The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"It's the summer solstice these days, and Yangzhou city is extremely bustling. Let's go in quickly." Jialang couldn't hide his joy and ran ahead by himself.

Yan Chengan and Yan Liujing followed closely behind, while Meng Xuanhe and Ying Wugui were strolling leisurely at the end.

"Is this the Yangzhou industry developed by Madam Wei?" Ying Wugui walked casually and chatted with Meng Xuanhe.

"What's wrong with Yangzhou? At least in my opinion, it's better than Bianjing City." Meng Xuanhe was used to his lack of interest and didn't blame him for spoiling his fun.

The city of Bianjing is full of dangers, and one has to do things against one's will.

But Yangzhou was much better, she could be Meng Xuanhe instead of the eldest princess.

Ying Wugui smiled. He always wore a fake smile to show others, but at this moment the smile on his face showed some sincerity.

People in Yangzhou love celebrating festivals very much. During the Summer Solstice, lanterns are lit and beautiful things are served.

The gentle and bright crescent moon watches the romantic lives of couples in love, and the bright moonlight shines on the red brick and black tile roofs.

It is sprinkled on the high-flying shop signs, on the endless stream of cars and pedestrians, and on the poems and paintings of men and women.

A picture of prosperity unfolds in Yangzhou City, and the harmonious music of drums and harps composes a long song of prosperity.

The ten-mile long corridor is brightly lit and bustling with people. Under the wooden railings is a red brocade carpet, and the quaint corridor is hung with exquisite and brightly lit lanterns.

It first shines in the empty valley, as bright as a morning torch.

There are teahouses, pubs, pawnshops, casinos and workshops on both sides of the long street.

The talented men and beautiful ladies in the city were all enjoying the moonlight, guessing lantern riddles, and sending lotus lanterns on the streets of Yangzhou. This gentle and hazy city was filled with endless love.

Yan Chengan ran to Meng Xuanhe from the front, took her hand and squeezed into the crowd.

The boy's joyful and clear eyes deeply touched Meng Xuanhe, and he ran with him unconsciously.

With the departure of Yan Chengan and Meng Xuanhe, the six people gradually dispersed and each looked at the scenery.

"There are so many people here, why are you squeezing in here?"

When Meng Xuanhe saw the large crowd of people in front of him, he immediately wanted to leave, but was stopped by Yan Chengan.

"Just because there are a lot of people means there's something exciting to watch." Yan Cheng'an smiled unruly, and rushed through the crowd with Meng Xuanhe, squeezing directly to the front.

"Now this topic is not about love, nor about romance, but only about the summer solstice."

It turns out that this is a place where literati and poets left their poems. Poets both heroic and graceful have been here. Everyone voted for the best poem of the night and wrote it on rice paper alongside the previously selected poems.

However, no one knew how to start writing about tonight’s topic.

The beautiful scenery and bright moon, as well as the long-lasting love described in Tang and Song poems are all out of the question, let alone what to write about the summer solstice. Everyone was at a loss as to what to write about.

"How about it? Do you want to try it?" Yan Cheng'an saw Meng Xuanhe looking thoughtful and poked her.

Meng Xuanhe immediately gave him a puzzled look: "Do you think I can write poetry? Or do you have some misunderstanding about me?"

Her clear and serious eyes left Yan Cheng'an speechless. Why could Meng Xuanhe admit so naturally that he was a fool?

He looked at him with such eyes, making him feel like Yan Chengan was the fool.

The person who set the question looked at everyone around him who was lost in thought, and waved the folding fan in his hand calmly, waiting for a peerless piece of writing.

Seeing that the atmosphere was silent for a long time, Yan Chengan shrugged and said, "It's all because the teacher made the questions too difficult. No one has come up yet."

Although the gentleman who asked the question was old, his hearing was not bad and he heard all of Yan Chengan's "bad words".

"It seems that this young man has already thought it through. Why don't you come up and show us a few things?" The gentleman who set the question looked at Yan Cheng'an with a smile, and his eyes were as kind as could be.

Yan Cheng'an widened his eyes and pointed at himself gently. The teacher who set the question nodded affirmatively. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Cheng'an.

