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What Song Xiang didn't know was that ever since the first three pieces of white linen paper with poems written on them were passed to the Flower Viewing Corridor, the young masters there have been looking for someone to read the poems one by one.

Rong Qiuli saw Song Xiang's poems and was impressed by her talent without knowing it. His previous views on her changed and he realized that the rumors were wrong.

After Luo Yijian read Song Xiang's poems, his heart felt hot. He had met Song Xiang repeatedly in the past few days. After thinking hard, he felt that it was destiny, and the more he looked at Song Xiang, the more he liked him.

Other young men from aristocratic families also craned their necks to look for the girl named Song Xiang among the crowd of Confucian scholars.

After a while, the headmaster of Taihua Academy began to announce the rankings: "The winner of this poetry competition is a girl named Song Xiang, the second is Du Lingmeng, and the third is Tan Yan."

After a pause, she continued: "In order to convince all the ladies that we have lost, how about we ask Song Xiang to compose another poem?"

"it is good!"

The whole garden was filled with people, and some girls were even hooting in low voices. They felt that Song Xiang was a blind cat who met a dead mouse, and he happened to write such a good poem, which was not worthy of his reputation. They were all waiting to see Song Xiang's jokes.

With a calm gait, Song Xiang walked up to the Mountain Chief of Taihua Academy, bowed to him, and said generously: "The elder ordered me, but I dare not say goodbye, so I wrote another long poem to repay the Mountain Chief for his appreciation."

Li Bai had a poem called "The Golden Gate Reply to Su Xiucai". Song Xiang changed the name, apologized in his heart, and read aloud: "The day you return to the stone gate, the red fire begins to change the wood. If the spring grass has feelings, there is still love in the mountains. Green. I am ashamed to recall the distant memory, but I am still on the eternal road. I have a far-sighted view of my old heart, and this is enough for my whole life."

Song Xiang did not finish reading most of the latter part. She was afraid that others would doubt how a Confucian scholar could produce such a brilliant work, so she restrained her thoughts of becoming famous through poetry societies.

After hearing this, everyone was stunned, and even the flower viewing gallery fell into deathly silence.

After a while, Tan Nuocai, the headmaster of Taihua Academy, said excitedly: "Okay, okay, great. If there is love in the spring grass, there is still green in the mountains. Miss Song Xiang is simply a rare talent seen in a century. I wonder if Miss Song Xiang will be willing to do it after passing the government examination." Come to our Taihua Academy to study?"

Song Xiang did not dare to refuse and said hurriedly: "Of course the student is willing!"

When other people saw this, their eyes showed deep envy.

Shen Lewei was also amazed by Song Xiang's literary talents. When she saw that she had composed two excellent poems in succession, she admired her greatly.

She approached Song Xiang and said with a smile: "I wonder if Miss Song can write down the poem just now for everyone to circulate."

Song Xiang nodded slightly, walked to the pavilion, and wrote the title of the poem "Taibai Shangxian". Although the title of the poem has nothing to do with the poem, it is better because it is related to the immortal, and no one has any objections.

After finishing the poem, Shen Lewei also quickly copied a copy. She left her own for everyone to circulate, and handed Song Xiang's to her maid, who passed it to the flower viewing corridor next door.

Shen Yubai was the first to get the white linen paper. When he saw the small regular script with a hairpin on it, the writing was delicate, smart, thin, clean and soft, and he couldn't help but admire it.

Reading along the verses on the paper, I unknowingly fell into the sentence that the spring grass is affectionate, and the mountains are still green. While reading it over and over, I also felt a little admiration for the person who wrote the poem.

He read it word for word and then handed the white linen paper to others.

By the time the poem manuscript reached Rong Qiuli, it had already taken a cup of tea.

Luo Yijian came over to read and became more and more attracted to Song Xiang: "This Miss Song Xiang is extremely talented. She must be on the national examination list. I wonder if she is married?"

Rong Qiuli said nothing, and felt a little complicated: Song Xiang was really hard to see through. Looking at the history of Xuanyang Mansion, there had never been anyone with such an unparalleled appearance and outstanding talent in the past few decades. The girl, is this really the girl who is not stingy as Dongqing said?

"I think Song Xiang's reputation as a scholar must be stable. I wonder how sure she is of being admitted to the imperial examination in the future?" Luo Yijian kept chattering, as if he was in love for the first time.

"It's too early to mention these things now, let's wait until later." Rong Qiuli's fingertips holding the poem manuscript turned slightly white, and his tone was indifferent, "Song Xiang's poem is certainly brilliant, but the man named Du Lingmeng's girl is not an ordinary person."

"Qiu Li, are you prejudiced against Song Xiang? Although Du Lingmeng's poems are good, they are too rigid." Luo Yijian curled his lips and changed his face quickly, "I still think Song Xiang's poems are good. !”

"If you choose to be your future wife, I think Du Lingmeng is more suitable for you!" Rong Qiuli's thin lips quivered, and she said with a hint of coldness, "When the government exam comes out, I will ask my aunt to examine Du Lingmeng for you."

"Qiu Li, don't do this. You clearly know that I like Song Xiang more, so how can you mess with the relationship?"

"Oh? Really?" Rong Qiuli replied with a cold face, "Song Xiang's background is too low and he comes from a small county in Fengbian, so he cannot be a candidate for his future wife."

Hearing Rong Qiuli commenting on Song Xiang like this, Luo Yijian suddenly became unhappy: "It doesn't matter if she is from a low background. If she is admitted to the Juren or Jinshi in the future, I will be the one who takes the top job. Qiu Li, we brothers grew up together. Dearest, please don't go to my mother-in-law's house and ruin my marriage."

"Qiu Li, just think of me as begging you."

Hearing this, Rong Qiuli turned his eyes to the peony garden, and in an instant, they fell on Song Xiang. His tone was extremely domineering: "She is not suitable for you!"

"On the contrary, it's Du Lingmeng who can suppress your irresponsible temper."

Luo Yijian glanced at Du Lingmeng, who was as graceful as a hibiscus, and shook his head without any trace.

"Qiu Li, Tan Yan, the daughter of the headmaster of Taihua Academy, is very good. She has a calm temperament, which suits you well." He smiled, his eyes slowly moved in the garden, and when he fell on Xu Niaoniao, he said with a trembling voice, "I hope my aunt will withstand the pressure and not ration you to Xu Niao Niao."

Hearing Xu Niaoniao's name, Rong Qiuli's expression suddenly showed a look of disgust: "Don't mention her!"

"Qiu Li, don't be angry, I just won't mention it."

Luo Yijian turned his attention to Song Xiang again. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that she was free and easy in behavior and that she was a good wife.

Although they are here to comment on various girls in the Peony Garden, they are not to the extent of liking them. At most, they are choosing and knowing, so as not to be blindly married by the mother in the future, and it will be too late to cry. .

By talking to each other, we can get a rough idea of ​​each girl's family background and temperament.

Song Xiang didn't know that she had become a hotly discussed figure in the flower viewing gallery and was still discussing the sneaky Chen Shiyuan with Zhou Yanzhen.

Seeing her hurriedly passing through the small door under the east wall, Zhou Yanzhen couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat: "Sister Song Xiang, why do you think she went next door?"