The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

He Qingming stood by, silently observing Ying Meng's every move. He knew she had finally decided to face her inner struggles. This marked the beginning of her journey out of the shadows and a crucial step in her spiritual growth. He whispered, "Let's go guess lantern riddles." His voice was filled with encouragement and support, hoping that through this activity, she could find inner peace and strength.

Ying Ying nodded, a warm feeling rising in her heart. She pointed to the glazed palace lantern on the center stage. It was a vintage glazed lantern meticulously crafted by a descendant of an intangible cultural heritage. The light shone through the glass, emitting a soft and warm glow, illuminating the entire venue. "I want that glazed palace lantern," she said to He Qingming. This lantern wasn't just a prize she wanted; it was a symbol of hope, representing her yearning and pursuit for a better life.

He Qingming looked at Ying Wen, a surge of determination welling up within him. He knew that Ying Wen had been cold and neglectful towards him for some time. Now that she had finally made a request, he was willing to do his utmost to satisfy her, hoping to help her realize her wish. He answered firmly, "Okay." His voice was filled with commitment and determination, indicating that no matter how much effort it took, he would support her and be with her.

At a bustling temple fair, He Qingming and Ying Ni walked hand in hand toward a colorfully decorated stall. The stall was hung with a variety of lanterns, swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling ancient stories. Each lantern emitted a soft glow, illuminating the night sky like daylight. These lanterns were not only beautiful, but each one carried profound cultural significance and historical heritage.

The owner, a kindly old man, sat at his stall, his gaze gently fixed on the handsome young couple. A kind smile graced his face, as if welcoming them to be part of this beautiful evening. A variety of lanterns were displayed before the old man's stall, each one revealing his exquisite craftsmanship and his passion for his craft.

"Hello, welcome. What kind of lantern would you like?" The owner's voice was gentle and kind, breaking the quiet of the night. He Qingming and Ying Meng smiled at each other, their eyes gleaming with love for this traditional custom and deep affection for each other. They knew that choosing a lantern was more than just selecting a decorative item; it was also choosing a beautiful memory and a respect for traditional culture.

Under each lantern hangs a small piece of paper with a puzzle written on it. These puzzles vary widely, ranging from poetry and songs to historical allusions and common sense. Solving a puzzle not only grants the desired lantern but also brings a sense of accomplishment and the joy of wisdom. These puzzles not only test participants' intelligence but also allow them to gain a deeper understanding and experience of the charm of traditional Chinese culture.

At the vibrant Lantern Festival, He Qingming and Ying Ni strolled among the dazzling array of lanterns. A multitude of lanterns twinkled in the night sky, seemingly illuminating it. He Qingming held Ying Ni's waist and whispered gently in her ear, "Besides the glazed palace lanterns, which of these do you like?" Ying Ni's gaze drifted from lantern to lantern, each one captivating her. She knew each lantern held a story, and she longed to explore and discover those stories.

At that moment, the boss heard He Qingming's words and immediately pulled out a beautiful book from under the counter. He opened it and handed it to He Qingming. "Young man, this is your ticket to the Liuli Palace Lantern Festival. Choose one and follow the instructions on the back to go to the corresponding task point. Complete the task to earn points. Once you have collected 10 points, you can go on stage and choose a palace lantern." The boss' voice was filled with anticipation and encouragement. He hoped that everyone who came here would experience the fun of this event and win the prize they desired through their own efforts.

He Qingming took the notebook, randomly selected a page, and flipped it over to reveal a riddle on the back. Ying Ni leaned in curiously to take a look, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a sense of challenge. "Is the person who came up with the riddle quite capable?" she asked softly, a hint of playfulness and admiration in her tone. She knew this riddle wasn't just a game; it represented the creator's understanding of traditional culture and their expectations of the participants.

Ying Ni stared at He Qingming intently, filled with curiosity and a burning desire to solve the puzzle. Her eyes gleamed with respect for the master puzzle-setter, as if silently asking, "How's it going? Have you found a clue to solving this puzzle?" He Qingming responded with a look that was both amused and doting, as if silently answering her, "You're always so playful, always loving a challenge." He didn't directly answer her question, but instead turned to the boss, his tone tinged with playfulness and lightheartedness, "Boss, did you forget something?"

The shopkeeper burst into laughter at He Qingming's words. He had never met a customer as humorous and intelligent as He Qingming. He pulled out a meticulously drawn map of the Lantern Festival from under the counter and handed it to He Qingming. He Qingming took the map, his eyes shifting between the riddle on the back of the ticket and the map, as if searching for some mysterious connection.

He carefully studied every mission point on the map, not missing a single detail, then raised his head and his gaze fell on Ying Lai with a hint of challenge: "Which other lantern do you like? If not, then let's go." After hearing this, Ying Lai's eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation. She knew that this was not just a simple journey to find lanterns, but also a contest of wits, a contest that only the smartest people could win.

He Qingming and Ying Huan strolled side by side in this bustling food street, their silhouettes stretched out against the vibrant lights of the night, forming a stunning landscape. Along the street, a dazzling array of stalls exuded a variety of enticing aromas, beckoning passersby to stop and sample their wares. He Qingming's arms gently wrapped around Ying Huan's waist, as if his body were a warm barrier, holding her close and allowing her to feel a sense of peace and security even amidst the throng. This silent care brought a sweet ripple to Ying Huan's heart, a special warmth and happiness.