"My dear husbands, please forgive me for my poor eyesight. Our husband's and his wife's lantern riddles were sent together. It's really impossible to tell them apart. Please forgive me."
The scholars sighed regretfully, and the man who looked like the rich young master said, "That's it, let's choose it ourselves."
He originally wanted to get clues from the flower paper, but unfortunately, Cui Weizhen easily prevented Ye Zhenzhen's calligraphy from wandering outside. All the lanterns were transcribed by his servant's inkstone, and there was no difference at all.
In the end, the young master had no choice but to randomly pick a flower note and write: "Thousand-eyed gauze lanterns let all the light shine through."
The steward read it out for him, and Ye Zhenzhen's lips twitched. This happened to be what she wrote.
Everyone was lost in thought. Before they could come up with the answer, a clear and loud voice sounded: "Mother, mother, I know, the answer to the mystery is Zhuge Kongming. You just told me about the Kongming Lantern."
Kongming lantern?
Yes, isn't the answer to the mystery Zhuge Kongming? How could a child be so smart?
Everyone looked back and saw a group of nobles surrounded by guard maids.
Among them, a five-year-old child in rich clothes was excitedly shaking the hand of a beautiful woman. The excitement in his eyes was almost as bright as the hanging lanterns. He should be the child who had just guessed the lantern riddle.
I saw that he was cute and smart, and his smart expression made people smile unconsciously. He was as smart and lovely as a boy under the seat of Avalokitesvara.
The beautiful woman is about in her early twenties, and her face is similar to that of a child, which shows the relationship between the two. She does not wear too complicated and luxurious jewelry, but her whole body is unique. She lowers her head and smiles in the dim light.
Qian, there is a kind of thrilling eyebrows.
The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.
The scholars, who were full of romantic articles, were full of emotions and were about to sing a song. Suddenly, a sharp gaze followed them. They were so frightened that they stopped thinking about writing and looked towards the source unconsciously.
He is the man beside the beautiful woman.
He is tall and slender, eight feet tall. He is graceful and graceful. His movements reveal extraordinary elegance. He is as bright as the sun and the moon in his arms. He has the demeanor and bearing of a gentleman. Now he is wearing a crimson robe, with his hair on his head.
He is wearing a jade crown, his eyes are long and beautiful, but his sharpness is restrained. His facial features are deep and majestic at first glance. When Wu Ren comes over, an indescribable majesty hits his face, making people unable to help but admire him and give him respect.
Such appearance, such momentum...
Someone who already knew him exclaimed: "Uncle Jing Ning!"
It’s Uncle Jing Ning who won three yuan in a row and became famous in the imperial court!
It was a rare chance that the scholars who met the big boss excitedly came forward to greet them. Although Cui Weizhen was dissatisfied with how they looked at them just now, he did not show off to these talented people and greeted them calmly. As for the questions that some people took the opportunity to ask for advice, he
Answer: "This is not the time to ask for advice. If you want to ask for advice, please choose another time in the future."
As for when to choose another time, he did not say clearly. This is already a tactful refusal.
Ye Zhenzhen heard that Cui Weizhen wanted to avoid suspicion with the scholars, and she made a guess in her mind, so she smiled and said: "You gentlemen, you have a heavy study schedule. It's rare to take advantage of this good night to come out and enjoy the entertainment. We will not take the school knowledge test. Let's relax and work hard."
Combined with ease, next month's Spring Festival will definitely be on the gold list."
Scholars are not fools, so they wisely stopped asking questions and respectfully lowered their hands and said thanks: "Thank you, Mrs. Ning Guo, for your kind words."
This time, his eyes were very calm and he didn't look at Ye Zhenzhen again.
Cui Weizhen was satisfied and then revealed the news: "Professors from Yunshan Academy will give lectures in the future to impart experience and knowledge related to the examination. If you are free, you can go and listen."
Of course, this public lecture teaching format was also learned from Ye Zhenzhen.
The scholars were overjoyed. The rules of Yunshan Academy were strict and outsiders were not allowed to enter. Even though there were many famous scholars there, they had no chance to ask for advice. Now that they got this news from Uncle Jing Ning, it was extremely useful.
If they are not well-informed, they may miss the opportunity.
So the words of gratitude were especially sincere: "Thank you Jing Ningbo for your advice. I am very grateful."
Cui Weizhen nodded slightly and planned to leave with his wife, children and nephew, but Cui Zhiduan refused. He had not forgotten his lantern.
"Dad, I just guessed the lantern riddle, and I haven't picked up the lanterns yet."
The steward emerged from nowhere and looked at the young master attentively: "Which lantern does the young master like? I will take it down for you."
Cui Zhiduan looked up eagerly, and the little fat finger pointed at the Cailou: "I want the tallest one!"
"Young Master is really discerning. He picked our lamp king right away. I will get it for you right now." The steward was clueless and immediately went to get the lamp for Cui Zhiduan diligently.
It’s not as troublesome to climb to get the lantern. Each lantern is pulled by a red rope. You only need to untie the corresponding rope to remove it. So the steward soon came with a brilliant eight-treasure glazed palace lantern.
