People who perform hand-movies can evolve into various characters on a piece of cloth with flexible hands...

This is the real ability! It is much more interesting than watching lanterns and guessing riddles with Luo Ziheng! Whenever Rong Yanran's eyes shine and her eyes shine, she will reward some extra copper coins.

However, what interested Rong Yanran the most was that there was a game similar to the modern "truth adventure" here, and there was money as a reward.

The rules of the game are also relatively simple. Each participant draws a bamboo stick. The bamboo stick is marked with a different number. The host casually says a number. For those who draw the numbers, they have to choose a piece of paper. The other side of the paper is printed with a number of items such as "poetry", "martial contest", and "imitation". The host then draws a specific topic according to the direction of choice. Participants can win within the specified time to get some copper coins. If they lose, haha, they naturally have to leave some copper coins or tell a story to satisfy everyone before they can leave.

Seeing the white silver under the moonlight, Rong Yanran was eager to try it out! Hehehe, if you fail, tell stories. This is your strength. Besides, if you have memorized so many ancient poems, you will always happen to meet the title.

Murong An saw her ready to look: "What? I really want to go?"

"Yes, but I don't know how to do martial arts." Rong Yanran said her weaknesses.

"I'll go and help you fight this." Murong An gently waved the jade fan.

"Is this OK? Then won't we definitely win money?" Rong Yanran tilted her head and thought for a while, and asked the host above: "Can we participate two of us?"

The host with a black stubble looked at it and wanted to refuse. When he saw Murong An in white, he nodded with a smile: "Okay, do you want to play with a girl? Please stand here."

Rong Yanran didn't walk the steps, stepped onto the stage and said to Murong An behind, "Come up quickly, we will get half the money if we win."

Murong An was a little helpless! He was the prince and was not short of this little money. However, she was really proud of the game he invented was so fond of.

His eyes swept at the man, and the man nodded slightly.

Rong Yanran held the bamboo stick in her hand, heard the host say the number in her hand, then shook her arm, chose a piece of white paper and turned it over: "Writing a poem." Before the host could speak, she said it herself, "Please give a question."

Her seriousness and seriousness attracted a burst of laughter.

The host also smiled and said a clumsyly: "Please write two poems about the moon."

Hehe, I just searched it in my mind a few days ago, and it was used again so quickly. She said without hesitation: "The bright moon emerges from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds."

The host gave her ten coins in a honest manner.

Then in the next round, Rong Yanran drew again, and wrote a poem about love. "I wish to win one's heart and never leave each other forever." Successfully, she took the ten-month copper coins into her pocket.

But Murong An felt a little regretful. The two sentences of Yongyue in the first place were so grand and the two sentences in the second place were so enchanting that he was so in love with him. If she did it for herself, he would be willing to pay a hundred times more.
Chapter completed!