"It seems that this person doesn't want to serve his elder brother." Looking at Qiu Yan's back, Yang Dingyuan whispered.

"Of course, unless it is absolutely necessary, which student is willing to eat military food?" Qi Xin did not show much dissatisfaction. "I'm just talking casually. Let's go guess the riddles. I heard that Ge Luolan would come here too, and there would probably be a good show."

As he was talking, he suddenly realized that Yang Dingyuan's eyes were a little strange.

"What's wrong?" In confusion, Qi Xin followed Yang Dingyuan's gaze, and the figure of Qiu Yan was aiming at it.

"This young master, this is a riddle, please think carefully..." The woman holding a lamp in front of Qiu Yan whispered, but before he finished speaking, Qiu Yan said, "The answer is a riddle."

"By the way," the woman was stunned for a moment, and quickly congratulated her, handing over the answer to the mystery, "Young Master is really quick-witted."

Qiu Yan smiled, tore off the puzzle, walked to another lantern, and without waiting for the woman holding the lamp to speak, he said directly: "The answer is the word 'attack on him'."

"Congratulations to young master." The woman was also stunned for a moment and handed over the answer note.

Qiu Yan took the note, walked to the third lamp, glanced at it, and said, "The answer is 'Sky'."

The woman was obviously prepared. While congratulating, she handed over the note in her hand.

Qiu Yan took it without hesitation, walked to the fourth lantern in just a few steps. The woman holding the lantern subconsciously handed the note in her hand. Qiu Yan took it with the opportunity and said, "The answer is 'Golden Osmanthus' tea."

"Young master and great talent." The woman with the lantern came back to her senses and realized that she had given her a premature death.

Four consecutive cups, just in the breathing period, Qiu Yan tore off the puzzle one after another. Because the speed was too fast, others had not noticed it, but they all fell into Qi Xin and Yang Dingyuan's eyes. The two looked at each other. They both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"This Qiu Yan doesn't seem to be as useless as those scholars said." Yang Dingyuan swallowed.

As he spoke, Qiu Yan had already tore off the puzzle of the tenth lantern. After walking along the way, it was like a farmer harvesting crops. The riddles seemed to have become straws, and even Qiu Yan could not stop and think. Once the person arrived, the riddles would be solved!

Guessing riddles may seem simple, but if you want to guess correctly, you can guess quickly. It is not enough to have agile thinking, but also to have certain insights, which contain many truths.

However, Qiu Yan was originally a god, and gathered a pool of incense and thoughts, all the thoughts of believers. Any puzzle that comes to his hands is equivalent to millions of people thinking together, trying to stump him. It is really too difficult.

Walking along the way, this action finally attracted the attention of others.

At this moment, the other scholars were thinking hard, and most of them had not even unlocked one. Occasionally, someone would untie one, and immediately became happy.

Even Fang Ziyan and Gu Yanzhi, the protagonists of the literary and poetry association, solved two of them.

So many scholars were shocked when Qiu Yan walked over and kept tearing off the puzzles one by one.

"What's going on? He's making trouble?"

Zhang Sheng and Liu Sheng looked at each other.

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On the third floor of Wenqu Building, there are a room where several women gather here. The head is a woman in pink, with fair faces, phoenix eyes, and black and white eyes.

These women dressed dignifiedly and spoke around the woman in pink, with a faint smell of stars supporting the moon.

"Sister Song, when will we go down?"

Suddenly, a young girl asked, and she was asking the woman in pink.

The woman in pink has a surname and name is Qian, and is the pearl in her hand that is the masterpiece of the Jiedushi Song Yuan.

Listening to the question, Song Qian touched the girl's head pamperedly: "Don't worry, let the people below guess the riddle first, set off the atmosphere, and let us sisters go down."

"It's so fun to guess riddles, why don't we go?" The girl showed her desire. "I heard that there are two great talents below, and it's just right to see them show off."

After hearing what she said, the other women also moved.

Their ladies, most of their fathers were military generals, but their mothers were all scholarly families. It was Song Yuan asked the emperor for his military achievements to stabilize his position as a general. The women given by the emperor were all innocent and well-educated, so their daughters were not interested in dancing swords and guns, but instead liked the stories of talented men and beautiful women.

Song Qian is also average. Although her identity is complicated, her yearning for reading is the same, which leads to all the previous events.

Listening to the request of the girls, she slowly changed her mind and was about to take the girls down to participate, but a voice came from outside the door-

"Miss, I have an urgent matter."

"What's the matter?" Song Qian sorted out her clothes and ordered people outside to come in.

As soon as the man got into the house, he spoke, "Miss, all the riddles you arranged have been guessed!"

"What?" Song Qian glared at her eyes and showed a surprised expression, "I guessed it all? How long has it been? I have prepared seventy riddles! Could it be that Mr. Fang and Mr. Gu have made sufficient preparations? Only then can I guess most of the riddles in one breath?"

