A large group of relatives of the old Song Dynasty royal family originally came to the city to watch the lanterns, but they themselves became the target of onlookers.

Most people feel uncomfortable, and some people take advantage of the opportunity to make money.

Zhao Kai was completely prepared. There was no special admonishment for going to the city this time. He thought it was a very good opportunity to make extra money.

The guy looked around and suddenly came to a lantern riddle guessing stall: "Do you have any good paper?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment and subconsciously replied: "Yes."

Zhao Kai spread the paper on the table and wrote a new poem to celebrate the Lantern Festival. The content was actually a praising the Ming Dynasty. Although the writing was quite satisfactory, the improvisation was already commendable.

"I am Zhao Kai, the king of Yun in the old Song Dynasty. This work is a poem praising the emperor of the new dynasty. It also has my own calligraphy and signature." Zhao Kai raised his work and waved it. "If you want to buy it, hurry up. The highest bidder will get it. I really praise the new dynasty."

These words will not disobey the current Holy One!"

The onlookers were dumbfounded, and the stall owner seemed to be petrified.

Zhao Gou covered his face and backed away. He felt so embarrassed. His brother had no bottom line.

"I'll give you five strings!" There are actually people willing to buy it.

"I'll give you ten coins!" The price doubled instantly.

"Twelve strings!"

"Twenty strings..."
Chapter completed!