After joking around for a while, everyone hurried inside to change clothes and warm themselves by the fire.

Yulan, who was serving Hutu, hurriedly brought over two pots of red date and ginger soup. It was hot and spicy, and she would sweat immediately after drinking a bowl.

Otherwise, if these young masters catch a cold or get sick, it will be quite a hardship for these servants to take care of them.

Hongzhao stuck out his tongue from the spiciness and complained, "I'm never drinking this again, it's so hot and spicy."

Hutuli laughed at him: "Who told you to provoke someone first? Now you're really paying the price."

Hongyan also said, "Don't play outside anymore. It's already past three o'clock, and it's getting cold."

Hutu glanced at his pocket watch and exclaimed, "That's right! Once you start playing, you lose track of time; it's already three o'clock."

Moyaqi was getting a little impatient to go back to the manor. It was too late to take a carriage, and Hutuli hadn't had enough fun yet, so she begged her to stay a little longer.

"I also have some flower cards that Mother made recently. Let's play a game of name-guessing! Don't worry, they're all good."

Hutu suddenly remembered that Changning had finished making mahjong a couple of days ago and also made the drinking game slips for drawing flower names. He was suddenly inspired and wanted everyone to gather in a circle to play this game.

Hongzhao was also very curious and responded enthusiastically.

Hongyan had no choice but to play along.

The other girls hadn't played it before either, so they all obediently followed orders.

Hutuli had someone place the dice in a dish, shook them to check the numbers, and found it was a "5". Following the number of people, they discovered it was Moyaqi.

She smiled shyly, took the fortune-telling container, shook it, and a flower-shaped fortune slip fell out. Hu Tuli quickly peeked at it and saw the words "Ziwei" written on it.

“Moyaqi is a crape myrtle! This flower is beautiful! Look at this poem, what is it?” Hutu urged her to read it.

Everyone looked at Mo Yaqi, who slowly recited: "The wind laughs at the scorching sun."

Wanji smiled and praised, "This is wonderful! 'Where are the silent peach and plum trees now? They laugh at those who are outwardly bright and cheerful.' Though Mo Yaqi is delicate, she possesses a unique spirit!"

Seeing everyone making fun of her, Mo Yaqi felt a little embarrassed and quickly moved on. She flipped over the sign and saw that it read, "Those who wear the same hair ornaments and clothes of the same color shall drink a cup together."

Only Yierha and she were dressed in blue, so the two drank together. However, the little girl hadn't drunk any alcohol yet; she was drinking Jingting Green Snow, which was made with plum blossom snow.

After finishing her drink, Moyaqi took the dice and shook them.

This time it was "3". Counting down, it was Wanji's turn. Seeing that it was her, Hutuli was even more excited: "Our Wanji is a talented woman, she has to shake the lotus flower!"

Wanji took the divination stick, hoping for a good result. She shook it while reciting the divination, and finally got an osmanthus flower.

“Why need light green or deep red?” Wanji read aloud slowly. She was always generous and polite, and had her own inner thoughts. She was quite satisfied with the poem.

The other sisters all laughed when they heard this.

"Why need pale green or deep red? It is naturally the first among flowers. Evening Glow, you must be the first among flowers!"

Wanji smiled slightly, flipped over the sign, and read on the back: "Play a piece on the pipa."

Hongzhao loved watching the excitement: "Wow! Can Sister Wanji play the pipa?"

Wanji was a little surprised: "I have studied the pipa for two years, but I never show it to anyone. Today, this fortune stick has exposed my ignorance."

"Haha, this fortune stick is the most accurate." Hutuli hurriedly asked someone to bring over a pipa.

Wanji took the pipa and immediately displayed the poise of a master. Everyone held their breath as they watched her fingers fly across the strings, plucking and strumming, and the melodious sound gradually carried on.

Changning was playing with her two daughters when she heard such beautiful pipa music and was stunned for a moment. She couldn't help but sigh, "I wonder who has learned it so well. I really regret not letting Hutuli learn a musical instrument to cultivate her character."

Zhuiyu laughed and retorted, "Our princess is skilled in whip fighting and archery, she's a heroine, capable of governing the country and securing peace, learning this musical instrument would be such a waste of her hands!"

Changning was amused by her: "Don't talk nonsense about martial arts being able to stabilize the country and bring peace to the people."

After the evening music ended, it won a round of applause.

The eldest princess of the Seventh Prince's mansion was extremely envious: "I'm just like my mother, I'm not good at anything, it worries her so much! If only I were like Wanji!"

Hongyan nodded to Wanji, and he rarely spoke, but he praised her repeatedly: "This piece is well played. It has the skill of the Pipa Xing written by Liuyi Jushi back then, and it has style and spirit."

Wan Ji gracefully accepted everyone's praise, humbly saying, "This is just the tip of the iceberg; I still have much to learn in the future!"

Hongzhao's mouth dropped open. His family had never had any artistic talent. His mother was not good at music and sang "Wumeng Mountain connects to mountains beyond mountains" all day long. He couldn't understand anything else, but the momentum was strong. This made him even look up books to find out where Wumeng Mountain was. It was worth his mother reciting it every day.

From this, we can see that none of the people in the Hongzhao Hu Tu painting had much artistic talent, except for Hong Yan, who followed Yinzhen and was proficient in calligraphy and painting.

Nowadays, people are generous with their praise when they hear the pipa music, which sounds like celestial music and instantly brightens their ears.

After exchanging compliments for a while, Wanji finally continued rolling the dice.

Coincidentally, it was Hong Yan this time.

Hongzhao covered his mouth and chuckled, while keeping a straight face. Yes, he was a good younger brother, and he had to protect his older brother. No matter what flower his older brother drew, he had to praise him!

Hongyan took the divination tube, shook it, and the answer that landed was "grain and millet".

A thought struck him.

"To save the world and bring peace to the people, I will pass my youth without hearing the music." Hong Yan read aloud the poem on the flower slip word by word.

This prompted Wanji to look up at him.

Hongzhao clapped his hands and cheered, delivering the emotional message perfectly: "Those who draw this fortune slip possess a benevolent heart. Drink a cup to yourself, and another cup to share at the feast. My brother truly has a benevolent heart! Come, let's drink a cup together!"

Everyone hurriedly raised their teacups, but their eyes flickered; the fortune slip seemed to have a hidden meaning.

Before Hong Yan could say anything, Hu Tuli couldn't wait any longer: "Why can't I ever be drawn? Hurry up, let's move on to the next round."

Before it was Hutuli's turn, the next round was Yierha.

Yierha has never been very knowledgeable about poetry. She is frail, and her wife doesn't focus on poetry when taking care of her. She only makes her read Buddhist scriptures, and that's about it after she has read two introductory books.

Therefore, she was a little shy and tugged at Hutuli's sleeve, asking her to help her take a look.

Hutu took the flower slip she shook out, and upon closer inspection, he discovered it was a "cockscomb flower".

Then look at the flower's meaning: "Bowing to the autumn wind, yet now only a head full of frost. Those who receive this fortune will enjoy the pleasures of rural life and live a peaceful old age!"

Hutuli's eyes lit up, and his voice became much louder, clearly making everyone present happy.

Yierha was frail and had painstakingly grown up to this age. Although she did not die young, she always suffered from various calamities and pains, which worried her all year round. She never expected to get such a good result from playing this flower name game today.

Yierha took the flower token and stroked it carefully. If, if he could truly live out his days in peace, then all the love and care his mother, mother, father, and mother had given him would not have been in vain.