Let Cheng Shi and Hong Yue explain, the security in the infield would not be the same as the two of them.

There are too many people coming to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Fair today, and there are too many people who want to get into the in-house, so the security certification does not recognize people.

"A dog's eyes look at things that are low!" Hongyue was quite dissatisfied, "I still don't believe it. I can't get in today!"

Hongyue cursed and led Cheng Shi forward.

Cheng Shi asked, "Boss, where are we going?"

"I've been to Wencai Gallery!"

You can't go directly through the door of the inner court, then you can pass through the Wencai Gallery and get a pass in. After entering, you must give the security a look!

That's what Hongyue planned.

"Oh, boss lady, you still have this literary talent, you can actually pass by the literary talent gallery."

The Wencai Gallery is not something you can pass by casually. Before, Cheng Shi and Hongyue walked all the way, but there were a lot of literary youths who were beating their chests and stamping their feet on the Wencai Gallery.

"Me?" Hongyue glanced at Cheng Shi, "Didn't you live?"

"Me?" Cheng Shi was stunned and waved his hand quickly, "I can't do it, I can't do that."

"Stop kidding, my aunt is in anger!" Hongyue said angrily.

Seeing that Cheng Shi looked like this, he couldn't say anything, but he was really unsure.

Cheng Shi was naturally literary in Hongyue’s eyes, but she didn’t know that Cheng Shi’s so-called talent was all plagiarized.

As for Cheng Shi himself, let alone talent, he is not even a fake literary youth.

When I arrived at the literary gallery, it was still very congested outside, and many scholars were blocking the door, wanting to solve the riddle or match the previous couplet to get the ticket.

Hongyue was very strong, so she pushed away the crowd and squeezed into the front with Cheng Shi.

"Anyway, we'll go in after getting the ticket."

Someone next to him looked at Hongyue and Cheng Shi with doubts and answered casually. If he had to be so easy to reach, there wouldn't be so many people at the door.

People who are truly talented basically receive invitation letters directly. The Wencai Gallery is prepared for some people who are not famous but have not received invitation letters and have some talent. Most people really can't answer.

Not to mention ordinary people, these riddles and couplets were all produced by Jiangcheng's famous literary masters. The literati who received the invitation letter would not be able to answer the answer without any real thing in their stomachs.

"Well......"

Cheng Shi glanced briefly and did not find any riddles or couplets he looked at.

"Hurry up and answer, don't tell me." Hongyue said, "Just answer this."

The rainbow moon pointed at a riddle.

This riddle is very simple, with only four words: all-in-one.

Cheng Shi thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No."

Won't?

Hongyue didn't think much about it. She was talented, but not all questions could be answered. If you don't know this, then change it.

"Then answer this."

It's still a riddle, the title is simpler: Passion.

Cheng Shi thought about it again, but still shook his head, "I can't answer."

Hongyue glanced at Cheng Shi and said, "That pair of couplets, this one is short."

Couplet title: People once were monks but could not become Buddhas.

Cheng Shi still shook his head.

Someone was laughing softly next to him. When the two of them came before, Hongyue said arrogantly and said whatever answer was.

As a result, neither this nor that.

Hongyue was also speechless: "You can find someone you can answer and answer it."

"Uh..." Cheng Shi looked at the riddles and couplets again briefly, and then shook his head, "None of them will."

"Really or false?" Hongyue said, "Stop joking. If you can, please answer quickly. The performance is about to begin."

"I really won't."

"..." Hongyue gave Cheng Shi a blank look, "It's not useful at all at critical moments. I can't even answer a riddle couplet. What's the use of me?"

Cheng Shi said dissatisfied, "When recruiting people, I didn't say that I could guess riddles and couplets."

Hongyue stopped talking, she just said something angry, but Cheng Zhi couldn't answer her and she couldn't help.