Meng Xuanhe smiled secretly and took a step back, leaving Yan Chengan standing alone in the front row. In an instant, countless eyes were focused on Yan Chengan.

Yan Cheng'an couldn't just run away in such a situation, so he looked at Meng Xuanhe with hope.

The girl turned her head away and whistled as if she didn't see him at all.

But don't look at her with such tragic eyes. How could a modern person like her play with the poems and songs of the ancients?

Seeing that his request for help was fruitless, Yan Chengan could only bite the bullet and go on stage. He thought for a moment and said with some shame.

"After the summer solstice, on the 19th day of the 29th month, people keep their fans in their hands; on the 39th day of the 27th month, people drink tea that tastes like honey; on the 49th day of the 36th month, people rush to sleep on the roadside; on the 59th day of the 45th month, people see branches and leaves dancing on the treetops; on the 69th day of the 54th month, people enjoy the cool air but do not go to temples; on the 79th day of the 63rd month, people look for sheets before going to sleep; on the 89th day of the 72nd month, people add quilts to their sheets; on the 99th day of the 81st month, every family makes charcoal briquettes."

Meng Xuan and Leng Leng almost laughed like crazy after listening to the poem written by Yan Cheng'an.

As expected, everyone covered their faces and chuckled. Meng Xuanhe felt that they had all been very restrained.

Seeing Yan Chengan's face flushed, Meng Xuanhe comforted him in time: "Doggerel is still poetry, not to mention that it is very true."

After hearing Meng Xuanhe's comfort, Yan Cheng'an felt less ashamed.

The teacher who set the question beside him clapped his hands and applauded. Everyone looked at the teacher who set the question in confusion. He stroked his beard and seemed to be extremely satisfied with the poem written by Yan Chengan.

"Don't underestimate this poem. By using a rhyme to advance time, we can see that the summer solstice marks the arrival of hot summer, and daily life changes accordingly. It does not talk about love or romance, but only uses the ordinary way of life of the people as a perspective to vividly carve people's lives after the summer solstice on paper."

The gentleman who set the question gave such a high evaluation to this doggerel that everyone looked as if they had suddenly realized something.

When Yan Cheng'an heard the praise from the teacher who set the question, he walked off the stage with his head held high, but he felt guilty in his heart because he was just making up the word count.

"Well, little one, I think I have some knowledge."

Yan Cheng'an was so proud that his tail seemed to be raised to the sky.

"You are indeed a talented man." Meng Xuanhe nodded seriously and applauded him as he spoke.

Unable to bear Meng Xuan's hypocritical look, Yan Cheng'an flicked her head.

Meng Xuanhe immediately covered his head with a grin, and then cast an angry look at him.

After this incident, Yan Chengan never stirred up trouble again, for fear that he would be the one to suffer the consequences.

There were many vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the long street. Meng Xuan and Su Lian loved colors, so they couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It was not known whether it was because she was a princess and had become picky about the rare jewels given to her by Meng Ziyan, or because the jewels in Yangzhou were not to her taste, but Meng Xuanhe could not even find a hairpin that she liked.

"Don't be angry. After we return to Bian Jing, I will go to Lingyu Hall myself to pick out a few that you like." Yan Cheng'an had the purses in his sleeves ready, but Meng Xuanhe didn't pick any of them.

He silently put the purse back from his sleeve, then raised his hand and rubbed Meng Xuanhe's head.

Just as Meng Xuanhe was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a misty blue hairpin out of the corner of his eye.

It is as misty as autumn water, as quiet and beautiful as blue waves. The moonlight gives it a subtle and clear feeling, revealing an otherworldly fairy spirit.

Yan Cheng'an followed Meng Xuanhe's gaze and also saw the misty blue hairpin.

"You guys are here, hurry up, the lotus lanterns are about to be released."

Yan Liujing's voice sounded behind them at an inopportune time. The two turned around and saw Jiarun Jialang and Yan Liujing standing at the other end of the long street, waving at them excitedly.

Lotus lanterns are released at the hour of Xu during the Summer Solstice, so you need to prepare your wish letters early.

Meng Xuanhe didn't want to disturb everyone's interest, so he put the matter of the hairpin aside for the time being and ran towards the crowd with a smile.