"Cough cough cough cough cough cough." Sun Hongke's face was flushed, he shook his head vigorously, waved his hand, motioned him to stop eating, and let Bi Yun eat.
Bi Yun understands that Sun Hong is a person who cherishes food, so he naturally stuffed the half of the glutinous rice balls into his mouth and swallowed the rest before putting the bowl on the table.
Sun Hong coughed and stopped. He lay on his back on the bed, his expression enveloped in the shadow of the candlelight.
"Godfather, do you really want to do this?" Bi Yun hesitated, still asking.
"There has been no movement in the north, Zhu Liu and Yang Lin are on guard, and they haven't even returned for the New Year. Wei Zhentian has no chance to start. It's not a way to keep dragging like this." Sun Hong's voice came and said, "Wait again. Going down, maybe Zhu Liu didn't die, but our family died first."
"But... will this be too good..." Bi Yun still hesitated: "Lu Bing is very smart, and he is in charge of Fusi, Jinyi Weibei Town. If we let him know that it was our hands, we might not be able to deal with it! "
"He won't know..." Sun Hong said with a low smile: "Because, indeed, we did not do it."
Bi Yun was puzzled, knowing that Sun Hong must have something to hide from him, but he couldn't ask, so he was dull.
"A rare opportunity... You must do it!" Seeing that Bi Yun still couldn't make up his mind, Sun Hong scolded: "To do big things is to be cruel, or you will die! Understand?"
"Yes, godfather." Bi Yun lowered his head and replied.
On the streets of the capital, when there were more and more people at this time, Lu Bing held Lian Qiu while chatting and watching various lanterns.
And the Lantern Festival has another indispensable activity-guessing lantern riddles.
Hundreds of colorful lantern riddles are hung in the ornately lit square or corridor. All players can participate, and those who guess the correct one can get a small gift.
Xiuying and Yang Sen stopped at a lantern riddle booth, the two of them were one big and the other young, muttering not knowing what they said.
Lu Bing and Lian Qiu walked slowly with Shi, Li Shizhen, and Xue Yan.
"Xiuying, what's the matter?" Lu Bing touched Xiuying's head.
"That hairpin is so beautiful, I want to give it to my mother." Lian Qiu looked up at Lu Bing, with a flat mouth, and then pointed to the old man who was hanging out lantern riddles and said: "But he just refuses to sell it, so we have to You can only give it if you guess it."
"Old man, I have no shortage of this money. I made the riddles just to be happy. This hairpin is a relic from my wife’s family. I don’t want to bring it into the coffin, so I took it out to make a lottery. If you guess it, I’ll give it to you. Complaint, if you want to buy, I'm sorry, I won't sell it!" The old man said with a beard when Xiuying pointed at him.
"But you have too many mysteries! You have to guess all of them before giving the hairpins. These are eight riddles, which is too unfair!" Yang Sen scratched his head and said in disbelief.
"How unfair, you guessed it right, I will give you a lantern, if you guess it all, all the lanterns will be given to you, and the hairpins will be given to you too!" the old man shouted.
Lu Bing heard the general idea and asked Yang Sen with a smile, "Then how many have you guessed?"
Yang Sen brightened the three lanterns in his hand, and said embarrassed: "We guessed three."
"I guessed two! My uncle only guessed one!" Xiuying said loudly, and Yang Sen smiled awkwardly.
"What hairpin?" Seeing Xiuying want so much, Lian Qiu became curious.
"Quick, you show my mother!" Xiuying urged the old man.
The old man saw that Lu Bing and the others were extraordinary, and knew they were nobles, and didn't want to be rude. He spread his palms and opened a small wooden box with a silver hairpin flashing in it.
"It's so beautiful." Lian Qiu couldn't help saying.
Lu Bing looked carefully and found that the hairpin was indeed beautiful. Although the hairpin was simple in shape, there was a very transparent green on the hairpin's head. Under the light of the lights, it shimmered like a lake in the setting sun.
"Sure enough, it's a good thing!" Lu Bing also nodded.
"Father! Guess all these riddles, take the hairpin back and give it to your mother, OK?" Xiuying jumped.
"This nobleman, as long as you can guess the riddle, the hairpin will be given to you." The old man saw that Lianqiu had a big belly, and he saw Lu Bing always take care of it. Even when looking at the hairpin, he carefully blocked his wife. The crowd of people nodded secretly and said with a smile.
Seeing that Lian Qiu was also attracted by the hairpin, Lu Bing smiled and nodded and said, "Then I'll try it."
"Father, you must do it!" Xiuying cheered for Lu Bing.
Lu Bing first took the three lanterns in Yang Sen's hand, and looked at the three guesses Xiuying and Yang Sen had guessed, in order to understand the old man's routines.
The first lantern is a simple character lantern with a picture of a scholar on it. The mystery is "The fire tree and the silver flowers are together, and the star bridges are locked. The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon is coming." According to the pattern of the scholar, it should be the right verse.
Seeing Lu Bing's careful attention, Yang Sen first gave credit and said, "I guessed this!"
Lu Bing nodded, thinking so, this poem is a poem of Tang Dynasty poet Su Weiwei. The name of the poem is "Fifteen Nights of the First Moon". Xiuying is still young and she reads few poems and books. It is normal if she doesn't know. But Yang Sen is such a big person, even if he doesn't like to read, he should know after so many times on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
The whole poem is: "The fire tree and the silver blossoms, the star bridges and iron locks open. The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon comes by. The tricks are all tricks, and the songs are full of plums. Jin Wu can't help the night, and the jade leaks are not reminded."
According to the records of "New Words of the Tang Dynasty" and "New Records of Two Capitals of the Tang Dynasty": this evening every year, lanterns are set off in Chang'an City; three days before and after, there is no martial law at night as usual, and there are really crowds of people watching the lights. The chariots and horses of the wealthy and aristocrats, the singing and laughter of the citizens, merged into one, and they spent the whole night in a lively atmosphere.
This poem describes the scenery of the Lantern Festival in Chang'an City. It is also a frequently asked question in the Lantern Riddles of the Mid-Autumn Festival. As the first question, it is quite satisfactory. I can't see the old man's routine.
When the old man saw Lu Bing pay attention to the first question, he smiled and said, "This question is a poem from a lantern riddle that I guessed when I wandered around on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month after I met my lady. It’s still new. I made it the first question today, which is considered to be a memorial to the deceased wife."
Lu Bing nodded, seeing that the old man was very calm, he didn't say much, and continued to look at the second and third lanterns.
The second and third lanterns are all white paper folding lanterns with some small animals painted on them. The first title is: "A knife, float along the water, with eyes and no eyebrows."
Lu Bing nodded, the answer was already in his heart.