All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

"The rumors turned out to be true! The Shen family is really generous, even the "Dayun Temple Mountain Residence Picture" can be given away as a lottery!"

"It's a pity that my knowledge is limited, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do this painting."

A small number of the girls let out low sighs.

Shen Lewei turned a deaf ear and continued: "The girl in second place will get a book of rice paper, and the girl in third place will get three purple hair pens."

"Every girl present today will get a set of the four treasures of the study."

"For the sake of fairness, Le Wei will not participate in this competition. Next, Le Wei will not go into details. Please ask all the girls to compose impromptu poems..."

Rice paper is a tribute, which is hard to find with a thousand pieces of gold. Purple hair pen is a hair selected from thousands of hairs, and gold is extremely valuable.

"Why is there no gold or silver?" Zhou Yanzhen asked puzzledly.

Song Xiang smiled and whispered: "Sister Zhou, it's tacky for you to mention gold and silver. Although I like these vulgar things like you, the people here today are all Confucian scholars and scholars. For the sake of being elegant, who would use gold and silver as a gift?" ?”

"Sister Song Xiang is right, I was confused for a moment."

When all the girls heard about the top three prizes, they all stopped eating and started thinking hard to see if they could think of any outstanding poems.

Tan Yanmiao was good at eloquence and poetry. Although she wanted to take this opportunity to become famous in the city as a talented woman again, she did not want to be the first one to stand out.

Miss Xu searched the flower viewing corridor with her eyes, and finally her eyes fell on Rong Qiuli, who was wearing a curtain hat. She smiled proudly, walked to the Peony Pavilion, and took the lead in writing a poem.

"The peonies in the garden are sprouting new leaves, the girl in front of the pavilion is showing her beauty, the plow grass is green in front of the steps, and the purple flowers are better than the lotus in the pond."

Tan Ao, the headmaster of Taihua Academy, looked at it from one side and felt that the poem was a bit unsatisfactory. However, since she was the daughter of Tong Xuan, she reluctantly gave it a B.

Seeing this, other girls who were good at poetry followed Xu Niaoxiao and went to the hall to write poems.

While the mountain leader was admiring it, he wrote down the judgments of A, B, C and D on everyone's paper.

After a long while, Tan Yan went to the Peony Pavilion and wrote: "The painting horn in Xulou is played day and night, the pipa is played day and night in Xuancheng, when the mountain flowers should be covering the slopes, the weeds are scattered and the horses' hooves are covered."

After reading it, Taihua Mountain Chief Tan Ao gave it an A grade with a smile.

One after another, some girls went to the pavilion to compose poems. When Jiang Wanyin came, Jiang Wanyin insisted on pushing Song Xiang up.

"Good sister, you go ahead and write. I don't have the talent to write poetry."

Jiang Wanyin's mother-in-law was originally the head of a thousand households in the Qianhu Office. She was born in the military and married a husband who was also the son of a former commander of the Fengdu Guards.

Song Xiang reluctantly got up, went to the Peony Pavilion, thought for a moment, and wrote a poem called "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran: "I don't know the dawn when I sleep in spring, I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, I know how many flowers have fallen."

After finishing writing, Tan Nu, the headmaster of Taihua Academy, looked at it for a long time, then raised his eyebrows and said with a complicated expression: "This poem seems ordinary at first, but after reading it over and over, I feel that it is very wonderful! I would like to call it This poem is the best of all, so it’s not an exaggeration to give it a thumbs up!”

"Thank you, Chief Shan, for your judgment." Song Xiang said with a slight smile, "The article was written by nature, and it was accidentally obtained by a good hand. This article reflects the poetic sentiment and interest when writing it."

Tan Ao, the chief of Taihua Mountain, clapped her hands and praised: "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, such a piece of writing is made by nature, and it was accidentally obtained by a good hand. The girl took the name of Chunxiao as the poem, and with a few strokes, she wrote the spring full of spring, full of vitality, and endless aftertaste. !”

