On the night of New Year's Eve, in addition to the bustling tourists and a dazzling array of lanterns, the most eye-catching thing on the street is the number of interesting lantern riddles.

Under the red lanterns, red ropes are tied to bamboo branches, and bamboo plaques with lantern riddles are hung.

If visitors answer the question correctly and guess the riddle, they can get the corresponding prize from the organizer of the lantern riddle meeting.

The colored head, or some needlework, or a folding fan, or a sachet, or just a fruit, are mostly worthless knick-knacks, but because they are earned by their own wisdom, although they are not worth a few dollars, they are also precious.

Young men and women, old men and children, middle-aged Confucian scholars, all eager to try, enthusiastic, all gathered in front of the red lantern, looking at the riddles, or without saying a word, or stroking their foreheads and thinking hard, or scratching their heads and frowning, doing meditative thoughts.

Lin Xiuran looked out from the window of the private room, and he happened to see the ring of the lantern riddle.

A middle-aged Confucian man stood in front of the ring, singing a riddle loudly.

From time to time, someone guessed the answer to the riddle, and he asked the people under his hand to hand the corresponding lottery to the people in the audience who guessed.

Every time a lottery is given, the visitors will cheer.

The sound of cheers resounded through the street and into the private room.

After eating a few glasses of wine, Luo Xin'er blushed and was a little excited.

She looked at the lively and noisy lantern riddle outside the window, and was eager to try it and wanted to participate.

She grabbed Lin Xiuran's sleeve and begged: "Xianggong, Xin'er also wants to guess the lantern riddle and beg for the lottery!"

Lin Xiuran was eating and drinking, she didn't want to pay attention to her, she was always so playful and noisy, whatever she remembered was what she was, Lin Xiuran was automatically immune to her "cuteness".

Seeing Lin Xiuran so ruthless, Luo Xin'er was so angry that her silver teeth clenched, and her hands holding Lin Xiuran's sleeves also twisted his arms, giving him a good lesson.

Lin Xiuran couldn't stand her "begging", so she had to say yes, which made her let herself go.

Lin Xiuran stretched out his hand and shook it at the void outside the window, and the lantern riddle that was still a hundred steps away from the street was pulled by him over three bamboo plaques with riddles written on the lanterns.

The bamboo card flew upside down, and suddenly, it was held in his hand.

"Come on, come on, one piece per person, guess quickly, if you can't guess, you will be punished for drinking!"

Lin Xiuran divided the three bamboo cards in his hand to the three girls, one for each of them was just right, saving them from quarreling.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, and give a title!"

What Luo Xin'er got was such a mystery.

Luo Xin'er has been reading and writing since she was a child, working in poetry, skillful in couplets, and also dabbling in lantern riddles.

Her father was a marvelous man who amazed the entire Wu Dynasty, and as his daughter, she naturally had a bit of eagerness.

Luo Xin'er looked at this riddle, only a glass of wine, then rolled her eyes, chuckled, and gave the answer.

She said: "I know, it's 'head-catching', shooting people first shoots horses, catching thieves first captures kings, capturing kings, 'catching' is 'head', naturally it's 'head'!"

There are various methods of solving puzzles, including induction, metaphor, analysis, inheritance, operation, deduction, and so on.

The method used by Luo Xin'er is the analysis method, which analyzes from the front of the riddle and derives the answer to the mystery.

This answer was naturally correct, and everyone listened and nodded their heads.

Luo Xin'er was full of pride, and with a smile, she used her sword to engrave a riddle on the bamboo plaque - head catching.

She took this bamboo card to the window, waved her little hand, and the bamboo card flew straight to the stage of the lantern riddle meeting.

After all, Luo Xin'er is a congenital master, even if she lacks actual combat experience, she will not throw something crookedly.

The bamboo plaque crossed the heads of those men, women, and children, and landed firmly in front of the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, the principal of the lantern riddle meeting.

The middle-aged Confucian saw a bamboo plaque with a mystery written on it falling from the sky, and he didn't know that there was a master here.

He didn't dare to slack off, his face was only slightly stunned, and he immediately called a subordinate to hand over the color of the puzzle.

Lin Xiuran always pays attention to the dynamics on the field.

As soon as the person who was doing the work took the colorful head in his hand, in an instant, he was picked up by Lin Xiuran and smoothed over.

One moment it was still in its hand, and the next moment, it was empty.

This strange scene made the middle-aged Confucian and the man who did the work a little confused.

A master, indeed a master.

The two looked around, wondering where the master was, but the two kept silent and did not reveal any news to the laughing tourists in the audience.

Lin Xiuran's color head is a folding fan.

The fan bone is just an ordinary bamboo, the workmanship is very rough, not to mention the fan surface, a piece of white flowers, nothing, the paper used is not a good paper, under the touch, you can also feel the residual sawdust mixed in it, it is very shoddy, it is a little gadget of more than ten dollars on the street.

But it was such a "broken" folding fan, Luo Xin'er held it in her hand, but she was extremely happy, just because she won it, which was the most rare.

She shook off the folding fan and fanned it again and again in this cold winter wax moon, not afraid of freezing herself at all.

Then, close, open, close, open again, and so on, and so on, and have fun.

Hua Jieyu saw that Luo Xin'er guessed the lantern riddle, got the color head, and played with the folding fan, and was also encouraged.

She flipped over the bamboo card that belonged to her and read out her riddle.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, and fight a common saying!"

This mystery is the same as Luo Xin'er.

It's just that the "hit a title" behind the puzzle has become a "hit a common saying".

Hua Jieyu is from a poor family, and he has no extraordinary talent in poetry riddles, but he has a half-understanding and understands some generalities.

Usually let her guess a lantern riddle, it is difficult for her to guess, even if she can guess, she has to think about it for a long time.

But this time, it was the blind cat who met the dead mouse.

The same riddle, the "capture the thief and capture the king first", Luo Xin'er had already clicked on the flower explanation just now.

Since "the thief captures the king first", "catching" is the "head", and the one who "takes" is the "master's" intention.

This question is also an analytical method.

Hua Jieyu smiled like a flower, her eyes were like autumn water, and she said with a smile: "I know, the riddle is 'take the idea'!"

She also took her long sword, her wrist shook slightly, and the sword light flickered, but in a few breaths, the bamboo plaque was engraved by her into the mystery.

She put away her long sword, followed Luo Xin'er's example, came to the window, and threw the bamboo card.

Just listened to the sound of "hmm-", and the bamboo plaque also crossed the black oppressed human head and landed firmly in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar's table.

The middle-aged Confucian looked at another bamboo plaque falling from the sky, and was a little confused about life, and began to look around again.

On weekdays, those masters who see the dragon without seeing the end, why did they all get together tonight?

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, and fight a common saying!"

"Get an idea!"

Well, the riddle is right, so let's give the lottery head as usual!

The middle-aged Confucian put down the bamboo plaque and beckoned the person who was doing the work just now to get the lottery head.

In the private room of the Chunfeng Pavilion Restaurant, Lin Xiuran's fingers hooked in the void, and the colorful head immediately flew into the air, disappeared into the hands of the person who did the work, and flew into Lin Xiuran's hands.

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