The huge lantern tree was filled with lanterns.
After each puzzle was solved, a huge banner would be hung on the lantern tree.
So that the people on the ground could see it clearly.
The fourth level's puzzle was very difficult.
But to Li Yi, it was very simple.
"Jie Luo's third autumn leaf can bloom February flowers.
After crossing the river, there are thousands of feet of waves, and thousands of bamboo poles are inclined.”
On the ground, the young masters and ladies of Chang 'an began to frown and daydream.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"The poem has already been given, but there's no request.”
"Riddles?"
"It's difficult! It's indeed difficult!"
The maid standing at the fourth floor smiled and asked Li Yi,""Young Master, please guess."
Li Yi nodded and casually said,"Wind."”
The maid was stunned and quickly looked at the answer sheet. Her face flickered with extreme shock.
"Young Master is a great talent, please!"
Li Yi nodded and said lightly,"Thank you."”
Then, he said to Li Xinlan, who had yet to react,""Let's go up. Aren't we going to the top?”
"You…you answered it?"
"What else? I told you, it's quite simple."
The maid behind him was speechless…
Simple…simple?
In the 10th year of Zhenguan's founding, only a few people could ascend to the fourth floor during the Shangyuan Festival every year.
This simple?
On the ground, while the scholars were still deep in thought, someone reacted."He…he went up?"
"Quick, look, the answer is here."
"It's 'Wind'!"
"Jie Luo's third autumn leaf can bloom February flowers.
After crossing the river, there are thousands of feet of waves, and thousands of bamboo poles are inclined.”
"Wonderful, four words, each of which is driven by the 'wind'.”
" So this is a poem riddle?!"
"Amazing! This person is really amazing!"
Who would have thought, who would have thought, to use poetry as a riddle?
The people on the ground had already begun to discuss fervently.
However, inside the huge lamp tree, Li Yi was still answering the questions casually.
"The moon is full, the jade world is dustless and green."
Li Yi smiled." A tune from the purple flute, a silver lamp with flames for ten thousand miles in spring."”
"Young Master, please go upstairs!"
"Young Master is a genius!"
"Young Master, please go!"
Inside the lamp tree, the maid was already extremely shocked.
Everyone on the ground was stunned.
"The ninth level! It was a miracle! Since the founding of the Great Tang, no one had been able to reach the ninth floor!”
"Who is this person?"
"Don't be noisy. The puzzle of the tenth floor has been solved.”
"Compose a poem that will be passed down through the ages."
This was a very subjective question.
Anyone could compose poems, but who would dare to boast that they would be passed down through the ages?
Li Xinlan came to Li Yi's side with some resentment.
"What exactly are you doing?"
"Me? I'm a farmer. Don't you know me?" Li Yi laughed.”
Farming…Farming?
The female servant of Taichang Temple on the tenth floor looked a little embarrassed.
The riddles here were all thought out by the current prime ministers!
It had been ten years.
Many top scorers, who boasted of their talent, fought to climb the lantern tree.
But what was the result?
The highest level was the fifth level.
Are farmers so fierce nowadays?
The maid sorted out her messy thoughts and said to Li Yi,""Young Master, this question is both easy and difficult.”
"A poem that has been passed down through the ages?" Li Yi nodded.”
"It has to be related to the Upper Yuan Festival.”
"Oh, how many songs do you want?" Li Yi asked.
How…how many songs?
Your poem is about quantity? It had to be passed down through the ages!
……
Taiji Palace, Thousand Steps Corridor.
The monarch and his subjects were happy and celebrated Shangyuan together.
The minister of Taichang Temple came to the Thousand Steps Corridor in a hurry.
"Your…Your Majesty, someone has reached the ninth level on the other side of the lamp tree!”
The lively banquet gradually quieted down.
Fang Xuanling couldn't sit still anymore and said,""Who is it? Last year's top scorer, Zhang Qianfan? Chang 'an's Guo Chang?"
"None…none of them. I heard…I heard that he's a farmer.”
"Farming…Farming?" Fang Xuanling was dumbstruck.
Wei Zheng couldn't sit still anymore. Did you answer it?"
The tenth floor was personally designed by Wei Zheng.
Actually, it was just a gimmick.
Because no one would climb up.
There was always someone better than him.
Who dared to say that their poems would be passed down through the ages?
"The poem is done. I'm just waiting for you to appreciate it.”
Wei Zheng couldn't help but say,"Tell me quickly."”
The minister of Taichang Temple let out a long breath, his eyes burning.
"Last year during Yuan night, the flower market was brightly lit.”
"The moon rises above the willow branches, and the people make an appointment after dusk.”
"During Source Night this year, the moon and the lamp were still the same.”
"I haven't seen the person from last year, and my tears have wet my sleeves.”
The poem was recited by the Taichang Temple official, and the thousand-step corridor was dead silent.
Almost everyone's mouth was slightly agape.
"That person…that person said that there was another poem for insurance.”
The faces of the stunned officials and ministers began to twitch imperceptibly.
There was…there was another song?
"Quick…tell me," Wei Zheng said mechanically.”
"This…This is not a poem, it's a long and short sentence," the minister of Taichang Temple said.”
Wei Zheng heaved a sigh of relief." Long and short sentences? That's nothing. Just say it."”
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