Chapter 45: The Lantern Festival at the End of the Year (Part 2) This is probably something Yan Jing has rarely seen in his life...
"Do you know who I am? I am the daughter of the current general of the cavalry! How dare you stop me?"
The celadon cup flew through the air, and Huang Ben dodged sideways, causing it to hit the ground in vain, instantly breaking into five pieces.
Gao Lerong's eyes widened with anger. She grabbed another teacup and was about to throw it again, but was interrupted by Huang Ben's calm words: "Miss Gao, I am also following orders. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can ask in person after Lord Yan returns."
Hearing Yan Jing's name, Gao Lerong's brain, which had been overwhelmed by anger, cooled down a little. She frowned and asked suspiciously, "Yan Jing said that? He wanted you to stop me from leaving the house?"
Huang Ben's voice remained unchanged as he said coldly, "Yes."
If it was Yan Jing's order, then perhaps it was his father's instruction.
Gao Lerong slowly put down the teacup in her hand, stroked her chin and thought for a moment, then asked again: "Did he say when he could let me go?"
"I haven't informed you yet. Please wait patiently, young lady."
Gao Lerong frowned even more tightly and concluded bluntly: "After three days, you must let me go. I have something to do."
"Miss, please discuss this matter with Lord Yan. I cannot make the decision." Huang Ben bowed and responded, "Please don't embarrass me."
"What can you decide?" Gao Lerong gritted her teeth. The teacup that had just escaped danger finally fell at Huang Ben's feet and turned into powder along with its brothers.
"My friend's wedding is in seven days. If you don't let me go, I have to leave!"
Huang Ben sighed calmly, praying in his heart that Lord Yan would come back soon.
He really couldn't handle such a willful and capricious young lady.
Yan Jing, who was highly expected, was now experiencing unprecedented difficulties——
"Third question: If you want your straw sandals to not rub your feet, should you soak them in tung oil or rice soup?" The emcee asked the question in a high-pitched voice.
Wen Ying, who had never worn straw sandals, was at a loss and turned to Yan Jing for hope.
Yan Jing, who has been accustomed to wearing leather boots since she could remember: …
What kind of straw are straw sandals made of? The books he read seemed to have never mentioned this.
"Rice soup!" someone answered quickly.
"Contestant No. 7 answered correctly!"
Wen Ying: ...
She quietly took a step closer to Yan Jing and whispered, "Master Yan, if you can't answer, why don't we go down."
It would be embarrassing if I couldn't answer any question.
Yan Jing: ...
This was the first time in his life that someone had made such a suggestion in a kind tone.
To begin this matter, we need to go back to one hour ago.
Yan Jing held Wen Ying's hand and walked to the crowded place. He happened to see the sturdy man on the stage do two backflips in a row, stand still, take a deep breath, and spit out a fire dragon.
The blazing flames illuminated the girl's amber eyes. Wen Ying clapped without hesitation, and shouted along with the people around her: "Good!"
He didn't realize at all that he had pulled his hand away from Yan Jing's palm.
Yan Jing looked down at his empty right hand, his eyes dim.
Isn't it just making fire out of thin air? Is it difficult? Is it very strange? Hasn't she seen it before?
Why didn't she applaud herself at the beginning?
The sturdy man quickly finished his performance, bowed happily, and left the stage amid applause.
The emcee came back on stage, in high spirits: "With the end of Tie Niu's wonderful performance, I have to remind everyone that our lantern riddles will soon be settled. Please pay attention to the time! Don't miss the mysterious gift."
Wen Ying didn't quite understand what was said, so she asked a friendly-looking girl at the edge of the crowd, "Girl, what does this mean? What is the settlement?"
The girl answered her enthusiastically: "This is the lantern festival of the Rejuvenating Medicine Hall. Look, aren't there many lanterns hanging on the shelf over there? There are thirty lanterns in total, and under each one there is a lantern riddle."
Wen Ying looked in the direction the girl pointed and saw lanterns of all colors hanging in a row, lighting up half the street.
"The person who guesses the most riddles will be invited to the stage to compete, and the winner will receive a great gift prepared by the medicine hall. Last year's gift was a jade ruyi!"
Wen Ying's eyes lit up, and she pulled Yan Jing beside her and thanked the girl: "Thank you, girl. Let's go and join in the fun."
As he said this, he walked towards the row of lanterns.
With Yan Jing by her side, wouldn't this kind of guessing game be a piece of cake?
Yan Jing raised his eyebrows slightly and let her lead him forward. He watched her take the paper and pen from the maid beside her, turn around and raise her pitiful eyes to look at Yan Jing.
"What do you mean, young lady?" Yan Jing laughed in silence.
The little hand gently pulled Yan Jing's sleeve and shook it slightly. Wen Ying begged eagerly: "Master Yan..."
Before she could even say the name, she saw the man raise his hand and put it on her lips, and chuckled softly, "Forgot why we wear masks?"
Wen Ying suddenly realized that he could not call him Lord Yan, otherwise it would expose the fact that he was Yan Jing.
"What should you call me?" Yan Jing asked softly, guiding her step by step.
Wen Ying looked at the half-closed black eyes with a teasing smile, and her slender knuckles and upturned lips instantly touched her heartstrings.
