I'm reborn, so it's not too much to kill the one who traveled through the book, right?

When Chen Yuan first came to the capital, he was often looked down upon by the wives of officials in the capital. If it weren't for her family having some real power, she would have been marginalized to an unknown degree.

Later, Gu Zhaoming won the third place in the imperial examination and entered the Hanlin Academy. Soon after that, she opened a dim sum shop. The business was booming and the demand exceeded the supply. These talents began to associate with her.

Some people would secretly praise her for the snacks in the shop.

It had been a long time since she had been ridiculed so unscrupulously.

But she couldn't do anything in public.

Those who ridiculed her were mostly family members of fifth-rank officials, but Gu Zhaoming was only a sixth-rank official and she couldn't afford to offend anyone.

Chen Yuan's face was pale, as if he had been bullied. He smiled and explained, "She has come to the capital, and maybe she has invited a famous doctor to cure her illness. Next time I see Sister Shen, I will definitely congratulate her."

What she said was barely plausible.

After hearing this, everyone didn't know what to say and changed the subject in a few words.

Here, Shen Rong was relieved as she watched Changsheng standing under the corridor, pointing at the multi-colored rose and talking to everyone.

Changsheng’s appearance should be able to quickly dispel those rumors!

Shen Rong's guess was correct. Not only were Zhenqi and Changsheng in the attic where Chen Yuan was, not fools, but even the young men near the octagonal pavilion diagonally opposite were secretly thinking: It is said that the heir to the Pingyang Marquis's Mansion is a fool. It seems that the rumors are not credible!

Shen Rong was outside the corridor, not far from Changsheng, and there were many people standing nearby watching the fun.

Most of these people were servants who went out with their masters. The servants who could go out with their masters were all well-known figures in the mansion.

They had also heard some rumors about the Pingyang Marquis's Mansion. When Changsheng said that he was the son of Pingyang Marquis, many people mentioned the rumors they had heard before.

Now that he realized he had been cheated, he couldn't help but scold the person who talked nonsense.

They were not speaking up for Changsheng, they just felt cheated and were unhappy.

Shen Rong listened to the discussions of the people around her, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise slightly.

Here, after the flower protectors introduced the thirty flowers one by one, the second round began.

The second round is called Flowers as Matchmakers.

This round requires an unmarried pair of men and women to vote together, and they both cast a red lot.

The meaning is self-evident.

As soon as the second round of voting began, the boys and girls in the field became agitated.

Those shy and affectionate eyes flew around, each looking for the person they liked.

The gentlemen were more proactive than the girls. They gracefully took the red sticks and took the initiative to find the girl of their choice.

If the girl has a crush on the boy, they can discuss together which flower to cast their lot for.

At this time, the man with high emotional intelligence will naturally listen to the girl's advice, and the final result will naturally be a happy ending for everyone.

There are also those stubborn and stubborn people who finally invite the girl they like to cast lots together, but they disagree on which flower to vote for.

At this time, if the girl is sensitive about her reputation, she will listen to the other party's opinion and give the flower he likes to him, but it is hard to say whether the two will have any follow-up.

If you meet a girl who is also serious and stubborn, the lottery will naturally come to nothing and end up in a bad mood.

The most harmonious and natural relationships are those between engaged couples, who know each other well and can discuss things together.

In short, don’t underestimate this small stick, it can tell a lot about the other person’s character and personality.

Shen Rong looked at pairs of boys and girls with blushing faces standing under the row of corridors, walking past pots of flowers, and then stopping in front of their favorite flowers. But she saw the girl shyly putting the red sticks into the small basket.

In less than an hour, this round of voting was over.

Out of thirty flowers, only about ten were voted red.

The multi-colored rose brought by Shen Rong and Changsheng got six lots.

The one with eighteen scholars got eight lots, and the young man standing aside couldn't stop laughing.

Because he had the most signatures among all the flowers present, no wonder people were smiling from ear to ear.

The voting conditions are harsh, there are a limited number of unmarried men and women, and it is not easy to find a couple.

For eight out of eighteen scholars to get eight lots is already a very good result.

From now on, the reputation of the Liu family's flowers and trees became known to everyone in the capital.

Changsheng's Multi-Colored Rose got five lots and ranked second.

The rest are one or two signatures.

Eighteen flowers were wiped out at once, leaving only the last twelve, entering the final round.

The young steward came to the corridor and announced the last step to the young men and women present.

"This round, please compose a poem for the flower you like.

As usual, the flower that received the most poems is naturally the laurel wreath.

Everyone present, regardless of gender, age or status, can write a poem for the flower they like.

As long as you have ink in your stomach, you can write a poem for all twelve flowers, or you can write many poems for one flower.

Dear gentlemen and ladies, please show your talents to your heart's content!"

The last round is the most exciting moment.

In previous years, some people would frantically write poems within two hours in order to ensure that their favorite flower would win first place.

The final result is that the flower became famous and the person became famous, creating a win-win situation.

However, Shen Rong was a little worried.

There are only a few famous flowers. If someone wants to take advantage of this opportunity to become famous, they will write a lot of poems about those famous flowers in advance. In this way, their multi-colored roses will suffer some losses.

After all, who could have thought that the ordinary rose on the roadside would have the last round?

Soon, the servants in the pavilions had set up the tables and chairs and put on paper and ink.

The young men and women looked at the white paper in front of them and began to ponder.

Shen Rong thought that writing a poem was not that fast, so she looked up at the sky and saw that it was already noon.

"Pingping, An'an, are you hungry?"

"Hungry!" The two children nodded.

"Then let's go out and eat something, and then come back to watch the fun later."

Pingping glanced at the multi-colored rose in the corridor and felt reluctant to leave, fearing that she would miss the last bit of excitement.

"Don't worry, it will take them a while to write poems. We can still make it in time after we eat. But your father has carried you all the way, and he must be hungry now. Let's go buy some cakes for your father." Shen Rong explained.

The two siblings then let their mother lead them away.

A flower banquet was held at the Qunfang Pavilion, and many small stalls were set up outside, selling food, drinks, toys, rouge, powder, and women's jewelry.

It is still a bit cool in early spring.

Shen Rong took her two children to eat wontons.

The mother and her two children ate two bowls of wontons in total.

The two siblings ate one bowl, and Shen Rong ate one bowl alone.

After eating, Shen Rong brought two cakes to Changsheng.

As the mother and her two children entered the inner hall, the poems on the corridor began to be posted outside.

Shen Rong hurriedly called Changsheng over, stuffed the biscuit into his hand, and then tiptoed to look across.

Sure enough, Shen Rong's worries were not unfounded. The first poem posted was a praise of peony.

The peony is the best among all flowers, let alone the king among them.

Four colors change into a hundred colors, a hundred colors and a hundred fragrances.

The next thing posted was a poem about camellia.