When the night moon hung high, the streets and alleys of Bingzhou showed a lively scene, and after eating, Fang Ling and Song Ying'er walked towards the river in the city accompanied by Meng Zhiyuan.

Three years ago, Meng Zhiyuan was just a businessman in Zou County outside Qingshui Pass, living in poverty, with empty ambitions but no way to display them, and after being recognized by Fang Linghui, he was entrusted with an important task.

Three years later, the former runner has changed into a two-fold identity, one is a big businessman in charge of various industries outside the fiefdom, travels all over the world, and local officials and businessmen are brothers, with broad connections and extensive knowledge, and the other is a high-ranking fiefdom dignitary, such a dual identity also allows Meng Zhiyuan to fully exert his talent, and everything is handled easily, and for Fang Ling's weight, he is naturally grateful.

On the streets along the way, there are lanterns hanging outside the door of every house, the lanterns are made of paper or silk as skin, bamboo or wood as bones, built-in candles, and the shapes are diverse, some are boxy, and the flowers blooming on them are painted, and some are simply made into the shape of flowers. Children are carrying small lanterns, playing in groups, and there is a cheerful sound of laughter and laughter everywhere.

It didn't take long for the three of them to come to the river, where an embankment was built, and stone stairs were built down every other section, connecting to a platform near the water, and the people gathered in front of the platform and put their own lanterns into the river, and the river was rippling, and they swam away with the lanterns.

The lanterns swimming in the river are shining brightly, and the brakes are beautiful, as if the whole river has become a ribbon.

Fang Ling stood on the embankment and looked at it for a while, and when his eyes fell to other places, he saw that not far away, a long rope was wrapped around several big trees by the river, and there seemed to be a lot of paper hanging on it, and many people were gathered below, talking to each other and pointing and pointing.

Meng Zhiyuan observed the words and explained: "Young master, there is a riddle guessing there. ”

Fang Ling suddenly realized, walked towards there, the so-called flower riddle, is related to the flower riddle, compared to the ordinary riddle, the flower riddle requires very professional flower knowledge, so it is very difficult.

However, in order to help his mother treat his illness since he was a child, Fang Ling has done a deep study of the art of plants and trees, and flowers can be used as medicine, and the flowers of the world are of course also part of the familiar reading, so he is also very proficient in the understanding of various flowers.

When he came to the big tree, Fang Ling found that the rope was not only wrapped around a few trees, but had been extending along the trees by the river, and there was no end in sight, and there were more than a dozen pieces of paper hanging between every two trees, all of which were written with lantern riddles, according to Meng Zhiyuan's explanation, these lantern riddles were all written by local literati organized by the government, and anyone could take off the paper to guess the riddles, and if they guessed, they could also go to the front prize office to receive the corresponding prizes.

Of course, these prizes were also provided by local businessmen, which responded to the government's urgency and established a reputation.

Fang Ling walked along the way, his eyes skimmed over the pieces of paper, and every time he looked at them, he quickly guessed the answer to the riddle.

Although Fang Ling didn't speak, Song Ying'er and the others knew that he must be guessing the riddle, so they didn't bother and followed silently.