End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Mengmeng and Xiaofu followed the servants to the banquet hall of Teng Mansion.

The hall was brightly lit and packed with guests, all elegantly dressed and toasting to each other, making it a very lively scene.

Fan Mengmeng had never seen such a scene before, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous. She followed Xiaofu closely, trying to make herself appear less out of place.

Teng Junze sat in the main seat, his every move exuding the majesty of a superior.

Seeing Fan Mengmeng come in, he nodded slightly, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Fan Mengmeng also bowed slightly to him, secretly guessing the purpose of this banquet.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the atmosphere gradually became lively.

One guest suggested playing a game of guessing lantern riddles, and everyone responded.

Lanterns of all kinds were hung all over the banquet hall, and under each lantern was a piece of paper with a riddle written on it.

"I'll go first!" A young man walked up to a lantern and read out the riddle: "Thousands of threads, tens of thousands of threads, invisible when they fall into the water. What is this?"

Everyone racked their brains, but no one could come up with an answer. Then Fan Mengmeng suddenly had an idea and blurted out, "It's rain."

Everyone was stunned, then suddenly realized what was going on and praised Fan Mengmeng for her cleverness.

Next, Fan Mengmeng guessed several extremely difficult riddles in succession, which amazed everyone.

Teng Junze looked at Fan Mengmeng, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Miss Lin sat next to Teng Junze, watching Fan Mengmeng steal the show, and felt extremely jealous.

She rolled her eyes and figured it out.

She walked over to a lantern, pointed at a complicated riddle on it, and said to Fan Mengmeng, "Miss Fan is so smart, why don't you guess this?"

Fan Mengmeng walked forward, looked at the riddle, and frowned slightly.

This is not an ordinary riddle, but a difficult question about ancient etiquette... A smug smile appeared on Miss Lin's lips.

The riddle describes the way ancient noble women saluted on specific occasions. It was so complicated and cumbersome that not only Fan Mengmeng, a modern person, but even some young guests were confused.

Miss Lin covered her mouth and chuckled, "Miss Fan, can't you answer that?" Her tone was full of sarcasm.

Fan Mengmeng did not panic. She carefully observed the picture on the puzzle and analyzed it quickly in her mind.

Although the picture was complex, some details reminded her of some ceremonial movements in modern Japanese tea ceremony.

She smiled slightly, "The question Miss Lin asked is indeed a bit difficult, but I can try to interpret it."

She pointed to the picture on the puzzle and explained, "The way the woman in this picture bows is very different from our modern etiquette, but at its core, it's all about expressing respect and reverence. Just like the kneeling ritual in the modern Japanese tea ceremony, while cumbersome, it demonstrates the importance we attach to our guests..."

Fan Mengmeng combined modern etiquette culture to explain this difficult question in an easy-to-understand way. Not only did she solve the riddle, but she also extended it to a cultural comparison, which made the guests present listen with great interest.

Some guests who originally had doubts about Fan Mengmeng's identity also began to look at her with admiration.

Master Chen stroked his beard, a flicker of approval in his eyes. Even Miss Lin, who had always been hostile to Fan Mengmeng, had to admit that she did have some skills.

Teng Junze's eyes were always on Fan Mengmeng. He originally thought that she was just an ordinary country girl, but he didn't expect that she was so smart, well-spoken and knowledgeable.

He picked up the wine jug and walked up to Fan Mengmeng personally, "Miss Fan, this glass of wine is for you."

Their eyes met in the air, and a subtle atmosphere flowed between them.

Miss Lin sat aside, clutching the handkerchief tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh...

Teng Junze held the wine jug with his slender fingers, and as he tilted it, the clear wine slowly poured into the glass in front of Fan Mengmeng.

The aroma of wine, mixed with the subtle scent between the two people, permeated the air.

He raised his glass, his deep gaze falling on Fan Mengmeng's face, "Miss Fan, please."

Fan Mengmeng was flattered and quickly stood up to return the greeting, "You're welcome, sir." She picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The clear wine slid down her throat, leaving a faint sweetness.

Their eyes met in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if time stood still.

Fan Mengmeng's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her eyes uncomfortably.

Miss Lin, who was sitting nearby, took in all of this.

She clenched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white, and she almost tore it into pieces.

She glared at Fan Mengmeng hatefully, her eyes full of jealousy and resentment.

Master Chen stroked his beard, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

He walked up to Teng Junze and whispered, "Sir, Miss Fan is extremely intelligent and knowledgeable. Why not let her participate in handling some of the affairs of the mansion? I'm sure she can help you relieve your worries."

Teng Junze withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment, and did not answer immediately.

He looked at Fan Mengmeng again. This woman from another world seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, making him unable to understand her.

Is her appearance a blessing or a curse?

Miss Lin saw that Teng Junze seemed to be wavering, and she became even more anxious. She rolled her eyes and a plan came to her mind.

"Cousin," Miss Lin said softly, "Miss Fan has just arrived and is not familiar with the affairs of the mansion. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to rashly let her get involved."

Teng Junze ignored Miss Lin. He still looked at Fan Mengmeng, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

"I will consider Master Chen's suggestion," he finally said, with a barely perceptible hint of determination in his tone.

He turned and walked towards the study, leaving behind a tall and straight figure.

Miss Lin looked at Teng Junze's departing back, a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes.

She walked up to Fan Mengmeng, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Miss Fan, don't be too happy too soon..." Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by Xiaofu who came hurriedly.

"Miss Fan," Xiaofu said breathlessly, "The master asked you to go to the warehouse."