Dao Fruit

"It seems that this person doesn't want to serve Big Brother." Looking at Qiu Yan's back, Yang Dingyuan whispered.

"Of course, unless it is absolutely necessary, which student would be willing to eat military rations?" Qi Xin did not show much dissatisfaction, "I just said it casually, let's go and guess the lantern riddles. I heard that Ge Luolan will also come, and there will probably be something good to watch."

As he was talking, he suddenly found that Yang Dingyuan's eyes were a little strange.

"What's wrong?" Puzzled, Qi Xin looked over along Yang Dingyuan's gaze, and saw Qiu Yan's figure.

"Sir, this is a riddle. Please think carefully..." The woman holding the lantern in front of Qiu Yan said softly, but before she finished speaking, Qiu Yan said, "The answer is the word 'live'."

"That's right," the woman was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly congratulated and handed over the answer slip, "Sir, you are really quick-witted."

Qiu Yan smiled, tore off the riddle, walked to another lantern, and without waiting for the woman holding the lantern to speak, he directly said, "The answer is the word 'attack by surprise'."

"Congratulations, sir." The woman was also stunned for a moment and handed over the answer slip.

Qiu Yan took the slip, walked to the third lantern, glanced at it, and said, "The answer is 'sky'."

The woman was obviously prepared, and while congratulating, she handed over the slip in her hand.

Qiu Yan took it without hesitation and walked to the fourth lantern in three or two steps. The woman holding the lantern subconsciously handed the note in her hand to Qiu Yan, who took it and said, "The answer is 'Golden Osmanthus' tea."

"Young master is very talented." The woman holding the lantern came to her senses at this time and realized that she had given it too early.

Four lanterns in a row, just a breath of time, Qiu Yan tore off the puzzles one after another. Because of the speed, others have not noticed it, but they all fell into the eyes of Qi Xin and Yang Dingyuan. The two looked at each other. They saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"This Qiu Yan doesn't seem to be as useless as those scholars said." Yang Dingyuan swallowed his saliva.

While talking, Qiu Yan had already torn off the puzzle of the tenth lantern. Walking along the way, it was like a farmer harvesting crops. The riddles seemed to have become straw, and even Qiu Yan couldn't stop to think. As soon as he arrived, the riddle was solved!

Guessing riddles seems simple, but you want to guess correctly and guess quickly. It is not enough to have a quick mind, but also to have a certain amount of insight, which contains a lot of truth.

However, Qiu Yan is a god, gathering a pool of incense and thoughts, all of which are the thoughts of believers. Any puzzle in his hands is equivalent to millions of people thinking together, trying to stump him. It is too difficult.

Walking and tearing along the way, this action finally attracted the attention of others.

At this moment. Other scholars were thinking hard, most of them did not even solve one, occasionally someone solved one, and immediately danced with joy. Overjoyed.

Even Fang Ziyan and Gu Yanzhi, the two protagonists of the literary and poetry meetings, only solved two each.

So seeing Qiu Yan walking along the way, his hands did not stop. The situation of tearing off puzzles one by one, many scholars were stunned.

"What's going on? Is he making trouble?"

Zhang Sheng and Liu Sheng looked at each other.

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On the third floor of Wenqu Building, in a room, several women gathered here, led by a woman in pink, with a fair face and phoenix eyes, with distinct black and white pupils.

These women were dressed elegantly, and they surrounded the woman in pink and talked to her, with a faint sense of being the center of attention.

"Sister Song, when are we going down?"

Suddenly, a young girl asked, and she was asking the woman in pink.

The woman in pink was surnamed Song, and her name was Qian. She was the apple of the eye of Jiedushi Song Yuan.

Listening to the question, Song Qian touched the girl's head lovingly: "No hurry, let the people below guess the lantern riddles first to set off the atmosphere, and then we sisters will go down."

"Guessing lantern riddles is such a fun thing, why don't we go." The girl seemed to be yearning, "I heard that there are two great talents downstairs, it's just right to see them show their skills."

Hearing her say this, the other women also moved.

Most of these young ladies' fathers were military generals, but their mothers were all from scholarly families. They were given to Song Yuan by the emperor for his military exploits in order to consolidate his status as a veteran general. These women given by the emperor were all from honest families and well-educated. Therefore, their daughters were influenced by their fathers and had no interest in wielding swords and guns, but liked stories about talented men and beautiful women.

Song Qian was the same. Although her identity was complicated, her yearning for reading was the same, which led to all the things that happened before.

Listening to the requests of the girls, she slowly changed her mind. Just as she was about to take the girls down to participate, a voice came from outside the door——

"Miss, I have an urgent matter to report."

"What's the matter?" Song Qian straightened her clothes and told the people outside to come in.

As soon as the man entered the room, he said, "Miss, all the riddles you arranged have been guessed!"

"What?" Song Qian's eyes widened with surprise, "All guessed? How long has it been? I prepared 70 riddles! Could it be that Mr. Fang and Mr. Gu were well prepared? They guessed most of the riddles in one go?"

The man who reported the news said quickly, "It's not Mr. Fang and Mr. Gu, it's Mr. Qiu, his name is Qiu Yan, he guessed 60 of your 70 riddles by himself, including the others, he guessed all of them!"

