"It's the young lady of Mufu and the niece of Concubine Cheng, they were originally in the same room with Luo Xiran and Zhuang Xianya. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"As soon as you say that, I think it's really possible, the other two women in the east wing of Qinfang Courtyard look too ordinary, they shouldn't be such noble people."

"But the people in our yard are so cheerful and easy-going, and they don't look like it."

The girls were talking about it, Ling Qingcheng glanced at Mu Huanxi, she still looked like she was in a mood, could it be that she didn't want to be the imperial concubine? But when the three armies were training, she was obviously a very positive girl.

It seems that she is still asking when she has a chance, she is still more optimistic about Mu Huanxi.

If memory serves, the Jing family also sent a woman.

Although Jing Muran was implicated in some things, now that he has received an errand, he is actually helping Ling Yao do some other things.

Jing Muran's own sister was sent over this time, she is the youngest in the family, and now she is only fifteen years old, called Jing Ying'er.

She saw Ying'er when she was a child, and she liked to follow Jing Muran, but she was always sent home by Jing Muran and was not allowed to enter the palace to play.

Ling Qingcheng remembered that she liked Ying'er very much, at the age of five or six, she was blushing and fluttering, she was very well-behaved, she always liked to pinch her face, she was not angry, but smiled at her, and called Her Royal Highness the princess sweetly.

Ling Yao's most trusted are Jing Muran and Luo Yiyang, Jing Ying'er has a great possibility of becoming the imperial concubine this time, even if she performs extremely poorly, she will enter the palace and give a title.

So she still wants to see what Jing Ying'er is like when she grows up.

When she came back to her senses, she heard that the girls had gone from changing rooms to chanting poems and painting.

Ling Qingcheng glanced at Mu Huanxi: "Why did you talk about painting so quickly?" ”

"Tomorrow we will announce the rankings of the assignments we have handed in, so everyone is a little nervous."

Ling Qingcheng smiled indifferently, for her, there was no need to be nervous at all about this kind of thing, she would definitely be the first.

After the chatting time, everyone freshened up and went to sleep.

The next day, they arrived at the school, where there were many tables and chairs, and on the top table were many scrolls, which were the same homework they had handed in.

The bell rang outside, and Huai Yu and the two palace maids came in together.

The girls all talked in a whisper, Ling Qingcheng naturally knew what they were discussing, because they all thought that the person who came to teach them poetry this time would be an old pedant, but they didn't expect it to be such a young man, and his appearance was very delicate.

"This official Huaiyu, the emperor's will, in the second to teach you the little master poems, the official first announced the ranking of everyone in the last homework, the homework is divided into three classes, the first class is the best, the second class is second, and the second class needs to work hard."

After Huaiyu finished speaking, some people discussed.

"There is even a C-class, will it be eliminated the next day after such a difference?"

"I don't know, maybe she's just poetry?"

Ling Qingcheng changed his comfortable posture and waited for the ranking to be announced.

"Luo Xiran, First Class; Zhuang Xianya, first-class ......"

Ling Qingcheng was playing with a brush, and the girls she was more optimistic about were all first-class, including Jing Ying'er, but after so many years, has Jing Ying'er changed? She glanced several times, but she didn't find her, how could there be no similar people on the picture scroll she saw before?

"Wood Fantasy Creek, Second Class ......"

Huaiyu began to read the list of second rank, and after everyone heard it, they couldn't help but feel a little sorry and a little surprised.

Ling Qingcheng glanced at Mu Huanxi, who was unresponsive, and decided to comfort her: "Don't worry too much, just write a poem, I didn't play well this time, there will be a next time, besides, isn't there still a C class, you are not the worst." ”

"I'm not sad, I like second class." Mu Huanxi said frankly.

When Ling Qingcheng was about to ask why, he suddenly heard Huai Yu's quiet voice say, "Shangguan Yi, Class C, ......."

The girls talked a lot, and even Luo Xiran turned to look around, she wanted to know who Shangguan Yi was, and why she was a third rank.

The girls feel incredible, Concubine Cheng is and her dignity, although she is not the emperor's biological mother, but she is the only concubine now, the emperor entrusted the emperor and the princess to her alone, it can be seen how important she is.

As for her niece, she will definitely become the imperial concubine, and it is likely to be the future queen, after all, Concubine Cheng is still the princess of Prince Cheng, and her status is extremely noble.

Shangguan Yi's C-class, was she mistaken, or did someone deliberately lower her? Or, is Shangguan Yi really poor at handwriting?

"Little masters, please be quiet, Lord Huai hasn't finished yet." The palace maid in charge on the side reminded.

"Yes." The girls sat upright and fell silent.

Ling Qingcheng turned his head in disbelief to look at Huai Yu who was sitting on it, at this time Huai Yu had finished reading the list, and asked everyone to open the book and start reading the first article.

Huai Yu received Ling Qingcheng's gaze, smiled gently, and bowed slightly.

Ling Qingcheng glared at him and began to communicate with him with his eyes: What a salute! Did you get the level out!

Huaiyu shook his head: That's right.

Ling Qingcheng continued to glare at him: I wrote cursive! Do you understand cursive? Have you ever watched it seriously?

Huaiyu nodded: Yes, but Her Royal Highness the princess is indeed a third class, and the only one is a third class.

Ling Qingcheng resisted the urge to lift the table and finished listening to a class.

After class, everyone took their homework back to the courtyard, and Ling Qingcheng waited for people to leave, and intercepted Huaiyu in a super shortcut.

Huai Yu asked the palace people to retreat first, Ling Qingcheng stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, shook the cursive script in his hand and asked, "Why am I C!" ”

"Miss Shangguan, don't be impatient, your cursive is indeed very flamboyant and casual, but it is not suitable for women, as an imperial concubine, you should not learn cursive."

When Ling Qingcheng was about to lose his temper, Huai Yu immediately explained: "But Weichen thought that Miss Shangguan's rank could be counted as second grade, but the principal did not agree, and your homework was personally reviewed by the principal. ”

"Lord Principal? Who? Who is so selfless and not afraid of death? Dare to offend me? ”

Huai Yu chuckled and sold a pass: "Miss Shangguan will know when she goes to see her." ”

Ling Qingcheng took his homework and prepared to go to the person in charge to theorize, and after asking the courtyard where the person in charge was, Ling Qingcheng went over violently.

The girls in the yard were talking about their ranks.

"I didn't expect Miss Mu to be the second class, and Miss Shangguan to be the third class, no wonder they would change rooms, Miss Luo and Miss Zhuang are so good, and Lord Huai praised them."

"Second class is good, too." Mu Huanxi said.

Rong Xiaoxiao reminded: "Don't be like this, everyone doesn't want to get the first grade, if you say this to let Miss Mu know, it will be misunderstood." ”

"Misunderstanding? I'm Mu Huanxi. ”

"Ahh Rong Xiaoxiao and Wen Meixin were stunned, they actually lived with the young lady of Mufu!