Her head was a little dizzy, she pursed her lips and asked tentatively: "...Jing Lang?"
There was a sudden silence all around, and Yan Jing saw that the moon-shaped pendant on the girl's earlobe was shaking at the same frequency as his own suddenly disordered pulse.
He pressed his fingers against his lips, trying hard not to laugh. His eyes curved, he took the paper and pen from the girl, turned around and walked towards the lantern stand: "Let's go, guess the lantern riddles."
Wen Ying's hands were empty. She looked at the man's back and realized belatedly that Yan Jing had already known what she was going to do and was just deceiving her!
She was suddenly enlightened, embarrassed, and angrily glanced at Yan Jing writing the answer.
Everything went smoothly. They answered all thirty riddles correctly and were naturally selected as contestants.
They took the stage with full confidence, and fell silent at the same time.
Wen Ying held the sign with "Two" written on it, but never raised it. The children around her all answered one question correctly. She felt a little embarrassed and whispered to Yan Jing:
"The Lantern Festival is an event held by the people of the capital, so their questions are close to the daily lives of ordinary people. It is understandable that we can't answer them. How about letting them go?"
While listening to the girl's comfort, Yan Jing was thinking about another question.
Why wouldn't he know?
In the past, he had been to the slums quite a few times to deal with the Suzaku Cult's issues. He knew that they were not living well, but that was all.
He never really explored how ordinary people lived and how they solved their daily problems.
This is why there is such a blind spot in knowledge.
If we want to solve people's livelihood problems, we need to have a deeper understanding of their real lives.
This matter should be put on the agenda.
“Question 4: What is the lantern frame usually made of?”
"Nan bamboo, but Kongming lanterns are usually made of bamboo strips."
Holding up the sign with "No. 1" written on it, Yan Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As he expected, there shouldn't be many questions that only ordinary people could understand, and three questions were the maximum.
Yan Jing answered the following questions fluently, completely dispelling the worry in Wen Ying's eyes.
"Congratulations to contestant number one for winning! He answered seven questions correctly!"
The moment she heard the result, Wen Ying jumped up happily, hugged Yan Jing's neck, and said with a smile: "Jinglang is great!"
Holding the girl's waist firmly, Yan Jing smiled gently, his eyes like water: "Thanks to you, Miss."
I felt relieved. Fortunately, fortunately...
As the audience applauded and cheered for Yan Jing, someone suddenly shouted "May you have a happy marriage for a hundred years". Wen Ying instantly realized that something was wrong and quickly got off Yan Jing.
"This contestant will receive our mysterious gift - the [All Good Luck Card]. With this card, he can ask for any medicine from the Rejuvenation Pharmacy! Of course, the premise is that we have it."
As soon as these words were spoken, exclamations were heard everywhere.
Any medicine, including thousand-year-old ginseng and heavenly snow lotus, is definitely a life-saving card at the critical moment of life and death.
Thinking of this, Wen Ying lowered her head and began to think about something.
Yan Jing glanced at Wen Ying briefly, a smile on his face. When the emcee asked him to step down to receive the award, he asked a question away from the crowd: "Can this prize be transferred?"
"Ah?" The MC obviously didn't expect anyone to give the prize away, but he still answered dutifully, "Sure, are you going to give it to the girl next to you?"
Yan Jing shook his head slightly and whispered, "I will give it to the first person who comes to your pharmacy to ask for life-saving medicine but cannot afford it."
Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, then she understood what Yan Jing meant.
For Yan Jing and Wen Ying, this [Everything Goes Well Card] is not necessary.
After all, gold, silver and power can buy far more medicinal herbs than a card.
But for the poor people who have no money to treat their illnesses, it is a ray of hope.
After the MC gave her permission, Wen Ying put her arm around Yan Jing's and said with a smile, "It is a blessing for the people to have you in the court."
"Thank you for your compliment, Miss." Yan Jing raised his hand and held Wen Ying's hand. "It is because of the trust of the people that the court exists."
Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.
With this episode, Wen Ying had a more enjoyable time, enjoying the lanterns, watching performances, and eating delicious food...
She almost forgot that she came here to please Yan Jing and was only focused on having fun.
It was not until she wanted to release river lanterns that Wen Ying suddenly remembered her important business, but the lantern festival was almost over.
The people in the streets and alleys gradually dispersed, and the lights between the locust trees went out one by one.
"What's wrong?" Yan Jing stood on the steps by the river, looking at the girl who suddenly froze in confusion.
"Nothing, nothing." Wen Ying sighed in her heart, lit the river lantern and placed it on the river.
Let’s talk about it next time.
With her bare hands, she stirred the ripples, slowly pushing the river lanterns away, drifting to the center of the river and heading off into the distance with her companions.
The noisy air gradually fell into silence.
"It's a pity that the river lanterns can only carry one wish." Yan Jing suddenly spoke out with a regretful tone.
"Yes... but people can't be too greedy." Wen Ying smiled and didn't care.
"Really? But I think you can have more." Yan Jing stretched out his hand to Wen Ying, motioning her to hold it.
Wen Ying didn't understand what he meant. After she put her hand on him, he was pulled away: "Hey, Yan... Jinglang, can you tell me where you are going first?"
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