The lanterns are ready.

Pour the lamp oil into the porcelain bottle and put it in the wick.

Zhao Ce picked up the Kongming lantern, which was much larger than ordinary lanterns.

Zhao Wenhao next to him couldn't hold it in his hands and asked directly: "You said this lantern can fly?"

Zhao Ce nodded and said, "This is called Kongming lantern. Although this has not been tested, it should be OK."

"Kongming Lantern?" Zhao Wensheng asked curiously: "Is it Mr. Zhuge Kongming invented?"

Everyone present looked at Zhao Ce with some curiosity.

Zhao Ce thought about it and said ambiguously: "Probably..."

Zhao Ce remembers this Kongming lantern, and the source is somewhat controversial.

One said it was invented by Xin Qiniang from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and the other said it was invented by Zhuge Kongming.

However, no matter who invented it, it was only used as military contact at that time.

So there are basically not many people who know it.

This Kongming Lantern, which can fly, naturally attracted everyone to watch.

Originally, Zhao Ce wanted to add some color to the candies he drew, but Zhao Wensheng had no paint at home, so he had to give up.

"Come on, give it to us Cai'er."

Zhao Ce handed the headlight directly to the little girl next to him.

Su Caier took it and saw the lantern bigger than her body, and couldn't help but smile and her eyebrows were curved.

"Husband, what a big lantern..."

Zhao Ce smiled and said, "I will take you to the river to play after I attend the poetry meeting tonight."

Su Caier nodded and said expectantly: "Okay, that's what you're waiting for your husband."

After the lanterns were laid, it was getting late.

Zhao Ce ate something in advance, carried himself with a bookcase full of fruit candy, and prepared to go to Zuixuan Tower.

Su Caier sent him out and said goodbye to him with bright eyes.

Zhao Ce pinched her little face and was about to turn around and leave.

The little girl seemed to remember something and suddenly called him to death.

"Husband, I brought something out. I don't know if you want to use it."

Zhao Ce looked at her in confusion.

I saw Su Caier take out a small wooden sign from her new purse.

"This is the wooden sign that my husband got when he wrote the Mid-Autumn Festival riddles. I don't know if it can be used today, so I brought it out first."

Zhao Ce looked at the small wooden sign in the girl's hand and didn't remember it for a moment.

At that time, after everyone wrote riddles, they received the pen fee, there was a small wooden sign in their purse.

But Zhao Ce didn't know what the small wooden sign was for, so he kept lying in the money box at home.

Zhao Ce thought for a while and said, "It should be useless, you can take it first."

Su Caier nodded and carefully kept the small wooden sign in her small purse.

"Then my husband, come here soon."

Zhao Ce said goodbye to her with a smile.

On the streets of the city, the people coming and going are basically scholars.

Everyone is also looking forward to today's poetry meeting.

Outside Zuixuan Tower, there were red lanterns hanging, and there were traffic in front of the door, and there were endless pedestrians.

It's not yet You're still late, and the lanterns have not even been lit yet.

When I walked downstairs, I saw Qiu Shubai standing outside the door, obviously he had arrived a long time ago.

When he saw Zhao Ce, he quickly came over with a greeting.

"You're finally here!"

Zhao Ce nodded to him.

"Brother Qiu is so early."

Qiu Shubai said excitedly: "It's earlier."

"Wu Xueli has already gone in and distributed gifts everywhere."

Zhao Ce thought of the fruit candy in his bookcase and thought about going up to see the situation before talking about it.

When I went in with Qiu Shubai, the client at the door recognized Zhao Ce.

He took them to the second floor attentively.

There were many scholars wearing square scarves sitting on the top table.

The other scholars were greeting each other and talking in a low voice.

In the crowd, Zhao Ce saw many familiar faces.

Most of these people are their classmates before.

When they saw Zhao Ce, they all just avoided or whispered to the people next to them.

When Mr. Zhao and Ding Wenxuan saw Zhao Ce, they were so sad that they didn't dare to look up.

Su Changxing also hid aside, looked at him coldly, and his fists couldn't help but pinched.

Zhao Ce took a casual look and quickly took his eyes back and ignored these people.

After finding Li Xiucai's location, he walked directly to the other side.

Li Xiucai sat with a group of scholars, drinking carelessly.

Several scholars looked at Li Xiucai and looked slightly frowning, as if they didn't want to get close.

There were also a few who were talking enthusiastically to Li Xiucai.

"Does your student named Zhao Ce come here today?"

Li Xiucai said proudly: "He has such a good academic career, so he is naturally coming."

Liu Xiucai, who was sitting opposite, said lukewarmly: "This is a poetry meeting held by the county master himself. Those who come here are all with great literary talent."

"Instead of caring about other people's students, it's better to worry about your own students' level."

After Liu Xiucai finished speaking, he looked at Li Xiucai next to him.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that these two people are not in the process.

Although Li Xiucai is one of the county's students.

But he accepted not as many students as other scholars.

Most of the students in the school have poor backgrounds, so they are naturally easily looked down upon by others.

In addition, Li Xiucai has always been unique, so there is naturally nothing good to say in the eyes of other scholars.

However, as Zhao Ce's reputation gradually grew, all scholars in the city knew about him as a former student of Liu Xiucai.

Therefore, everyone did not stand in line, but just watched the two people confront each other with relish.

Li Xiucai didn't take Liu Xiucai seriously at all and said with a smile: "It won't be a worry for Liu Xiucai."

While speaking, Zhao Ce had already walked over with Qiu Shubai.

"gentlemen."

After the two of them bowed to Li Xiucai in a regular manner, they instantly attracted everyone who wanted to see the laning.

Li Xiucai touched his chin and said "yes".

"Sit as you come."

The two agreed.

Zhao Ce handed Li Xiucai another wooden box that he had made well.

"If you eat too much later, you can eat some hangover."

Li Xiucai looked at the wooden box and understood it, "Is this the fruit candy you made?"

The last time Zhao Ce came to become a disciple, he gave Li Xiucai a box of fruit candy.

When he saw this wooden box, he immediately guessed what was in it.

Zhao Ce smiled and said, "Yes."

Li Xiucai happily accepted it and said, "Your Master, I am not drunk for a thousand cups, so where can I slap wine?"

"But you have a lot of thought, so you can barely accept it as your teacher."

After Li Xiucai brought it over, he was about to open it.

I heard a little noise near the door.
Chapter completed!