Shen Lewei and Tan Yan looked strange from a distance, and walked over together. Shen Lewei asked the mountain chief, Tan Ao: "Chief, has the first place been judged?"

"The evaluation has come out, and it is this girl named Song Xiang!" Tan Juan smiled and handed the white linen paper in her hand to Shen Lewei, "Take a look! She won the first place, and she deserves it!"

Shen Lewei read it carefully, circulated it to Tan Yan, and then said to Song Xiang, "I wonder if this girl would allow me to make a handwritten copy and send it to the flower viewing gallery next door for circulation."

"Yes! It's an honor!"

Song Xiang gave a brief salute, then turned and returned to his seat.

Jiang Wanyin and Zhou Yanzhen rushed to write a poem, regardless of whether it had rhyme or rhyme, or whether it had a poetic artistic conception. It was as if they were surviving a disaster.

"Sister Song Xiang, let's not come to such occasions in the future!" Zhou Yanzhen wiped her sweat and said with lingering fear, "Although there are many young men on the corridor opposite, when I think of writing poems, I can't even read The handsome man has no thoughts left.”

Jiang Wanyin smiled ambiguously and said: "Sister Zhou, if you want to see beautiful men, next time I will invite you to go to Chuntai Pavilion to see the top brands there!"

"Chuntai Pavilion? What a good name. When you hear it, it sounds like a lot of noble people!"

Zhou Yanzhen couldn't help but salivate: "I wonder who is the number one in Chuntai Pavilion? Is he handsome? How does he compare with Mr. Shen?"

"Are you talking about Shen Yubai?" Jiang Wanyin lowered his voice, almost whispering, "Young Master Shen is really not as good as the top star of Chuntai Pavilion!"

"The top name of Chuntai Pavilion is Young Master Sang Wan. He is famous for his cold and handsome appearance. His figure is as pure and white as the snow on the mountains. He has attracted countless girls to be fascinated by him."

Hearing this, Song Xiang also became interested: "Is this Young Master Sang Wan really that handsome?"

"Really!" Jiang Wanyin tsked softly, and said with infinite intoxication, "Now when I think of "Spring Pavilion Order" sung by Mr. Sang Wan, I vaguely feel the lingering sound lingering in my ears."

"It's a pity that he doesn't see guests!" Jiang Wanyin said with his face in his hands, "The old madam there treats him as if he is a golden man. Every time he goes on stage, he will separate a row of curtains so that the girls can be in the audience. Watch.”

Zhou Yanzhen was a little anxious: "Then if we go, it won't be a waste of money!"

Song Xiang pressed Zhou Yanzhen's shoulder and said, "Listen first to what Sister Wanyin has to say!"

The corner of Jiang Wanyin's lips curled up, with a hint of aftertaste: "In addition to Mr. Sang Wan, Mr. Jiuyin, whom he calls Liancheng's Color, is also good! The two of them together are like gods enjoying themselves together, making people move. Don’t open your eyes.”

"Next time, let's go with sister Wanyin!" Zhou Yanzhen offered Jiang Wanyin a glass of wine and drank it alone, making Song Xiang burst into laughter.

"By the way, sister Wan Yin, we passed by Liuxian Yuan yesterday and saw that the red waiters inside were very messy. I wonder if there are any famous Qing Guan among them?"

Jiang Wanyin frowned slightly after hearing this: "Yes, there is, but just like Sister Zhou said, it's too messy inside and we don't want to go in."

"What kind of chaos?" Zhou Yanzhen asked again and again, "Are the Qinghuan in there as handsome as Chuntai Pavilion?"

"Master Beichen, the leader of Liuxianyuan, is a hard-working man. I just don't know what's going on now?"

Seeing that Jiang Wanyin was not very interested in mentioning Liuxian Academy, Song Xiang changed the subject and said, "Look at why all the young masters in the corridor are leaning on the railings?"