Rulin finally showed the first sincere smile of the day. She just thought that her son was looking over there out of curiosity www.biquge.info and didn't think he was looking at a certain girl. If she knew that the girl Ning Shao was looking at was Xu Miao, I don't know what kind of expression she would have.

Soon all the poems were collected. In the women's group, Mrs. Hanlin is the main judge in this round, and the three of them are the works received as deputy primaries.

The obvious advantages and disadvantages of each poem were carefully recorded, roughly divided into grades, and then handed over to Mrs. Hanlin to decide, and Princess Chen also seriously devoted herself to this work. Before the judging began, Princess Chen opened the second scroll, which was the title of the second round of paintings, and it was still the word 'spring'.

The scene suddenly became much more serious, and the girls and boys all showed full strength and thought about it seriously.

Suddenly, there was a sigh of admiration from the judge's seat next door, which was only separated by a veil, "Good poetry! Good poetry! Heroes out of teenagers! ”

The voices of two other judges also came, "What a poem indeed!" Deserve the first place! ”

The male voice that had praised earlier said, "Lord Xu, what do you think?" ”

The pen in Rulin's hand paused heavily on the paper, leaving a small pool of ink, and the servant girl who served beside her hurriedly stepped forward to replace one for her.

Sure enough, the more you don't want something to happen, the more something will happen.

A warm male voice came from the other end of the veil that could be recognized even if it had turned into ashes, "It's really good, let's be the first candidate first." ”

Rulin's hand trembled slightly, and she didn't dare to catch the pen again. Are they all here? She can't hear his voice now, can't see his face, how much she liked it before, how much she hates and avoids it now.

She couldn't wait for this spring appreciation party to end immediately, so she could take Ning Shao home quickly.

Fortunately, Ning Mu didn't come, otherwise they would all get together and didn't dare to think about it. In fact, Princess Chen and his wife have a good deal to do, otherwise they would not have such a good reputation. Originally, Ning Mu was invited to be a judge, but Ning Mu refused, so they invited Xu Jingsheng again.

They only knew that Ning Mu and Xu Jingsheng were a little discordant in the court, but they didn't know much about the deep reason for this.

Rulin didn't make a sound, trying to keep herself calm.

Soon the results of the first round of the competition were available. In the men's group, Wang Ye Chen personally announced the first name and read out his poem on the spot, it turned out to be Ning Shao!

The friends around him immediately congratulated him and teased him, and Ning Shao's green little face was rarely dyed with some joy.

He was the focus of this moment, and all the eyes present were looking at him, including Xu Miao.

Xu Jingsheng naturally knew who Ning Shao was, the eldest son of Ning Mu and Xue Rulin, and the grandson of Xue Jin, this child should not have come to this world! At that time, his most perfect idea was that Rulin married him and gave birth to children for himself, and he won Xue Jin's highest praise and trust, and he was Gao Ningmu everywhere.

Ning Mu! A broken son born with mud legs, why compare with him? His father was the Sanpin Dayuan at that time, even if he was the son-in-law whose mother died early and was not valued everywhere, he was also noble.

At the beginning, he was still young, Ning Mu didn't have any edge, he could be a good brother with him, until later, his light bloomed day by day, and he faintly had the tendency to keep pace with him.

Finally, he confirmed! Xue Jin trusted Ning Mu more than him!

He Xu Jingsheng is his eldest disciple and his nephew! He took care of Xue Rulin everywhere, and Xue Rulin's heart had long been hanging on him, this was a fact that everyone in the Xue Mansion knew, but he had to beat the mandarin duck and marry her to Ning Mu, who was nothing at the time!

Born in a broken household! Ning Mu, who parasitized on the Xue family like a beggar! Why!

Every time he encounters these memories, no matter how deep the city government is, he still can't keep calm after cultivating so far. This jealousy is a chronic poison that has endured for years, not only has it not diluted with the passage of time, but has penetrated into the blood and bones, and it is not endless.

The Ning Shao in front of him, although he looks more similar to Xue Rulin, can still see Ning Mu's shadow from the outline, with a good posture and talent, like a son of a family. This is what he hates the most, obviously the people of their Ning family are from a humble background like dust, but they have a noble-like skin and brain.

Xue Rulin only married Ning Mu for one year and gave birth to Ning Shao. He was only a little late for him, married Lu Shuyi, and didn't give birth to a sister-in-law for so many years, what is a concubine? It's just a matter of passing on the lineage. If he had been with his cousin smoothly back then, would he have a child like Ning Shao? Even better than him!

Xu Jingsheng was turbulent inside, but he was not shocked on the surface. Even those closest to him couldn't see any change in his expression.

Xu Jingsheng and Ning Mu are both eloquent people, and they seem to be ambitious, but in fact, Xu Jingsheng does not like to be disliked on the surface, but his ambition has been expanding inside, and he is gradually not satisfied with everything he has mastered, and his greed comes from the power bath. Ning Mu is ruthless and perverse on the surface, but in fact, his ambition is limited, as long as he has a status that matches his talent to display his ambitions, he will be satisfied, and his greed comes from Xue Rulin.

Soon, the second round of paintings also came up, Rulin was the main judge of the second round, she held her breath and concentrated, trying her best to devote herself to the sea of paintings, and no longer think about those complicated thoughts.

The girls painted good and bad, the level was uneven, it was rare to see the youthful and immature atmosphere in the paintings, and some of the paintings were not lacking in novelty, and she carefully observed each work. Soon, a picture of Kasuga kicking a shuttlecock caught her eye.

In the picture, under a big willow tree, several girls in spring shirts are standing in a circle playing with shuttlecock, the shuttlecock flies up on a girl's feet, and the other girls are glued to the shuttlecock with their eyes, making a posture ready to catch it at any time. The painting is quite vivid and colorful, so that those who look at the painting can immediately enter the situation and smile.

The brushstrokes are also very delicate and mature, and the shadow structure and the shade of the brush and ink are handled quite well. Let the maids around me correspond to the number, and the first place in the second round of the women's competition is decided.

The maidservant put the numbered card up, Rulin glanced at it, Xu Miao!

She wanted to get up right away, and she didn't want to stay any longer! No wonder, she was attracted at a glance, it turned out that the painting style was so similar to hers, looking like her own works back then, can there be no intimacy?

The summer sun is just right, and only the sound of cicadas is heard in the afternoon, and Xu Jingsheng teaches her to draw on the stone table in the courtyard hand in hand. Her father introduced her to the school, but there was not much time to actually teach her like this. Ning Mu occasionally came to trouble them and disturbed them, but she always asked the maids to kick him out. How ironic?

Finally came to announce the results, she said that she couldn't stay anymore, Princess Hechen sued, saying that she was unwell and wanted to go back to the house to take medicine, and entrusted her to send someone to inform Ning Shao. He hurriedly retreated, intending to leave immediately after finding Bizhu.

It's not a good day.