"Qiu Yan?" Hearing this name, Song Qian's face showed surprise, "The scholar who was frightened by Mr. Zhao?"

Song Qian still had an impression of Qiu Yan, not because of the rumors in the past few days, but because of what happened two years ago.

"This person is really capable. No wonder Mr. Zhao invited him to come. Since the riddles have been guessed, we should go down. Let's go." Song Qian said, stood up, and walked out with a group of women.

The atmosphere in the flower hall seemed a little weird.

Song Qian noticed this when she was on the stairs. The people below were divided into several groups.

Many young men and boys in brocade clothes talked enthusiastically.

"This Qiu Yan is so amazing!"

"It's really eye-opening."

"Three years ago, I went to Beijing with my father and experienced this once. At that time, the talented scholar Bai Zhaoyuan in Beijing showed his skills, which were very similar to Qiu Sheng's performance."

"Bai Zhaoyuan? I've heard of him, a top scholar!"

"Not only that, this person is both civil and military, a figure that can only be seen once in decades."

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As they talked. The topic changed.

On the other side, the Confucian scholars gathered together and whispered, and many of them were indignant.

"I didn't expect that Qiu Yan had this skill."

Even Fang Ziyan and Gu Yanzhi seemed uncomfortable. They thought they would be the protagonists of the literary gathering, fighting fiercely, but they didn't expect to be so easily robbed of the limelight.

Zhang Sheng and Liu Sheng were talking in a low voice.

"Guessing riddles is just a minor skill, not a big deal. We scholars can only be judged by our knowledge of poetry and classics. Qiu Yan seems to be quick-witted, but he is just a little clever. Don't forget that day when Mr. Zhao tested his knowledge..."

At this point, Zhang Sheng couldn't say anything more.

Qiu Yan's fainting has always been a joke, but now they are not as good as Qiu Yan in guessing riddles, and they lost easily. If they belittle Qiu Yan, wouldn't it make them look even more incompetent? Moreover, after this incident, if someone talks about Qiu Yan in the future, they may be implicated.

Thinking of this, the scholars immediately realized that something was wrong, and their faces became gloomy. Even Gu Yanzhi, who seemed open-minded, changed his face slightly.

"If we can't get our face back today, then..."

What they said did not escape Qiu Yan's attention.

"Sure enough, no matter how many words we say, it's better to suppress the limelight directly. Today, we should make a concerted effort to end the rumors and completely defeat them, but we can't be blind. We should take advantage of our strengths and take the initiative." Thinking in his heart, Qiu Yan chatted with Qi Xin for a few more words.

Qi Xin's attitude has changed significantly, and the condescending taste has disappeared, and Yang Dingyuan didn't even mention giving up writing to join the army.

At this time, someone saw many women coming down and couldn't help but call out.

"Miss Song is coming down."

When the others heard it, they immediately became energetic.

Song Qian and the other women were beautiful, and when people saw them, the haze in their hearts was dispelled a lot, and the atmosphere in the hall immediately improved.

Just at this time, loud laughter came from outside the door, and Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng came in talking and laughing. When they saw the two, whether they were young men in brocade clothes or scholars in blue clothes, they all greeted them.

After Zhao Bingcheng came in, he greeted Qiu Yan with a friendly look, then looked around and frowned: "The prince of the swamp people didn't come?"

"Maybe he's on the way," Song Yuan also nodded to Qiu Yan, "Today's literary gathering, Mr. Zhao and I just came to make up the numbers, you don't have to worry about it." After a simple instruction, he led Zhao Bingcheng upstairs.

Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng greeted Qiu Yan one after another. This scene was seen by others, and immediately aroused different thoughts. Some were thoughtful, and some showed jealousy.

"What's going on? Qiu Yan fainted in front of Mr. Zhao three days ago. Mr. Zhao was obviously dissatisfied at the time. Today he provoked the swamp people and was called over by the governor. As a result, not only is he fine now, but it seems that he has become friends with the two of you. This is too incredible."

Zhang Sheng and Liu Sheng were surprised, and even other Confucian scholars were puzzled.

"Mr. Zhao is here today. If a good work is born in the literary gathering, it will be circulated soon after being commented on by him."

Someone in the crowd suddenly spoke up, and then he changed the subject and said, "It's rare to have such a grand gathering. Brother Qiu just made a splash. Why don't you strike while the iron is hot and write a poem?" The speaker was Fang Ziyan.

His words resonated with other Confucian scholars, who echoed him one after another, but Qiu Yan could clearly sense some malice.

A few men in brocade clothes beside him also found it interesting and joined in the fun. Several young ladies of officials had just arrived and didn't know the situation, so they asked each other, and then they were amazed and looked at Qiu Yan.

Song Qian remained calm and her eyes fell on Qiu Yan.

"This Qiu Yan can solve the puzzles one after another, which shows that he is very smart. Unfortunately, he is a cultivator and his energy should be spent on cultivation. His knowledge may not be as good as Fang Ziyan and others. Poetry can best show a person's literary talent, but it also requires brewing. I don't know how he will respond in such a hurry." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature. The novels are better and updated faster!