Anyway, it was just for fun, so I picked up a pen and drew a few random strokes on the paper, then handed it in.

When the young master saw Li Mengyan act so hastily, he patted him on the shoulder and said with a bitter smile: "Miss Li's questions are always unexpected, brother, don't take it to heart. Hey, we are both from the end of the world...

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Li Mengyan smiled sarcastically. He was just answering the questions casually. He didn't really have any intention of meeting the oiran. He could play the piano and chess, but he couldn't.

He just looked at the young master beside him and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

For about half an hour, everyone who was willing to answer the questions submitted their answers. There were also some people who knew they had no hope, but still submitted the questions with a sense of luck.

Finally, the woman holding the lantern in the attic saw that no one answered the question, so she nodded to everyone and took back the lantern and white silk.

Everyone in the venue was waiting anxiously, but for most people, they just had the attitude of watching a show and were curious about the outcome. Just like the Li brothers, they just wanted to watch the excitement.

Li Mengxi took a cursory glance and found that, excluding those inside Wanxiang Tower, there were one hundred and eighty people answering questions outside, most of them scholars.

They wrote a lot of dense notes on paper, mostly about their insights on life and death from ancient times and the present.

He secretly speculated that if Li Yuhu read these answers one by one, it would probably take more than half an hour.

However, unexpectedly, after just a cup of tea, the woman holding the lamp upstairs appeared again.

With a hint of amusement in her eyes, she glanced at the waiting crowd downstairs and said calmly: "No one guessed my lady's thoughts in this lantern question."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was in an uproar.

Just when everyone was about to ask why, they heard the woman holding the lamp continue: "However, my lady said that on this beautiful occasion, she did not want to disturb your interest, so she will take some of your answers.

, I chose two gentlemen who are good at calligraphy to go upstairs and meet."

This statement made the whole house roar again, but judging from the reaction of the crowd, the atmosphere was much better than before.

Everyone was speculating below, who could be so lucky? Especially those who were good at calligraphy, their faces couldn't hide the joy, thinking that they had the opportunity to catch a glimpse of this beautiful woman.

However, it seems that the woman holding the lamp hasn't finished speaking yet.

When the noise downstairs subsided a little, she took out a piece of white paper and looked at it with a strange and hesitant look on her face.

After a while, he spread out the white paper and asked the crowd downstairs: "May I ask, which young master wrote this answer book?"

When everyone heard this question, they all turned their attention to the woman holding the lamp. When they saw clearly what was written on the white paper, the whole audience was silent for a moment, and then a burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the crowd.

"Haha, where is this master of painting? Why did he draw such a picture on paper without writing a single word?"

"Let me see, this is probably someone's baby who hasn't learned all the characters yet, so he secretly imitated the appearance of an adult and sneaked into Wanxiang Tower to join in the fun!"

"No, it's just, what is that thing in this painting? Is it a person?"

"Oh, now that you've said it, it does look like a person, but this person seems to be carrying a lantern!"

"Haha, I said, isn't this the same as Miss Ying'er? I see, this is clearly not for Li Xiao

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My sister’s answer is obviously that she fell in love with this girl Ying’er and painted her like her!”

"Look, you are talking nonsense! Look at the person in this painting. Her body is upright and she clearly looks like a man. How could she be Miss Ying'er? Look at our girl Ying'er's figure. How can she be her?"

"Hey, you've never seen what I'm saying, so how do you know what Miss Ying'er looks like?"

"Perhaps it's because his painting skills are not good enough that he can't draw the graceful figure of Miss Ying'er?"

"What this brother says makes sense, makes sense!"

Everyone downstairs was laughing and joking constantly, and the face of the woman who carried the lamp, known as Miss Ying'er, gradually became gloomy.

With a sullen face, she kept looking for the person who painted the painting in the crowd. She really didn't understand why her young lady asked her to find the owner of the painting.

In her opinion, this painting clearly had nothing to do with tonight's test question. It was just a picture of a person holding a broken lantern. It was just that she happened to be holding a lantern to answer the question just now.

Although the person in this painting has no resemblance to myself, who knows what the person who painted it meant.

If someone really took this opportunity to make fun of me and make myself look embarrassed in public, let's see how we deal with him when we find him!

Not only was the woman holding the lamp upstairs looking for him, but everyone downstairs was also looking around.

First of all, I was curious about who was playing such a prank. I didn't care about answering the questions properly, but actually drew such an irrelevant picture to make up for it.

The second time I came here, I was really curious as to why Li Huakui found this painting to find someone.

In their opinion, the person who painted the picture was probably here to cause trouble, because there was not even a signature on the paper.

