The Lantern Riddles Conference came to an end in such an atmosphere. Fenghuang took a look and found that the people who were seated were all young masters from aristocratic families. They probably came here to participate in the Lantern Riddles Conference to get a smile from the Lantern Riddles. Of course, there were many of them. Abandoned those sons and buddies who just wanted to get a treasure.
The old man glanced at the four seats, all of them were young men dressed in expensive clothes. He walked to the table of the Eight Immortals, slowly opened the first scroll while everyone breathed nervously, and read aloud, "White and square, tender and fragrant , can cook, can cook soup, and beans are its father and mother, and it is different from its mother and father." While everyone was holding their breaths, he said slowly, "Make a meal."
Yang Tingjing glanced at Fenghuang, and the other party mouthed, "Tofu."
A smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seems that his wife's reaction speed is also very fast, so Yang Tingjing spoke before everyone else: "Tofu."
"Congratulations, young master, you have answered one question correctly, and Xiao Huaer will make a mark for this young master." Yang Tingjing went over to sign, and then first marked a line there.
"Please listen to the question—" Everyone breathed again, and the old man said, "The body is white and fat, often hidden in the mud, covered with honeycombs, you can taste raw and cooked." After exiting, Yuan Wai's son rushed to answer, "I guessed it, it's 'lotus root', right?"
The old man smiled slightly, nodded, and went straight to the third question, "Five or six brothers, sitting around the column, when we parted, the clothes were torn."
Yang Tingjing said without thinking, "Garlic."
A row of black lines fell on Fenghuang's forehead, this old man is so interested in food
"This young master is really quick-witted, and I really admire him. It seems that this young master is likely to win the first prize tonight! Let us wait and see who gets the winner."
After saying these words, Fenghuang laughed out loud. If the old man was placed in modern times, he would be a master in the host world! The atmosphere on the scene gradually advances with the intensity of the lantern riddles meeting. If you think a little slower, you will be preempted by others. Fenghuang originally thought that these were some ignorant young masters, but she didn't expect that they all had two skills, which made her feel a little guilty for her previous narrow thinking.
Yang Tingjing still had the upper hand, and the difficulty of the lantern riddles was increasing little by little.
"This time we're going to do a more difficult one, but it's also a crossword puzzle. Don't be too nervous, just let it take its course—the end of the year, there is no shortage of fish and rice. Type a word."
Yang Tingjing hesitated for a while, then turned his gaze to Fenghuang again. Fenghuang was also thinking hard at this moment, so he didn't see Yang Tingjing's eyes asking for help.
After a while, I heard a soft voice, "Is it the 'scale' of fish scales?"
Everyone held their breath, the old man's eyes narrowed, and everyone gasped. The handsome young man covered his heart and looked at the old man worriedly, but he saw that the other party raised his hand. With a huge smile, "That's right."
Yang Tingjing's traces of disappointment fell into Fenghuang's eyes, but she wanted to chuckle a little in her heart, because of a lantern, Yang Tingjing actually had emotional fluctuations, it seems that he really cares about taking This lantern was given to her.
As the old man continued to speak, the first two rounds of the lantern riddles conference were coming to an end, and in the third round, they entered the most difficult idiom guessing lantern riddles.
The old man stroked his beard, "The questions in this round are a bit difficult, but if you can't answer them, there is no problem. As long as the person who answers the most questions will win the first place, so don't worry everyone."
At this time, Yang Tingjing's name has already drawn countless bars, far ahead of the others, but he does not dare to take it lightly.
"Play the side drum."
"Insincerely." Yang Tingjing immediately connected, the speed was unacceptable.
"The House of the Foolish Old Man."
"Straight to the point." It was Yang Tingjing again.
This handsome man was shining so brightly at this moment that everyone was amazed.
"It turns out that the Seventh Prince is so smart, I really couldn't see it before."
"There is no way to hide deep, but no matter how smart he is, he can't be the emperor, hehe."
After all, someone who knew Yang Tingjing spoke out in a stammering voice. After hearing a few words, Fenghuang walked up to that person and asked softly, "Do you dare to slander the princes of the dynasty? Is it something you can talk about in the street?" Her eyes were too shocking, and after only one glance, they felt a chill rising from their backs, and the two of them immediately fell silent obediently, not daring to speak again.
Just when Phoenix was threatening those two people, cheers erupted from the crowd, and then Yang Tingjing stood up amidst the thunderous applause with a faint smile on his face, and stood up from the old man's hand. Li took over the exquisite and unusual lantern. He looked for Fenghuang everywhere, and Fenghuang slowly walked towards him from a distance, and the people in the same tour also surrounded him, and they all praised him.
"My lord is indeed quick-witted, and I have really seen it today."
"This lantern is so beautiful." Qing Ye sized up the lantern and praised it, then showed a delicate and pitiful look, "My lord, can you give me this lantern?"
A few women cast contemptuous glances at Qingye, this lantern is so valuable, and it was the prince who worked so hard to get it, how could he give it to others casually.
Sure enough, Yang Tingjing frowned, "This lantern was made by Bada Shanren, whom 'this king' likes very much. This king really can't bear to part with it, and I've wronged Miss Qingye." After saying that, he went to Fenghuang and put the lantern Gently put it in her hand. Aoba's eyes were red with jealousy, her hands were tightly clenched into fists, and her thin nails seemed to poke into the flesh. She stared at Aoba fiercely, the jealousy in her heart seemed to be able to ignite into a flame.
Why did the prince treat her so well? If Fenghuang was an ordinary woman, without any glamorous identity, nor too outstanding appearance, would Yang Tingjing still fall in love with her! Qingye claims that she is a bit more beautiful than Fenghuang, but she has never received any attention from Yang Tingjing. She is not reconciled!
Yang Tingjing was a little agitated, seeing the joy glowing on Fenghuang's face, and asked her in a low voice, her voice was gentle and tender, which made Qingye's heart pounding, but he was furious.
"do you like it?"