Why do I have the lowest fighting ability among the whole family?

Chapter 272 Tinglan (6)
But the people on the other side were still talking non-stop. Most of them were praising Qin Liuliu, while Qin Liuliu agreed sheepishly.

Song Tinglan only listened for a while before feeling that his ears were about to get calluses.

Just then the flower magpie came panting with a river lantern.

"Miss!" Hua Que smiled with a smile on her face. She put the two river lanterns into Song Tinglan's hands and said as if taking credit: "Miss, look at your choice of these two lanterns."

Song Tinglan then lowered his eyes and looked down.

The two river lanterns Hua Que handed her were in the shape of common lotus flowers, but compared with other slightly rough river lanterns, these two were much more delicate. The flower cores were decorated with gold ink, and the petals were also They are all traced with gold ink and look lifelike.

"Good lamp!" Song Tinglan praised without hesitation.

Hua Que blushed in embarrassment.

"The owner of this stall is going to close down the stall. I bought these two at a low price only after being brave enough - these are the last two left!" Hua Que emphasized.

She stretched out her hand towards Song Tinglan, with a few broken pieces of silver in her palm.

"Miss, I have the remaining silver to buy the river lantern."

"So many?" Song Tinglan was surprised: "These two lamps are so exquisite, but they don't even use a piece of silver?"

Hua Que smiled sheepishly and handed the silver in his palm towards Song Tinglan.

Song Tinglan accepted it without shirk, thinking about adding the money to Hua Que's monthly money this month.

On the other end, there were still a few scholars who were praising Qin Liuliu. Song Tinglan was too lazy to listen, and took Hua Que off the bridge.

There were almost no people by the river. There were a few talented and beautiful couples standing under the willow trees. Song Tinglan glanced away and turned to look at the river.

The lights on the bridge are reflected in the river, and there are patches of river lanterns floating from upstream, making it look very dreamy.

The two put the river lantern on and watched it drift away slowly. Song Tinglan closed her eyes piously, clasped her palms together, and silently made a wish in her heart.

It wasn't until the river lantern floated out of sight that Song Tinglan suddenly said, "Let's go."

After the two returned to the house, it was almost the curfew time. Song Tinglan lay down on the bed after washing himself under the service of the maid in the room.

Lying on the large carved bed, with the long gauze hanging down, Song Tinglan felt that he had some insomnia for some reason.

She probably comforted herself because she played too late today, closing her eyes and trying to force herself to sleep.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, Pei Jingshuo's face appeared in front of her uncontrollably.

Song Tinglan bit her lip and simply sat up from the bed.

With random thoughts in her mind, everything flashed before her eyes like a fleeting glance. Song Tinglan forced herself to push Pei Jingshuo down, but for some reason, she suddenly thought of the man she had just met.

He answered ten lantern riddles correctly, but he did not take away the most beautiful lotus lantern. If he had taken it away, her wish today would have come true.

Did he...deliberately keep the lantern for himself?

When this idea came up, even Song Tinglan himself felt a little ridiculous.

If you think about it this way, it's really a bit too narcissistic.

Song Tinglan yawned, feeling a little funny in her heart. It was too late, so she simply lay down again.

She didn't know how the idea came to her just now. She and the other party were obviously strangers to each other. How could she... come up with such an abrupt idea all of a sudden.

With the chaotic thoughts in his heart, Song Tinglan fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, she heard someone making a noise in the main hall. After calling the maid to come over and dress her up, Song Tinglan went out.

It was Mr. Song and Mrs. Song. They were sitting around the table, looking at a stack of rice paper, wondering what they were discussing.

After seeing her come out, Mrs. Song hurriedly waved to her.

"Tinglan, come here quickly."

Song Tinglan was a little confused, but he still walked over.

As she approached, she saw a portrait of a man on rice paper.

Song Tinglan couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart.

"Look at this, how about it?"

Mrs. Song smiled and pushed a stack of portraits into her hand, and said in an urgent voice: "Your Aunt Cheng brought this. Because of what happened to Jing Shuo, she probably felt guilty and went to the palace to ask for grace on your behalf. Take a look, which of these men have you fallen in love with? Tell mom, if you fall in love with her, the Holy Spirit will grant you two a marriage..."

Mrs. Song talked a lot, but Song Tinglan didn't listen to much of it at all.

She was almost frozen in place.

Before she broke off the engagement, she was not opposed to getting married, and even felt that it was a necessary procedure in her life.

It is necessary and cannot be disobeyed.

After all, ever since she was a child, when the two families got married, she had been taught that she would definitely marry Pei Jingshuo when she grew up.

It's just that after more than ten years of marriage, they suddenly broke off, and after so many years, she really couldn't get too interested in getting married.

Song Tinglan couldn't understand why a woman must marry at the right age and why she must marry.

But no one would answer her.

Song Tinglan lowered his eyes and took the portrait. He held the portrait with his slender white fingers and looked through it casually.

Almost all of the people above were completely unfamiliar to her, and Song Tinglan herself felt a bit ridiculous when talking about this.

With just one portrait, she would choose her husband, and then tie her voice to the man, never being able to break free again.

Just thinking about her makes me feel suffocated.

She handed the portrait back to Mrs. Song.

"Mom, forget it, my daughter is not very old, so she is not in a hurry to get married."

"Why aren't you in a hurry?" Just hearing her say this made Mrs. Song's tone a little anxious.

"Other girls have already settled down to get married at your age, and some are already mothers of their children. At your age, you can't stay at home all the time... Where are the girls who don't like each other? You can choose your own husband. It’s a good thing that no one can ask for!”

Even Mr. Song's expression was a bit glaring.

Song Tinglan didn't want to argue with her parents, so with the intention of fooling her, she randomly pulled out a picture from inside, without even seeing what the person on the picture looked like, and casually put it in Mrs. Song's hands.

"Mom, my daughter doesn't want to get married blindly. My daughter wants to meet him a few times."

Mrs. Song picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully. She seemed to be quite satisfied with this candidate and agreed to her request without caring.

"no problem!"

Mrs. Song waved her hand and said in a very bold tone: "If you don't like it, we will continue to choose."