Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf: 27|【27】One more
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Tai Xue did not finally close classes until the Chinese New Year.
Lin Feilu feels that this is a bit like a winter vacation. What's more interesting is that before the vacation, there is actually a test similar to the final exam.
This is called a year-end inspection. Every year, Taifu's questions are different. This year's exam question is called "Referring to Things to Make Poems". The students will give each other questions in pairs. There is one poem on the theme, nine poems in total.
Finally, the Taixue Taifu appraised the best and presented it to Emperor Lin for a review. The top three were awarded as awards.
Lin Feilu thinks this is much harder than the one who had to take seven or eight courses back then.
Is the poetry thing that can be made by saying it?
Obviously, Lin Jingyuan thought the same. His little head was full of big question marks: "Why didn't you take the endorsement exam this year? No more debates? No calligraphy exams? I memorized the book and prepared for the debate. I also practiced Chinese characters, and finally got the poem test?"
He plans to perform well this year to make everyone admire him!
Too bully.
He wanted to pretend to be sick and skip class. On the day of the exam, he was still reluctant to go to school under the supervision of Lin Feilu.
This time everyone did not enter the Taixue Hall. The Taifu set up the examination room in another courtyard. Although it was cold in winter and the snow scene was very good, he was writing poetry, so it was naturally elegant.
There is no need to enter the hall, and it's okay for Lin Feilu to follow. This was the first time she had completely seen the children of the royal nobles studying in Taixue, there were dozens of them. In order to prevent the students from cheating, the companions are not allowed to bring them.
Lin Feilu was actually a little curious about the ancient final exams, so he wanted to follow him to see what was happening. When he went in, he was stopped by the old lady Fu.
Fortunately, Lin Qing and Lin Ting were all around, and the prince was interceding with the eldest prince. The Taifu knew that it was the fifth princess, so he didn't stop him, but told her to stand quietly and don't disturb.
Lin Feilu obediently responded. After entering, there were more than a dozen desks displayed in the open space. The desks were all available with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The Taifu asked the students to sit down in two or two teams by themselves.
Lin Qing glanced at Lin Ting and smiled: "Brother Emperor, are you and me together?"
Lin Ting was silent for two seconds, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally nodded.
Lin Feilu looked at Lin Jingyuan from a distance, not knowing what he was talking to Xi Xingjiang, and the last two unlearned dudes sat together with wide-eyed eyes.
When she looked around, she felt that the number of people was a bit wrong, and she clicked it roughly, as if it was an odd number. After their respective teams were seated, everyone saw that they were alone.
Song Jinglan sat alone at the desk at the far end, no one was with him.
The Taifu then remembered that the third princess Lin Xi on the roster had already left the palace.
The others glanced twice, then withdrew their gazes at will, seeming to have been accustomed to such situations. In the Hall of Taixue, the proton of the Song Kingdom also sat alone, and Lin Xi, who used to haunt him, didn't want to be next to him in class, and felt insulting.
Everyone talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was friendly, but his side was quiet and silent.
But there is still a smile on his face, his eyes drooping, and he is grinding his white sleeves in a hurry.
It's like a little poor who was isolated by classmates in gangs in school.
It is tolerable, Yan Gou can't bear it.
Lin Feilu, who was standing under the tree with a small hand stove, ran over with small steps, ran to the Taifu, and raised his hand obediently: "Teacher, there is one less person here." /
The Taifu Zhengchou, originally planned to ask a subordinate to make up, seeing her coming, his eyes lit up, and he said with joy: "Okay, well, the fifth princess will make up here."
Lin Feilu tilted his head: "But I can't write poetry."
Tao Fu said: "It's okay, you can refer to him."
Lin Jingyuan immediately quit: "Tao Fu, I will change Song Jinglan!"
Xi Xingjiang: "?" He also raised his hand: "I also want to change with Song Jinglan!"
The Taifu had a headache when the students looked at these questions, "Don’t mess around, your four highnesses and Xi Shizi will sit down soon, and the exam will begin soon."
The other people who hadn’t seen the five princesses looked at them curiously and then looked back. Lin Feiluti slipped off his cloak, hugged the corners of his clothes, and happily sat down opposite Song Jinglan. .
He didn't know when his grinding hands stopped. He was sitting elegantly and upright, looking down at her.
Lin Feilu is not accustomed to sitting on her knees. After moving for a while, she found a comfortable posture, raised her head to meet his gaze, bent her eyes and smiled: "Your Majesty, you look good in white clothes!"
Song Jinglan also smiled.
The official at the door rang his gong to signal the start of the exam.
The courtyard that was noisy just now quieted down, only occasionally talking in a few quiet words.
Song Jinglan spread the rice paper in front of him, pressed it with an inkstone, and wrote: "Five princesses, please."
Lin Feilu finds it weird and interesting, with bright eyes, turning his head to look around, and finally pointing to a withered bauhinia vine behind Song Jinglan, "just it."
Song Jinglan looked back twice, thought about it, and wrote a poem.
Lin Feilu leaned slightly, dragging his chin with a small hand, watching him stroke by stroke, the handwriting was like flowing water, and he was beautiful in one go.
It's different from the last time I threw a stone in.
Can't help thinking, was it left handwritten that time?
He finished a poem very quickly, took the paper to dry and set it aside, and said, "Go on."
Lin Feilu pointed to the dry well not far away: "That."
Song Jinglan thought for a while, and within a moment, it was another song.
