Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

"Well, even Miss can't guess it. I'm afraid I won't be able to solve this riddle this year." Seeing Shui Ningyan standing there staring at the puzzle for a long time without speaking, the boy knew that she could solve it too. Can't come out, sighed.

"What's the puzzle? How about I try it?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the top of Shui Ningyan's head. Shui Ningyan turned to look at the visitor, and saw that he was wearing a ghost mask with green fangs just like herself. , stood behind him, and asked the boss.

Shui Ningyan felt strange, for some reason she always felt that this person was very familiar, and handed him the puzzle, but he snorted in a nasal voice after reading it, and said arrogantly: "My way is such a difficult puzzle, what is it?" The flower with the weakest energy? Of course it is jasmine, the homonym of jasmine, isn’t it the weakest flower?”

The boss saw that the young master guessed the riddle right, and thanked him with gratitude: "Young master has done me a great favor, such a puzzle should only be imagined by the young master and the person who made it. "

As he spoke, he took down the octagonal palace lantern from behind, handed it to him and said, "My lord, this is the prize for your correct guess."

Shui Ningyan saw that the things she liked were about to be snatched away by others, but she had no choice but to turn around and pull Zijin to leave.

In her disappointment, she failed to see that there was a playful smile in the man's eyes behind the mask.

Seeing that Shui Ningyan was about to leave, the boss hurriedly called out to Shui Ningyan, and said: "Miss and Young Master are predestined with me today, why don't you just leave me a pair of calligraphy?"

Shui Ningyan thought for a while, nodded in agreement, but the man said arrogantly again: "How can I keep my calligraphy with others casually? I don't bother to write such things."

Shui Ningyan curled her lips, although this person was full of literary talents, he was too arrogant, so he didn't want to talk to him, so he raised his head and smiled and asked the boss: "Can you write your own wish?"

"Of course you can. Miss's wish is finished. I can give you an ever-burning lantern. There are many people going to the river to make wishes tonight. Miss can also go and put one on."

Seeing that the lamp seller is a nice person, Shui Ningyan smiled, "If that's the case, then I'll give you a riddle as compensation."

After all, he took the pen and ink from the boss and started writing.

When the man behind him heard that Shui Ningyan wanted to write his wish, he looked this way curiously.

Zijin knew that his young lady didn't like this man, so he quickly blocked the writing that Shui Ningyan was writing with his body, and said angrily, "You can also read my young lady's handwriting?"

What Zijin said was quite imposing, the man touched his nose, feeling bored, he threw the octagonal lantern to the boy beside him, turned and went elsewhere.

Shui Ningyan wrote the riddle, handed it to the boss, and said with a slight smile: "Since the person who left the riddle before didn't tell the boss the answer, I won't tell you."

Smiling, he took the ever-burning lamp from the boss, and Shui Ningyan pulled Zijin to the bank of the river.

Right now the place is overcrowded, Shui Ningyan doesn't want to squeeze with them, just about to leave, he sees a small boat parked by the river bank.

At this moment, the painting boat has been chartered, and in the middle of the river, Shui Ningyan didn't want to go on the boat again, but the long burning lamp in his hand hadn't been let out yet, so he always felt something on his mind, so he turned back to the small boat and asked: "Boatman, Can this boat carry people?"

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