There were already many scholars surrounded by the laurel tree, and Qin Zhao even saw several acquaintances at today's poetry meeting.

A vendor sat in front of the osmanthus tree and shouted loudly: "Three copper plates enter the venue to guess the riddles, guess three and give one red silk to make a wish, guess five and give one lantern, guess ten and give one copper plates to return, give one bottle of osmanthus brewed!"

Jing Li's eyes were straightened.

Qin Zhao asked: "You just said you wanted osmanthus wine?"

Jing Li nodded repeatedly.

Qin Zhao pinched his hand and whispered: "Three copper plates, madam."

Jing Li took out the copper plate from his arms, Qin Zhao took it over, and stepped forward to put it on the vendor's stall.

The other party happily accepted it and gave him a pen: "Young Master will do it yourself and write the answer on paper. By the way, we only have one bottle of osmanthus brew. If someone answered ten of them before the young master and won the prize, the young master could only use two lanterns as the prize."

If you want to win a big prize, you must not only be able to solve the problem, but also have to be fast.

But that's it, it's rare for vendors to meet customers who answer ten questions in one breath, so there are more cases where this bottle of osmanthus wine cannot be delivered.

Qin Zhao responded, but did not go in, and took down all the notes from the lantern closest to him.

The vendor's smile froze on his face.

There are five or six riddles under this lantern, and the contents are different. Usually, people always look at the question page first and then take them off after guessing riddles.

I have never seen this person like this before, and I took it down without even looking at it.

Qin Zhao took off the riddle and placed it on the table, quickly glanced at the topic on it, as if he had picked up the pen and started writing without thinking.

vendor: “???”

I wrote without thinking about it, is this person here to make trouble?

He felt displeased in his heart, and he leaned over to take a look, but was stunned.

Qin Zhao's first answer has been written.

It's correct.

He did not stop and immediately started writing the next one.

There were many people guessing riddles around him, but they didn't notice what happened here. The only vendor stared at Qin Zhao. The latter quickly finished writing the six red papers he took down, looked up and grabbed four of them casually, bent down to write them.

After only a few words, Qin Zhao had already answered ten questions.

He put down his pen and handed the ten pieces of red paper to the vendor: "Look, are these answers correct?"

The vendor looked at him like a ghost.

He just stared at Qin Zhao all the way, and naturally knew that what he wrote was right. He took it now, checked it carefully again, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, all right!"

Qin Zhao: "Thank you."

The vendor whispered: "Congratulations to this young master for guessing ten riddles and giving a bottle of osmanthus wine!"

Everyone was uproaring and asked who was right to answer the question. The vendor also wanted to ask Qin Zhao's name, but Qin Zhao just shook his head, took the osmanthus wine and copper plate handed over by the vendor, and led Jing Li away quietly.

A small river passes through the town, and many people are laying lanterns on the other side of the river.

Qin Zhao and Jing Li sat by the stone bridge on the other side, which looked particularly quiet in comparison.

Qin Zhao uncovered the lid of the wine pot and handed the osmanthus wine to Jing Li: "Only one sip."

"I know, I'm not bad at drinking."

Jing Li's words are purely self-deception.

His alcohol content is not bad, only a few degrees to ten degrees, and it will be fine no matter how much he drinks. If he encounters a higher degree, he will be dizzy if he drinks a glass of wine.

But, this is just osmanthus wine, and it was in ancient times. How high can it be?

Jing Li thought about this and took a sip first.

The entrance is a rich fragrance of osmanthus, which penetrates straight into the nose, and the sweet fragrance of florals is refreshing. With the cover of the fragrance of osmanthus, there is almost no smell of wine.

Jing Li's eyes lit up and he took another sip.

He didn't finish drinking it. Qin Zhao turned his head to look at him and couldn't help but persuade him again: "Drink less, I'll go and put on the lanterns later."

"I know." Jing Li narrowed his eyes and savored the fragrance of osmanthus in his mouth. "It's too late now. After the lanterns are put on, let's go home. At home, it's still-"

And prepared surprises.

Jing Li pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.

Qin Zhao heard the guilt from his desire to speak but stopped, and turned his head and asked, "What else is there at home?"

"Um..." Jing Li dodged his eyes and said nothing.

Qin Zhao gently kneaded the other person's earlobe with his fingers and wanted to ask again, but suddenly he was blocked by a kiss with the fragrance of osmanthus.

Jing Li pried open his lips and teeth and kissed him carefully. His mouth was filled with the aroma of osmanthus and sweet as honey, as if he was eating a piece of soft osmanthus candy cake.

After a while, Qin Zhao stepped back a little and said with a smile: "Don't think I'll send me this way. You're going to send me away today. What's the point of"

Before he could finish his words, his body in front of him suddenly became soft and he fell into his arms.

Qin Zhao: “…”

"Little Fish?" Qin Zhao patted his back and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Jing Li rubbed his head against his shoulder, his voice vaguely: "Don't make noise... I'm a little dizzy..."

Is this... drunk?

Qin Zhao took the osmanthus brewed bottle in his hand and shook it slightly, and it was empty inside.

He turned his head and looked across the river and sighed slowly.

I would have asked him to drink after the lanterns if I had known.

Jing Li was soon drunk and unconscious. Fortunately, he was not tall and thin, so it was not difficult to help him up. Qin Zhao took the person back to the village with half hug and half hug, and pushed the door open with a little breath.

The yard was very dark, and Qin Zhao held the lamp in one hand and held Jing Li with the other hand and stumbled into it.

He first placed Jing Li on a bamboo chair in the yard and walked towards the main house with a lantern.

He pushed open the door of the main house, but was stunned.

The house has changed.

The hanging curtain was changed to red, and a large character "囍" was posted directly opposite the gate. The table at the front was also covered with red cloth, and two brand new red candlesticks were placed.

This is what Jing Li wants to give him.
Chapter completed!