Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

As the last rays of sunset disappeared, a bright moon hung above the treetops.

Under the cover of night, Yunshan County is ablaze with lights, as bright as day.

People walked in the streets holding lanterns, and gorgeous carriages decorated with flowers slowly passed through the crowd.

Song Yan stood in the crowd. The scene before him was like a dream, giving him the illusion of being in fairyland.

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night. It blows down stars like rain."

What he witnessed was far more vivid and shocking than what was described in the poem.

Suddenly, Song Yan's eyes fell on a place not far ahead, at the edge of the bridge, where a group of people were gathered under a huge lantern that was covered with red paper puzzles.

He hurriedly pulled Shu Changyu's sleeve and said in a surprised tone: "Hey, Shu Changyu, look, there are people guessing lantern riddles over there, let's go over and take a look at the fun."

Shu Changyu's eyelids twitched slightly, and the corners of his lips were about to smile: "Do you like to watch the fun so much?"

From his tone, Song Yan knew that he was already impatient.

His eyes turned slightly, and he raised his hand to point at the glass lantern on the top of the stall, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want that lantern? I'll win it for you."

Shu Changyu lowered his eyelids slightly, looked at the young man's sparkling eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Okay."

So the two of them squeezed into the crowd together.

Under the lanterns, several young men who looked like wealthy gentlemen, dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing jade crowns on their heads, gathered in front of a stall and competed in guessing riddles.

Among this group of young men, there was a girl with a slim figure and extraordinary temperament.

She was wearing a gauze hat with a low brim that covered most of her face, leaving only a hint of her jawline visible.

There were several maids following the girl, and she was obviously a daughter of a wealthy family.

A young man in brocade clothes took off the red paper, took a look at it, and then said in a loud voice: "Qianli grass, He Qingqing."

The round-faced gentleman next to him quickly replied: "Green grass, green, I guess it should be 'green'."

The stall owner shook his head: "No, no, guess again."

The round-faced young man frowned and thought hard: "If it's not 'Jing', could it be 'He'?"

Another gentleman shook his head and put forward his own opinion: "'Qianli grass' refers to 'Qian', and 'He Qingqing' describes the green color of the grass, which is also 'Qian'."

The young people around also agreed: "That makes sense. 'Qian' is the same as 'cao', and 'qianqian' is used to describe the lushness of grass and trees."

Song Yan whispered to Shu Changyu, "I don't think it's 'Qian', it should be 'Dong'."

At this time, the young man in brocade clothes turned to the girl beside him and asked, "Miss He, what do you think?"

Miss He smiled with her lips pursed, her voice as ethereal and pleasant as a jade pendant: "What you gentlemen said is reasonable, but this riddle seems to have another deeper meaning."

"'Qianli grass', if we use the grass radical, followed by the character 'qian', and then the character 'li', what character can be formed?"

Unfortunately, those young men were so ignorant and incompetent that they failed to understand the girl's hint and were still racking their brains to think of the answer.

The young man in brocade clothes suddenly took out a silver ingot and announced loudly: "Whoever can guess the last puzzle, I will give him ten taels of silver!"

The people around were immediately excited. Ten taels of silver was a considerable fortune for ordinary people.

People crowded forward, wanting to try their hand at it.

"I guess it should be the word 'Mao'."

"No, no, no, it should be '茉'."

Song Yan was shamefully tempted by the ten taels of silver.

But he had promised to win the lantern for Shu Changyu, and he couldn't go back on his word.

So he stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said, "I am not talented enough, but I would like to try to solve this riddle."

Hearing this, the young man in brocade clothes looked at Song Yan and reluctantly said, "Then you come."

Song Yan then said aloud: "'Qianli grass', if you put the character 'Qian' under the grass radical and add the character 'li', you will form the character 'Dong'. The answer to this riddle is neither 'Qian' nor 'He', but 'Dong'."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of admiration from the crowd, and many people showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

The stall owner nodded in approval: "This young man is really quick-witted and guessed it brilliantly! It's exactly the word 'Dong'."

The young man in brocade clothes also showed a satisfied smile and handed the ten taels of silver to Song Yan.

Song Yan declined: "Sorry, I don't want your money, I just want to win the lantern."

Upon hearing this, the young master in brocade clothes looked contemptuous, thinking that Song Yan was ungrateful. He said in a disdainful tone: "You want lanterns too?"

Song Yan said confidently: "I won the lantern with my own strength, why can't I take it?"

"You are quite arrogant." Several other young masters surrounded him.

At the same time, a man's frivolous voice was heard from the stone bridge next to the stall.

"Is that the beautiful girl you mentioned, who is so stunningly beautiful that she can topple a country, her?"

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with sagging skin on his face, looking like a man hollowed out by alcohol and sex.

Although his eyes were blurry, they suddenly lit up when they fell on Miss He who was wearing a veiled hat.

The young man next to him shrank back, and he pointed to the crowd with a trembling hand: "No, it's not that girl, it's the girl in white over there."

The man looked in the direction he pointed, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

The soft candlelight outlines his delicate facial features, and the red dot between his eyebrows is like the finishing touch, adding a touch of ethereal spirit.

She is indeed a stunning beauty.

The man's eyes were as cold and sticky as a snake, but also contained a hint of obsession. He wished he could immediately snatch the other person back to the palace and make her his own.

"You find a way to bring him back to my house."

The young master, that is, Huang Feiyun, shook his legs and said in fear: "My lord, this Miss Shu is good at wielding a sword. I'm afraid I am no match for her."

Prince Yong disagreed: "How powerful can a little girl be? She is just a show-off. I will send you a few more people."

"Be gentle when you do this, don't hurt my little heart."

Huang Feiyun quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded, "Okay, okay."

Then, he advised: "Your Highness should go back. If someone finds you, it will cause trouble."

It is a serious crime for a vassal king to leave his fiefdom without being summoned.

Prince Yong suddenly changed his expression, raised his foot, and kicked him hard, his eyes fierce: "Who do you think you are? It's your turn to teach me a lesson, get out of the way!"

Huang Feiyun was kicked and staggered, almost falling down. He didn't dare to say anything. He could only swallow his anger and retreat aside in humiliation.

This scene has happened countless times, and the guards around are accustomed to it.

Huang Feiyun clenched his fists and stared at the figure in white with gritted teeth, the resentment in his eyes almost turning into reality.

If it weren't for Shu Changyu, they wouldn't have been forced to move their family and finally have to rely on Prince Yong's protection to survive.

He hated Shu Changyu very much.

He knew early on that Prince Yong was lustful, so he pretended to accidentally mention to Prince Yong a peerless beauty in Xiaoli Village.

This trick really worked. Prince Yong was curious and he even went against the imperial order and left his fiefdom to see the beauty in person.

Fate seemed to favor Huang Feiyun at this moment.

As soon as they arrived in Yunshan County, they met Shu Changyu unexpectedly.

Huang Feiyun was secretly delighted in his heart, Shu Changyu, let's see how you can escape this time.

Once he fell into the hands of Prince Yong, Shu Changyu would be crippled even if he didn't die.

Under the bridge at this time.

Shu Changyu suddenly felt something. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the bridge. He saw people coming and going, and the sticky gaze disappeared.

"What? Do you still want to take action?" At this time, Song Yan's voice came, drawing Shu Changyu's attention back.