Happy Little Scholar

The streets of Kyoto in Shangyuan are extremely crowded. Although the surrounding guards have deliberately created a looser space in the middle, it is still very difficult to move forward.

Yongning was too short and could only see other people's backs, so Li Yi simply picked her up.

Tsundere Loli is already very tall. She has always felt that she is no longer a child like Yong Ning, but at this moment, she feels a little envious of her...

The most popular ones on the streets are lanterns and sideshows, but if you watch them too much, they won’t be interesting. The programs in the hook bar are much more exciting and rich.

The group of people walked about half a street and entered a hook fence. There were still crowds of people in the hook fence, but they were in good order.

Li Yi and the two little girls followed them, and it didn't matter which venue they entered. There was nothing strange about Goulan's performances to him.

However, something seems different in this spacious hall.

Looking around, there are young officials on one side, gathering in small groups and chatting in low voices. On the other side, there is a curtain, and a light voice comes from inside. You can vaguely see behind the curtain. Those women in front of me.

These young men and women were separated by a long dragon made of lanterns. On the other side, there were some young people holding lanterns and writing something on them.

The tsundere loli asked in confusion: "Sir, what are you doing?"

Li Yi didn't know who came up with this new gameplay. He waved to a waiter in the hook and asked, "What are you doing?"

The waiter only felt that the young man in front of him looked familiar. After thinking about it, he became excited and said quickly: "I have seen the young master. I will call the boss over immediately..."

Li Yi waved his hand and said, "No, I'm just taking a look. What's going on over there?"

The waiter immediately replied: "Those people on the left are all well-known talents in Kyoto. They write poems on lanterns and hang them there. If they are noticed by the ladies in the curtain, they will send maids to tie them." There's a sachet on top..."

Li Yi finally understood that this was simply a different form of blind date. He had experienced it personally back then, and received countless love letters from the sachet. If he remembered correctly, I don’t know which girl it was from. He also stuffed a warm bellyband into his arms...

No wonder some of the talented people were in high spirits while others looked unhappy, because some of them didn't even have a sachet on the lantern in the middle, while others had several hanging on them.

It is not uncommon in this era to choose a son-in-law based on his appearance rather than his face. If this were the case in later generations, the lanterns would have been hung with photos instead of poems, and perhaps with real estate certificates, car keys, bankbooks and so on...

Xiaohuan saw maids coming out of the curtain from time to time and hanging her lady's sachet on the lantern. She thought it was very interesting. She grabbed Li Yi's arm and said excitedly: "Uncle, why don't you write a poem too?" Hang it up, there must be more sachets than all of them..."

In her heart, my uncle is the most talented person, otherwise how could he be called "the most talented person in Jingguo"? If my uncle puts a lantern there, it must have the most sachets.

The tsundere loli was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so she added jealously: "Yes, sir, you can also write a song to compare them all. It is best not to give them a sachet!"

Both of them seemed to want to see such a scene, and their expressions were a little excited. They didn't notice at all that the expressions on the faces of the talented people not far away were already a little unhappy.

"Haha, when did such an arrogant person appear in Kyoto?"

"He didn't even leave a sachet for us. Who does he think he is, the most talented person in Jingguo?"

"Even the most talented man would not dare to say such arrogant words..."

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Among the talented men not far away, some were feeling depressed. When they heard the words of the two girls just now, they felt ashamed and angry, but they did not bother to argue with women. In an instant, more eyes were looking at Li Yi. .

Li Yi knocked the two people on the head and said: "Whatever you write, whether you write poetry or something, you have to rely on inspiration. You can write whatever you want. There is nothing good to see here. Let's go..."

Ruyi and Lin Wanru went to a nearby venue. There was no performance there, but there was an exhibition of women's clothing. It was the most popular women's clothing style in Kyoto this year. Li Yi originally wanted to go there, but Tsundere Lolita and Xiao Huanfei To see who has the most sachets in the end, I have no choice but to accompany them here.

What Xiaohuan wanted to see most was that her uncle wrote poems. She rolled her eyes, walked over, and whispered: "Uncle, you have written poems for Xiaohuan, you have written poems for Miss Zeng, and you have written many poems for Miss Zeng, but not yet I wrote to the second lady..."

Li Yi looked at Miss Liu Er, and Miss Liu Er also looked over.

"Forget it." Li Yi shook his head and said, "People's lanterns and sachets have other meanings. We'd better not disturb the situation..."

Miss Liu Er turned her head expressionlessly, but a person came over from the front. It was a scholar-shirted scholar, quite elegant. He was holding a lantern with writing on it in his hand, and said with a smile: " I'm sorry to bother you, but I hope the girl won't take offense. When I saw her from a distance, I felt amazed and admired her. Suddenly I was inspired, and I accidentally came up with the poem Shangyuan. This poem was born because of the girl, and I should give it to her. "

After the young official walked out of the crowd, a sigh suddenly came from the curtain on the side.

This Mr. Zhou has great literary talent and is very famous among the talented people in Kyoto. He is also a newly-appointed Jinshi, so he is the best choice for a son-in-law. Many people have already set their sights on him. However, today Mr. Zhou actually gave the girl a lantern with his own poems on it, which is the most direct way to express his feelings.

"What are you giving away..." Before Miss Liu Er opened her mouth, Li Yi walked straight in front of her and said to Mr. Zhou, "You are willing to give it away, but others are not willing to take it." He looked at Miss Liu Er and asked, "Is it Ruyi?" Miss Liu Er glanced at him and asked, "Really?" Mr. Zhou was delighted when he saw this. He looked at Li Yi, pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "You are not this girl, how do you know that she is unhappy? Why, you can't give this lantern away, but you don't allow others to give it away?" The lanterns here are of course not just lanterns. If you want to give a lantern away, you must write your own poems on it. The scene where Li Yi refused just now obviously made Mr. Zhou feel that this person just has no talent and can't write a poem to suit the occasion. Of course, if he really swells up his face and writes a poem at random, he will be greeted with a greater humiliation. Li Yi glanced at him indifferently. He had seen too many such clumsy provocations. He looked at Miss Liu Er and said, "Xiao Huan is right. I haven't given you any poems yet. I'll give you one now. We don't want his..."

Xiao Huan had already brought her favorite lantern with a smile, and the arrogant loli grabbed a pen from the table.

"Who cares if you want to give it to me or not..."

Miss Liu Er said disdainfully, but her eyes looked at him.

Li Yi held the lantern in one hand and wrote on the blank space on the lantern with the other hand. He soon dropped the pen, held the lantern with both hands, handed it to Miss Liu Er, and said, "Ruyi, this is for you."

Mr. Zhou wanted to look over, but was pushed back by Li Yi.

At this time, a manager of the brothel came over and asked carefully: "Sir, do you want to hang this lamp over there?"

"No need." Li Yi waved his hand, looked at them, and said: "There is nothing interesting here, let's go."

"Let's hang it up."

Miss Liu Er looked down and suddenly handed the lamp over.

Although she could read, she didn't understand poetry at all. However, she also wanted to see if the one he gave her was good...

Will it be good to give it to others...

[ps: It seems that many readers are obsessed with a certain poem...]