Cui Zhiduan happily took his trophy. The palace lantern was so heavy that he could hardly lift it. The palace lantern shook. The steward was so surprised that he quickly stretched out his hand to hold it up, for fear that the young master would smash the palace lantern.
Cui Zhiduan smiled sheepishly: "Thank you, uncle, I can hold it steadily."
The steward was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly: "This is what a villain should do. The young man has broken the villain. The villain Zhang Ming, you can just call the villain by his name."
Cui Zhiduan shook his head, but did not say anything more. His mother taught him the rules from an early age. No matter who he met, no matter what his status was, he must be polite to others, even if the other person was a servant in the family.
Being kind to others does not mean that you are weak and can be bullied, and that others are worthy of your position. Others will naturally support you. Cui Zhiduan didn't understand before, but now he gradually understands.
Those who respect others will always be respected.
When the scholars who had not dispersed saw this, they couldn't help but feel emotional and praised: "Cui Xiaolangjun is smart, kind and kind, and his family tradition can be seen."
"As expected of a son of aristocratic family, seeing the great through the small will prove to be extraordinary in the future."
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There was a faint sound of praise, and Cui Zhiduan, with his sharp ears and eyesight, heard it clearly and couldn't help but blush. If he hadn't been outside, he might have been buried in his mother's arms and never come out.
Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen were both very proud of their son's high praise, but they kept their faces steady to avoid arrogant criticism.
Cui Zhiming, who is still young, does not need to be taboo about these things. He proudly praised his younger brother: "The Wangzi in our family are so good. They are really discerning."
Cui Zhiduan looked at him with bright eyes.
"Okay, okay, obviously if you praise him again, his little tail will rise to the sky." Ye Zhenzhen rubbed Cui Zhiming's head: "Do you want to guess a lantern riddle too?"
Cui Zhiming was eager to try, but there was a bit of hesitation in his eyes, probably because he was worried that he would not be able to guess.
Cui Weizhen glanced at the steward next to him. The steward immediately understood the elegant meaning of the string and warmly greeted Cui Zhiming over. He specially picked a simple lantern riddle for him, and Cui Zhiming guessed it right away.
Soon, Cui Zhiming also had a gorgeous palace lantern in his hand.
Cui Weizhen didn't stay long, nodded slightly to the scholars, and left with his wife and children.
The streets gradually became lively, with the sound of phoenix flutes, the spinning of jade pots, and the dance of fish and dragons all night long.
The streets gradually became lively, with actors dressed up as various animals performing various tricks, and people singing joyfully to the sound of phoenix flutes. It was very lively and spectacular everywhere.
The two children Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming had never seen such a lively scene. They watched intently along the way, but there were too many people coming and going, which often blocked their sight. This made them ignore etiquette and stamp their feet anxiously.
His body suddenly rose into the air. Cui Zhideuan suppressed the exclamation that almost burst out in the familiar incense. He shyly and happily hugged his mother's neck: "Mom, I have grown up, and I am very heavy.
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Ye Zhenzhen rubbed his nose: "You are still a child. Come and watch the show, my mother can hold you."
Cui Zhiduan blushed with embarrassment. When he looked back, he saw that his brother Mingming was also being hugged by his father with a blushing face. He immediately laughed.
But he was soon attracted by Baixi and cheered: "Brother Mingming, look, look! What a big dragon! Wow, there is also a lion! So majestic!"
Cui Zhiming ignored his embarrassment and opened his eyes wide to explore with his younger brother. Watching the lively and exciting performance of various operas, he gradually forgot about the restraint and awkwardness of being held by his uncle, and excitedly discussed with his younger brother.
After all, Ye Zhenzhen's strength was not very strong. Her five-year-old fat son pressed heavily on her hands, which soon made her hands sore. But seeing her son so happy, a smile appeared on her face unconsciously, and in her heart
He said silently: If you bear with me any longer, don't ruin your son's happiness.
Cui Weizhen glanced at her: "Put your son down and let the guards hold him."
When Cui Zhiduan heard this, he noticed the sweat on his mother's forehead. He immediately felt distressed and said, "Mom, just let the guard uncle hold me."
Ye Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment and stopped being stubborn. She put her son down, and the guard immediately picked him up. Cui Zhenzhen sat on the tall guard, looking higher and further, and his mood became even higher.
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Cui Zhiming was too embarrassed to let his uncle hold him all the time, so he offered to be held by the guards. Cui Weizhen noticed his discomfort and handed him over to the guards.
The two boys instigated the guards to gather together, and they were whispering to each other. The discussion was so lively that they almost couldn't even raise their arms to cheer.
Ye Zhenzhen rubbed her old arm and sighed: It is indeed a child.
"Well, year after year, year after year, I become an old man."
Cui Weizhen glanced at her, his eyes paused on her beautiful face as before, and he scolded her in a low voice: "Nonsense."
With a smile on her face, Ye Zhenzhen handed her arm over, unconsciously saying in a coquettish tone: "My arm hurts."
Cui Weizhen hesitated for a moment, but still kneaded her arm in front of the public. In order not to reveal the procedure, he pretended to be dignified with a straight face: "I don't have the strength to restrain a chicken... Come do morning exercises with me in the future."