His movements are so fast as to write poems as simple as eating white rice. Lin Feilu looked around while he was writing, Lin Jingyuan and Xi Xingjiang were still staring at each other, not writing a word yet.
After another song, Lin Feilu couldn't help but ask: "His Royal Highness, is it so easy for you to write a poem?"
Song Jinglan raised her eyebrows slightly, and her beautiful dark eyes smiled slightly: "Just write it casually."
He said to write casually, as if he really just wrote casually. Lin Feilu stretched out his hand and took one of them and looked at it. The handwriting is beautiful, but the verses are indeed a little ordinary based on her literary accomplishment.
Is it because I have memorized too much Li Bai Du Fu, so I think he writes mediocre?
But like "Wan Ziyan red flowers bloom all over", I will too!
He even made eight poems, all of which are very simple and interlinked verses. With his writing method, Lin Feilu felt that he could also perform 300 poems in one live.
Song Jinglan spread out the rice paper, pressed it with the inkstone, and looked at her with a gentle smile: "The last thing."
Lin Feilu pointed his finger at himself.
Song Jinglan was taken aback.
I heard her say in a petty voice: "Me."
The hand of his pen paused in the air, and a drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen. But he reacted quickly, shook his head and smiled, removed the ink-stained rice paper and replaced it with a new one. After laying it out, Wen Sheng said to her, "Okay."
This song doesn’t take much longer than before.
Lin Feilu thinks he wrote a few sentences like "Little girl, white and white, jumping and jumping so cute".
After writing, she poked her head to see, but Song Jinglan had already picked up the rice paper, put this one at the bottom, and then handed the nine test papers to the master.
Students continue to submit papers one after another.
Lin Jingyuan and Xi Xingjiang were still pinching each other until the end, accusing each other of embarrassing themselves. Xi Xingjiang seemed to feel demeaned in arguing with this little boy who was a few years old, so he ignored him with a throw of his brush, and shouted at Lin Feilu who was not far away: "Little Douding, do you want to ride a horse on the hunting ground?"
Lin Jingyuan became even more angry: "In such a cold day, do you want to freeze my fifth sister to death?!"
Xi Xingjiang glanced at him twice, and slowly mocked: "Lin Jingyuan can't help but cannot write poems for the fourth prince."
Lin Jingyuan was so angry that he yelled and rushed forward to fight him, but Lin Qing sternly stopped by the side.
It was very noisy for a while.
Lin Feilu stood up and rubbed his kneeling calf, still thinking about the last poem, and asked Song Jinglan: "His Royal Highness, what did you write in the end?"
Song Jinglan sorted out the pen and paper, still smiling gently, "I'm just a little bit shallow, so I just do it casually, the princess doesn't care."
Lin Feilu pursed his lips: "The first time someone wrote me a poem, it is of great significance. Haven't your Highness heard a song?"
Song Jinglan looked at her in time: "Huh?"
Lin Feilu cleared her throat and sang with her milky voice: "Write poems for you, stand still for you, do the impossible for you. Learn to play the piano and write lyrics for you and I, lose your mind for you ."
Song Jinglan: "..."
Lin Feilu: "..."
Embarrassed.
It's time for her to change her habit of molesting her beautiful little brother.
Song Jinglan froze for a while, then shook his head and laughed.
He was always smiling, and Lin Feilu had seen him smiling a long time ago, but at the moment when he laughed like this, she felt that the smile was different.
It seems that the eyes are warm.
After the school holidays, Lin Feilu doesn't have to wake up early to supervise Lin Jingyuan's school, and feel the seal of the bed to his heart's content.
The snow that had stopped for a few days came down again, but it was not as big as before, just enough to appreciate the snow. The snow disaster that Lin Di was worried about did not happen, and he was in a good mood. He even went to the harem more times.
Recently, the palace has been busy preparing for the royal reunion banquet of the New Year. The previous year-round banquet was a banquet between the harem concubines, and the reunion banquet on the night of the New Year's Eve was a grand banquet for all the royal relatives and relatives.
I heard from Xiao Lan that there will be ninety-nine dishes at the reunion banquet, which means that Jiujiu Guiyi, also known as Guiyi Banquet, is the tradition of Dalin, and it really makes Lin Feilu greedy.
Unfortunately, in her capacity, she can't go.
In a few days, the exam results for the year of Taixue came out.
The masters selected ten poems from hundreds of poems and presented them to Emperor Lin, who finally decided the top three.
All are anonymous, and I don’t know who wrote it.
But in previous years, Lin Ting and Lin Qing have basically taken the top three.
After reading it, Emperor Lin didn’t hesitate to pick one of the ten poems about a girl, and said to the Taifu: "This is extraordinary, it should be the first. Which of my princes did it?"
The Tai Fu looked through the roster and was a little surprised: "Return to your Majesty, this poem was written by Song Jinglan, the prince of Song Dynasty."
For a moment, Emperor Lin picked it up and read it again, "Prince Song? I remember that he was mediocre and never had a good work in previous years." He looked a little deeper, "Bring him the other eight songs to show me. "
The Tai Fu presented the other eight poems and replied: "It is strange to say that the nine poems written by the prince of Song Dynasty, the other eight are mediocre and fall into the stereotype, only the one about the girl is outstanding. Nothing is false."
Lin Di looked at them one by one, his expression finally eased, and he whispered: "It looks like a coincidence." He pondered, "If that's the case, let this one be ranked third. The reward is still To reward, don't lose the Dalin temperament."
Tao Fu Gongsheng took the lead: "Yes."