Mainly in Hongyue's impression, Cheng Shi has a few talented talents. When she first brought Cheng Shi to guess riddles and couplets, she also felt like anti-aircraft guns were used to kill mosquitoes. Now she realized that she had a silver-like gun tip around her, and there was a huge gap in her heart.

...

On the other side, Wei Zhen, the owner of Wenxiu Restaurant, accompanied an old man with white hair and beards to the door of the inner court, and several servants were following behind him.

"Hey, why are Mr. Cheng there?"

Wei Zhen saw Cheng Shi and Hongyue at the Wencai Gallery.

"Teacher, that young man over there is what I told you, Mr. Cheng who is in contact with you."

The old man looked at Cheng Shi in the direction Wei Zhen pointed, nodded and said, "There is a little arrogant between the eyebrows. It's the literary talent gallery over there. What is he doing there? Xiao Wei, didn't you send him an invitation letter?"

"I sent it, I'll send it to you in person." Wei Zhen said quickly, "Not only him, but the art building where he is also invited to perform at the literary fair. There are invitation letters. It is logical that I won't go to the literary talent gallery."

Wei Zhen thought for two seconds and smiled, "It's probably because young people like to show off. Mr. Cheng deliberately went to Lulucai in the literary talent corridor. Teacher, why don't we go over and take a look."

Show off?

It’s almost ashamed!

Hongyue now felt that her face was almost lost by Cheng Shi.

He came to Wencai Gallery with confidence, but Cheng Shi couldn't answer any of them. Some of the spectators around him were watching jokes at this time, and many of them were ridiculous and ridiculed.

"Don't take care of porcelain work without diamonds."

"The riddle couplets produced by Jiangcheng's literary masters are not that easy to answer."

"It is a good thing for young people to have confidence, but they have to weigh their own weight."

“…”

Being ridiculed...

When Cheng Shi listened to these slanderous words, he felt a little silenced. He wanted to show off his skills with great enthusiasm. He solved all the questions in the literary gallery, pretended to be a pussy, and slapped these people in the face.

However, there is no ink in my stomach and I am powerless.

Forcibly pretending can only make you more embarrassed.

"Young Master Cheng is so elegant." Wei Zhen came over with the old man and his entourage.

Wei Zhen is a well-known figure in Jiangcheng. As soon as he came to the crowd, someone immediately recognized him.

"It's Wei Zhen, the owner of Caixiu Restaurant."

"Why is he here?"

Wei Zhen walked up with a smile, and then greeted Hongyue again.

"Boss Wei."

Cheng Shi and Hongyue also greeted Wei Zhen. There was an old man next to him. Neither of them knew each other, but they nodded slightly and greeted him.

"Honest Master Cheng solved several puzzles?" Wei Zhen asked with a smile.

"Uh..." Cheng Shi smiled awkwardly, and then said, "All answers."

"Why..." Wei Zhen was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and said, "Haha, in my opinion, these puzzles are too simple, and Mr. Cheng is not willing to answer them."

Cheng Shi was stunned and thought to himself, no wonder he could open such a big restaurant and speak.

Hongyue curled her lips and complained in her heart that he really couldn't understand it!

"Since Mr. Cheng thinks the topic of the Wencai Gallery is too simple, why not ask my teacher to give you a question." Wei Zhen said, and then introduced the old man beside Cheng Shi, "This is my teacher, Mr. Guo from Jiangcheng Wencai Academy."

"Old Guo? Is it the Vice President of the Wencai Academy of Culture and Culture?"

"It's him. I said it looks familiar. I have seen Mr. Guo once."

"Old Guo is here too."

"Of course, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference, and it is not surprising that Mr. Guo is here."

“…”

Someone in the crowd was whispering.

Cheng Shi waved his hand with a wry smile and said, "No, I can't, I'm not good at it, I'm afraid I can't answer it."

Cheng Shi was telling the truth. He couldn't even solve the puzzles of the Literary Gallery, so he could not handle the questions personally given by the literary master of Jiangcheng.
Chapter completed!