The streets of Kyoto in Shangyuan are extremely crowded. Although the surrounding guards have intentionally separated a relatively loose space in the middle, it is still very difficult to move forward.
Yongning was too short and could only see other people's backs, so Li Yi simply hugged her up.
Tsundere Lolita is already very tall, she has always felt that she is no longer a child like Yongning, but at this moment, she is a little envious of her...
Lanterns and juggling are the most popular on the street, but if you watch too much, it will be meaningless. The programs in the hook bar are much more exciting and rich.
The group of people walked about half a street, and then entered a fence. The fence was still crowded with people, but it was in order.
Li Yi and the two little girls followed them, and it didn't matter which venue they entered. These performances in Goulan were nothing unusual to him.
However, in this spacious hall, something seemed different.
Looking around, there are young officials on one side, gathered in groups of three or four, talking in low voices, and on the other side covered by the curtain, there is a light voice coming from inside, and you can vaguely see the people behind the curtain. The women in front of me.
The middle of these young men and women is separated by a long dragon formed by lanterns. On the other side, there are some young people who are holding lanterns and writing something on them.
Tsundere Loli asked suspiciously: "Sir, what are you doing?"
Li Yi didn't know who came up with this new way of playing, so he waved to a guy in the hook bar and asked, "What are you doing?"
The guy felt that the young man in front of him looked a little familiar, but when he thought about it, he was shocked and hurriedly said: "I have seen you, the young man, call the master over immediately..."
Li Yi waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm just looking around, what's going on over there?"
The guy immediately replied: "The people on the left are all well-known talents in the capital. They write poems on lanterns and hang them there. A sachet on top…”
Li Yi finally understood that this was simply a different form of blind date. Back then, he also experienced it himself, and received countless love letters from sachets. If I remember correctly, I don’t know which lady is open. He also stuffed a warm bellyband in his arms...
It's no wonder that among those talented scholars, some were in high spirits, while others looked displeased, because some of the lanterns in the middle didn't have a single sachet, while some had already hung several.
It's not uncommon in this era to choose a son-in-law without looking at his face. If it were in later generations, the lanterns would definitely be hung with photos instead of poems, and maybe a real estate certificate, car key passbook or something...
Xiaohuan saw maids coming out from the curtain from time to time, and hung her lady's sachet on the lantern. She just thought it was very interesting, grabbed Li Yi's arm, and said excitedly: "My lord, why don't you write a poem too?" Hang it up, there must be more sachets than all of them... "
In her heart, my uncle is the most talented person, otherwise, how could he be called "the number one genius in Jingguo", if my uncle puts a lantern there, he must be the one with the most sachets.
Tsundere Lolita was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so she added fuel and jealousy: "Yes, sir, you should also write a song, compare them all, and it's best not to give them a sachet!"
Both of them seemed to want to see such a scene very much, their expressions were a little excited, but they didn't notice at all that the expressions on the faces of the talented scholars not far away were already a little unhappy.
"Hehe, when did such an arrogant person appear in Kyoto?"
"He didn't leave us a sachet, who does he think he is, the number one genius in Jingguo?"
"Even the number one talented scholar would not dare to utter such arrogant words..."
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The gifted scholars not far away, some of them were depressed when they heard the words of the two girls just now, they were ashamed and angry, but they didn't bother to care about women like them. In a short time, they looked at Li Yi more. .
Li Yi knocked on the heads of the two of them, and said, "Whatever you write, you need to rely on inspiration to write poems. You can write wherever you want. There is nothing interesting here. Let's go..."
Ruyi and Lin Wanru went to the venue next to it. There was no performance there, but there was an exhibition of women's clothing, which was the most popular style of women's clothing in Kyoto this year. To see who has the most sachets in the end, I have to accompany them here.
What Xiaohuan wanted to see most was my uncle's poems, rolled his eyes, walked over, and said in a low voice: "My uncle, you have written poems for Xiaohuan, you have written poems for Miss, and you have written a lot of poems for Miss Zeng. I wrote to Second Miss..."
Li Yi looked at Miss Liu Er, and Miss Liu Er also looked over.
"Forget it." Li Yi shook his head and said, "People's lanterns and sachets have other meanings. We'd better not disturb the situation..."
Miss Liu Er turned her head expressionlessly, but there was a person walking in front of her. It was a gentleman in Confucian shirt, with a rather elegant appearance, holding a lantern with writing in her hand, and said with a smile: " If I bother you, I hope the girl will not be offended, but when I saw her from a distance, I felt amazed, admired, and suddenly inspired, I came up with a word of Shangyuan, this word was born for the girl, and I should give it to the girl."
After the young official came out of the crowd, a sigh came from the curtain beside him.
This Mr. Zhou has a brilliant literary talent, is very well-known among the talented scholars in the capital, and is also a Jinshi of the new science. It was the lantern with the poem inscribed on it, which was directly given to that girl. This is the most direct way of expressing my heart.
"What kind of gift..." Before Second Miss Liu could speak, Li Yi went straight in front of her and said to Mr. Zhou: "You are willing to give it, but others are not willing to take it."
He looked at Miss Liu Er and asked, "Is it Ruyi?"
Miss Liu Er glanced at him and asked, "Really?"
When Mr. Zhou saw this, he was overjoyed, looked at Li Yi, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "You are not this girl, how do you know that she is not happy? Why, you can't give this lantern out, and you are not allowed to give it away." gone?"
The lantern here is naturally not just a lantern. If you want to send a lantern, you must put your own poems on it. The scene that Li Yi shirked just now obviously made this young master Zhou feel that this person just has no talent. I can't write a poem that fits the occasion.
Of course, if he really slapped his face to pretend to be fat and wrote a poem indiscriminately, then what greeted him would be an even greater humiliation.
Li Yi gave him a faint look. He had seen too many such clumsy methods of provoking generals. He looked at Miss Liu Er and said, "Xiaohuan is right, I haven't given you any poems yet, I will give them now." , we don't want his..."
Xiaohuan had already brought her favorite lantern with a smile, and Aojiao Loli grabbed a pen from the table.
"Whether love is given or not, who cares..."
Miss Liu Er said something disdainfully, but looked at him.
Li Yi held the lantern in one hand, and wrote in the blank space on the lantern with the other. He quickly put down the pen, held the lantern in both hands, handed it to Miss Liu Er, and said, "Ruyi, this is for you." .”
That Young Master Zhou wanted to look over, but Li Yi pushed him back.
At this time, a steward from Goulan came over and asked cautiously, "My lord, do you want to hang up this lamp?"
"No need." Li Yi waved his hand, looked at them, and said, "There's nothing interesting here, let's go."
"Let's hang on."
Miss Liu Er looked down, and suddenly passed the lamp in her hand.
Although she can read and write, she doesn't understand poetry at all. However, she also wants to see if the poem he gave her is good...
Do you have any good ones to give to others...