It turns out that this is a shop specializing in making and selling lanterns.

The shop is brightly lit, surrounded by water, and people will burst into exclamations from time to time.

Fang Zheng pulled Feng Qing closer, and he asked a young man dressed in a student in front of him.

From that student, I learned why there were so many people at the door.

It turned out that there was a glass lamp imported from the outside in this shop. The glass lamp was made of five-color glass. People said that the five-color glass lamp was better than jade. The five-color glass lamp was exquisitely shaped and the feathers of flowers and bamboo were wonderfully portrayed on it. The most indirect thing was that the glass lamp could actually make a crisp music sound as the lamp rotated.

This is the treasure of the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper is generous this year and said that if someone can answer the questions he has made, he can win this glass lamp.

Since it is a treasure in the store, it will naturally not be easily obtained by people. Several people have tried it before, but no one answered it. More onlookers know that they have some ability, so they can only sigh at the lamp.

Fang Zheng pulled Feng Qing into it.

"My husband, let's forget it." Feng Qing shook his head at Fang Zheng. The glass lamp was beautiful, but it was not the lightest and most beautiful she had ever seen. Besides, even if her husband won the lamp, it would be inconvenient for her to take it to Kyoto.

Why let my husband attract the attention of others in public?

It’s not that Feng Qing was afraid that Fang Zheng would show up, because they hadn’t arrived in Kyoto yet. If someone jealous of her husband and stumbling, it would be a little trouble.

"Don't you like it?" Fang Zheng turned around, raised his hand, and gently touched Feng Qing's cheek with his fingers.

Feng Qing shook her head, "I don't like it very much."

"Then let's go back." He saw that Feng Qing was thinking so, so he didn't force himself. Fang Zheng led Feng Qing back.

As soon as the two of them turned and left, a burst of awe-inspiring voice came from the crowd.

But someone answered the eighth question, which is the person who answered the most questions correctly.

The shopkeeper has several sets of questions, each set of twelve questions, and these questions are all put in envelopes. The answerer can draw one at will, and the answerer needs two people, and they sit with their backs to each other. The questions they give are all about one of the two answerers.

If the answer is consistent, it is considered to be passed.

And the question is naturally easy to difficult.

The first question was directly given the answer to the answerer.

The first question asks about the zodiac sign of the person who was asked.

The second question is the choice between the autumn dew white and bamboo leaves green. The other party likes to drink more.

The third question is to select one of the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, which is the favorite of this person.

By analogy, the twelve questions are a confusing question, which is to choose the other party’s favorite among the twelve numbers one to twelve.

This last question seems simple, but it is the most difficult to understand.

Feng Qing stopped, looked back at the platform, and thought to himself that the shopkeeper was flexible and the topic was special, no wonder it was so lively.

"My husband, if it's something that matters me, can you answer it?" After thinking about all the questions, Feng Qing also became uneasy and hesitant.

Fang Zheng smiled but didn't answer. Shaoqing, he pressed his wife's ear and whispered: "My zodiac sign is a rabbit. My wife has never drunk bamboo leaves green, but she is eager to try it out with Qiu Lubai. My wife likes bamboo the most-"

Fang Zheng gave an answer, and Feng Qing's eyes lit up. Until the last question, Fang Zheng got closer to Feng Qing, "My wife's favorite number is nine. The number of nine is the biggest number, and the number of yang represents the sky. My wife asked her husband."

Feng Qing's expression could no longer be described as happy. Her eyes were bright, and her big black and white eyes reflected her smiling handsome face.

"My husband really loves me deeply." Without caring too much, how could he find these in his subtle life? Feng Qing never told Fang Zheng seriously what he liked.

Even without caring about the people around him, Feng Qing threw himself into Fang Zheng's arms, hugged his waist, rubbed his chest with attachment, and said with a smile: "If you have your husband's words, I don't need the glass lamp at all."

Fang Zheng laughed out loud when the lady expressed her bluntly. He wished he could rub the person in his arms into his bones and blood, and not parted for a moment.

As if the two were not intimate with others, the pedestrians around couldn't help but look at each other.

Feng Qing's ears were so embarrassed that she red, and she whispered, "My husband, let's go back."

"good."

Let go of Feng Qing and instead hold her hand. When the two turned around and walked back, a sound of yelling came from behind.

Feng Qing looked back.

But a lady came on stage.

There were many people who answered the questions before, but there was no woman, and the lady was the first, so she couldn't help but make fun of the people around her.

Feng Qing narrowed his eyes and looked at it. When he saw the lady clearly, he withdrew his gaze and was glad that he did not let his husband go to the stage just now.

It was just because the lady she had met just now that she snatched the lotus lantern.

A lotus lantern can make this lady compete for it. If my husband really answers all the questions correctly and gets the lantern, this lady may be the first to come to them.

Feng Qing didn't know if this lady really liked lamps, but it was certain that this lady was domineering and rude.

The one who went up to answer the questions with this lady was naturally her maid. She probably had been reminded beforehand, and the maid kept muttering and her body was shaking violently.

Fang Zheng and Feng Qing had only taken a few steps, and booed him from behind.

But the lady answered the second question wrong.

"Miss, I deserve to die." Before I could wait, the maid knelt directly in front of her lady.

Immediately afterwards, with a crisp sound, the lady slapped the maid down and rolled down the platform, cursing: "Baste."

Such a irritable lady is rare. Feng Qing sympathizes with the maid, but he leaves without stopping.

On the way back, Feng Qing found that more than one lantern selling company was holding activities during the Chinese New Year.

Restaurants use discounts, bookstores use out-of-print books, and even shops selling snacks use the best snacks as gimmicks to attract pedestrians on the road.

Pedestrians gather around the shops on both sides of the road, and even the center of the road is much spacious than during the day.

Stopped at the door of the book shop, Feng Qing asked: "Do you want to go and take a look? If it is out of print, it should be a good book, right?"

"No need." The gimmick used by this book shop is much simpler. You only need to write poems and choose the best one anonymously. The winner will not only get out of print books, but his poems will also be framed and hung in the book shop for guests who enter the book shop to enjoy.

There are many out-of-print books. Since they can be given away, it is not very important. At least Fang Zheng is not interested.

Looking at the crowd three layers outside and three layers, Feng Qing also stood up with his hair. She nodded, "If my husband doesn't want to, we won't go."

Before returning to the inn, the two of them had another dumpling meal on the roadside.

Dipping the ingredients prepared by the stall owner himself, Feng Qing ate a bowl and Fang Zheng ate two bowls.

Three bowls of dumplings, and a total of fifteen copper plates were collected.
Chapter completed!