Looking at the displeased look on Ying'er's face, she felt that the person who painted the painting was not doing well.

Looking at Ying'er like this, she might give some trouble to this person who specializes in teasing and causing trouble.

Could it be that this painting made Li Huakui angry? Now, there is really something good to watch!

Is there anyone in Hezhou City who is willing to tease Li Yuhu in public?

Could it be that a son of an aloof aristocratic family, who couldn't see the courtesan in the right way, came up with this crooked way to win the courtesan's attention?

For a moment, everyone's emotions became a little heated, and there was quite an aura of wanting to find this person out.

One of the people in the crowd looked at the strange painting, suddenly slapped his head, turned to Li Mengyan and said, "Brother, why do I feel that this painting is somewhat similar to the painting you just painted?"

This person's voice was already a bit loud, and there was some obvious surprise and excitement in his tone, so his voice became a little louder.

At this time, everyone was curious about the author of this painting. The place was already quiet. After hearing this, everyone's eyes converged in the same direction.

Li Mengxi was talking to Li Mengyan with his head down, but he really didn't pay attention to what was going on around him.

Hearing this, Li Mengyan shouted: "Haha! It's me! Brother, I was really right!" I originally thought that if there was no way to get close to the oiran, things would not be easy to handle, but now

It was a mistake.

Li Mengxi was really surprised when she saw it was her younger brother. She didn't expect that her younger brother, who couldn't read a lot of Chinese characters, would be quite useful in painting.

"Great!" Li Mengxi patted his brother's shoulder and expressed approval.

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Everyone was a little disdainful, this man looked really unworthy of elegance.

It's just that he's not a high-ranking person. He looks fierce and a bit like a bandit. No wonder he can only draw pictures.

"Sir, my lady is inviting you upstairs." The woman holding the lamp looked sideways at Li Mengxi and said with some dissatisfaction.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the venue was in an uproar again. What kind of thing is this?

After Li Mengyan went upstairs, Li Mengxi left quietly.

Two hours later, the woman holding the lamp opened the door and saw that there was no one in the house. She was so surprised that she shouted: "Come here, the lady is gone!"

But where else can I go to chase people at this time?

Wanxiang Tower lost its oiran, and suddenly its business plummeted and its doors became desolate.

Three days later, at night, Hezhou West Street.

After the soldiers on night patrol passed by, they saw two black figures sneaking out of an alley.

After looking around for a few times to make sure there was no one around, he immediately walked quietly to the door of a cloth store, opened a small bucket, and poured the liquid in the bucket along the crack of the door.

Then, the two dark figures took a few steps back. One of the dark figures took out a small handful of tied hay and then took out the fire stick.

Soon I saw a small flame burst out of the hay in my hand, and lit the hay. When the flames became stronger, I shook my hand violently and threw it out.

"Walk!"

One of them whispered something, and the two of them ran away without turning around.

"boom--"

The moment the two turned around and left, the cloth shop made a muffled sound, and instantly a fire shot into the sky.

That night, Ms. Xiao always felt restless, her eyelids kept twitching, and she had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.

Qian Yang slept at Xiao's side tonight.

In the middle of the night, Mrs. Xiao heard from the maid that her youngest son was crying again, and wanted to get up and go over to see what was going on.

Afraid of disturbing Qian Yang, he quietly stepped onto the bed. Before he had even put on his shoes and socks, he heard the footsteps of someone running towards him in a hurry.

The man stopped at the door, lowered his voice, but his tone was very anxious, and said: "Master, Madam, are you awake?"

Mrs. Xiao immediately grabbed her shoes and arrived at the door. Due to Mrs. Xiao's actions, Qian Yang also woke up, stood up slowly, and asked with a hint of sullenness: "What's the matter, so noisy in the middle of the night?"

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The servant was kneeling outside the door. His voice was trembling now, and he replied: "Sir, Madam, the cloth shop is on fire!"

Hearing this, Qian Yang lost all his sleepiness. He sat up straight and shouted bitterly at the servants outside: "What did you say? Say it again? Which cloth shop is on fire?"

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The servant knelt on the ground, his voice trembled, he was about to cry, his body was shaking like a sieve, and he said: "It's just... Master... all the cloth shops are on fire... When I came over,

The fire has connected into one, and the fire has already been out of control!"

"What on earth is going on?" Mrs. Xiao swayed after hearing this. Now, whether it was Qian Yang's scolding behind her or her youngest son's crying, they could no longer attract her attention at all.

A lot of things have happened recently. Yesterday, she went to the cloth store to count the cloths in person. There were still a lot of cloths there. How could she just burn them?

They spent a lot of money to hoard these pieces of cloth!
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