The girl in the coffin: Feng Jue Tianxia

Chapter 123 Lantern Festival (10)

Because Huangpu Nuoxi is cold-blooded, she likes snakes very much.

Looking at the light yellow snake embroidered on the lantern, only a small yellow head as big as a thumb sticks out, and a little yellow body can be seen, which looks very cute. She stretched out her slender hands, holding Lantern, "How much is this lantern?"

"Son, you have a good eye. The embroidery on this lantern is very good. Look at the little snake that just hatched, which symbolizes a pure heart and the beginning of a new life. It is also a color that bestows people." The smile on his face kept praising Huangpu Nuoxi's good eyesight.

Huangpu Nuoxi glanced at her with a smile, and said lightly, "Really?"

"Yeah, the son's vision is really good."

"How many taels of silver?" Huangpu Nuoxi hooked her lips, and the arc was gracefully displayed on her thin lips.

"Master Twelve." The old lady had a kind smile on her face and said warm words.

"Here——" Huangpu Nuoxi took out the silver taels in her pocket, gave the vendor ten taels, and left with the red lantern.

His eyes lit up, and there was actually a stage in front of him.

For the Lantern Festival Poetry Contest, if you get No.1, you will get 1000 taels.

"Look, there is actually a poetry competition this year, and No. 1 can get 1000 taels." A woman's eyes widened when she said that, and she held a woman's wrist with both hands and kept pulling.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go over there quickly, saying that we may not be able to get the first place." The woman's eyes also brightened, and she also pulled the woman back excitedly. I ran towards the poetry competition confidently.

Huangpu Nuoxi pursed her lips, a light of interest flashed by, raised the lantern in her hand, and walked towards the poetry competition with vigorous steps, with a leisurely look, an extremely low-key attire, and an elegant His actions and petite body seem to be more mature and less naive. Along the way, the lantern in his hand exudes a dazzling red light, and the "Soul Bell" on his wrist also emits a crisp and melodious ringing , mixed with the noise of the crowd, the bubbling voice, no one watched this scene, and no one heard the pleasant sound of bells.

There were many people around the stage of the poetry competition, all of them were scrambling to be the first, and they were constantly crowded, and there were lush branches on both sides of the place where it happened to be built.

However, Huangpu Nuoxi found the quietest and least crowded place, just standing next to the branch, the most unnoticed and inconspicuous place, a pair of eyes that seemed to be more flexible than people just glanced at her. On the stage of the poetry competition, there are three couplets with a length of one foot hanging on the stage, vertically descending from the top of the stage.

The upper couplet of the first picture is: The boat is in the Dongting, the world is devastated and there are tears.

The upper couplet on the second picture is: Why invite the moon to ask the sky, I think it is because I have few confidantes in my life.

But the third one is longer: flowers and leaves, emerald green and red, but Si Xiangwei deliberately supports it, does not teach rain, wind and wind, and is clear and cold.

Everyone in the audience looked at the Shanglian on the stage in a daze, all of them were thinking hard, and all of them had gloomy faces.

"My lord——" Xuanyuanxuan also heard that there will be a lantern festival tonight, which is held only once every five years in Lanyou Kingdom, and he has never seen it before, so he is very curious and wants to take a look. I met a peddler asking him to buy a lantern.

He is an imposing seven-foot man, how can he like these things.

(End of this chapter)