The man who reported the news quickly said, "It's not Mr. Fang or Mr. Gu, but Mr. Qiu, named Qiu Yan. He guessed 60 of your seventy riddles alone. If you include the others, you can guess it all!"

"Qiu Yan?" Hearing this name, Song Qian showed a difference in her face, "That scholar who was scared by Mr. Zhao?"

There is still an impression of Qiu Yan and Song Qian, not because of the rumors these days, but because of the incident two years ago.

"This person is really capable. No wonder Mr. Zhao invites him over. Since the riddle has been guessed, we should go down and leave." Song Qian said, stood up and walked out with the women.

The atmosphere in the flower hall seemed a bit weird.

When the person was on the stairs, Song Qian noticed this, and the people below were divided into several pieces.

Many young men in brocade clothes and young men had an enthusiastic conversation.

"This person named Qiu Yan is so awesome!"

“It’s such an eye-opener.”

"Three years ago, I went to Beijing with my father and experienced it once. At that time, Bai Zhaoyuan, a talented man in the capital, showed his skills, which was very similar to Qiu Sheng's performance."

"Bai Zhaoyuan? I have heard of him, the top scholar!"

"More than that, this person is both civil and military, and he is a person who can only be seen in decades."

...

As we talked, the topic changed.

On the other hand, Confucian scholars gathered together and whispered, and many people were resentful.

"I really didn't expect that Qiu Yan had this trick."

Even Fang Ziyan and Gu Yanzhi both seemed uncomfortable. They thought they would be the protagonists of the literary club, fighting each other, but they didn't expect that they would just snatch the limelight.

Zhang Sheng and Liu Sheng were talking in a low voice.

"Guessing riddles is nothing but a small path, and it is not a skill. We scholars still have to see the quality of the poems, books and scriptures. Qiu Yan seems to be quick-witted, but they are all clever. Don't forget that when Mr. Zhao was taking the exam for more knowledge that day..."

Having said that, Zhang Sheng couldn't continue to talk about it himself.

The fact that Qiu Yan fainted was always regarded as a joke, but now they can't guess the riddles as much as Qiu Yan, and they lose it quickly and belittle Qiu Yan. Wouldn't it seem that they are even more incompetent? Moreover, after this incident, if someone talks about Qiu Yan in the future, they may involve them.

After thinking about this, Zhushu suddenly realized that something was wrong, his face became gloomy, and even Gu Yanzhi, who seemed open-minded, had a slightly changed expression.

"If you can't get your face back today, then..."

Their words did not escape Qiu Yan's attention.

"Sure enough, it's better to be more direct than saying a thousand words and ten thousand things. Today, we should make a concerted effort to conclude rumors and completely defeat them, but we should not blindly, and we should use the long to beat the short and take the initiative." Thinking in our hearts, Qiu Yan chatted with Qi Xin for a few more words.

Qi Xin's attitude changed significantly, and the condescending smell was gone, and Yang Dingyuan even mentioned that he had abandoned his pen and joined the army.

At this moment, someone saw many women walking down Kuankuan and couldn't help but call out.

"Miss Song is here."

When the others heard this, they immediately became energetic.

Song Qian and the girls were so beautiful that they could eat. When people saw it, the haze in their hearts dissipated a lot, and the atmosphere in the hall improved immediately.

At this moment, a loud laugh came from outside the door, and Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng were chatting and laughing. When they saw two people, whether they were young men in brocade or scholars in blue, they all greeted each other.

After Zhao Bingcheng came in, he greeted Qiu Yan with a kind look, then looked at the left and right a few times, frowned: "The prince of the swamp is not here?"

"Maybe it's still on the road," Song Yuan nodded to Qiu Yan, "Today's Wenshou, Mr. Zhao and I just came to make up the numbers, you don't have to worry about it." After giving a brief command, he led Zhao Bingcheng upstairs.

Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng greeted Qiu Yan one after another. This scene was seen by others and immediately aroused different thoughts, some thoughtful, while others showed jealousy.

"What's going on? Qiu Yan fainted in front of Mr. Zhao three days ago. The husband was obviously dissatisfied at the time. Today he provoked the swamp and was called by the governor. As a result, not only is it okay now, but it seems that he has a friendship with the two. This is too incredible."

Zhang Sheng and Liu Sheng looked surprised, even the other Confucian scholars were confused.

"I have Mr. Zhao here today. If a masterpiece can be produced by Wenhui, it will not take long to spread after being commented on by him."

Suddenly someone spoke in the crowd, and then the man changed his mind and said, "It's rare that such a grand event. Brother Qiu made a big splash just now. Why not strike while the iron is hot and write a poem?" The person who spoke was Fang Ziyan.

His words resonated with other Confucian scholars and agreed, but they could clearly capture some malice in Qiu Yan's perception.

Next to him, several men in brocade clothes also found it interesting and joined in the fun. As soon as several officials and ladies arrived, they were not aware of the situation, so they interspered and asked each other, and then they were amazed and looked at Qiu Yan.

Song Qian remained silent and her eyes fell on Qiu Yan.
Chapter completed!