In the side hall, there were no servants to greet them, and everyone knelt down in turn. Among the crowd, Zhou Suqing was faintly the leader, so although he had been prevaricating for a long time, Zhou Suqing still sat in the first place. Meiru was uncared for, so in order not to be ashamed, she picked up a corner and sat down.

About half an hour later, a maid finally came in.

These noble ladies have been kneeling and sitting until now, and they are a little tired, but their manners are good, and no one has come out. Even Mei Ru, a monkey who couldn't sit still, thought about Qiao's thousands of instructions, and only quietly moved her legs.

The maid with her bun came in and looked around.

Everyone couldn't help but be curious, and they didn't know who would be the first to be called in by Mr. Pingyang. After thinking about it again, it must be Zhou Suqing. Among them, Zhou Suqing has long been famous, and no one in the capital knows the name of Zhou Dacai's talented woman, who doesn't know it? Although Mr. Binh Duong has not returned to Beijing for many years, he should know. For a while, everyone looked at Zhou Suqing with envy.

At the front, Zhou Suqing noticed everyone's attention, the corners of her mouth were curved, dignified and gentle, and she only looked at the maid.

Seeing that the little maid had finished watching it, Lang said, "The third girl of Meifu came with me." ”

Everyone was stunned, and when they saw Mei Ru sitting in the corner, they couldn't help but secretly wonder, could it be that Mr. Pingyang planned to screen out these arrogant and uneasy bad seedlings first, and then keep them to pick them slowly?

Mei Ru also secretly complained, why was it her turn to be the first one? But it was not easy to show it, so he only got up and followed the maid over. This Mr. Binh Duong is about a bamboo, and the courtyard is full of green bamboo. When she walked into a side room, the room was lit with agarwood incense, and a yellowed bamboo curtain was hanging, Mei Ru knelt outside, and respectfully saluted.

I heard a person inside the bamboo curtain ask lightly, "What will happen?" ”

Mei Ru replied truthfully: "The students are not good at poetry and writing, and their chess skills are slightly poor, but they are only interested in learning characters. ”

"Huh." There was a chuckle inside, "You girl is honest." ”

Mei Ru said respectfully: "Students don't dare to hide it. ”

"I heard you like to study some food?"

Mei Ru was a little embarrassed, my cousin didn't mention this, how could Mr. Pingyang know? After a pause, she said, "Students love these gadgets. ”

Mr. Pingyang asked lightly: "I heard that you still know some barbarian slang?" ”

Cousin wouldn't know that! Mei Ru was stunned again, and a somewhat terrifying fact jumped on the tip of her tongue, and she was about to blurt out - Fu Zheng?

Mei Ru frowned.

Why did Fu Zheng recommend her?

Don't think much about it at this point, she replied, "The students know a little better." ”

There was an "um" inside, and someone handed a book from inside the bamboo curtain. The book was not written in the language of this dynasty, but in the Fanbang language, and Mei Ru turned the page, her eyes were black, and she couldn't read it at all. She replied truthfully.

Mr. Pingyang sighed: "It turns out that he can only listen and can't watch, this is not good." ”

Being so little by her, Mei Ruer's roots were a little red.

Mr. Pingyang didn't say anything else, there was no movement inside, and Mei Ru followed the maid back to the side hall.

Seeing her come back, everyone thought that this time it must be the worst first, and they didn't know who was so unlucky that they would be behind Mei Ru, just thinking about it, but they didn't expect that the next one to invite would be Zhou Suqing!

Hearing her name, Zhou Suqing also froze and looked back at Mei Ru.

Mei Ru just sat there, her face pale and silent.

Everyone is strange, according to this meaning, is it possible that Mr. Pingyang thinks that the arrogant and indulgent three girls of Meifu are better than Zhou Suqing? Do you still have some green eyes for Mei Ru?

……

Everyone finished reading it in turn, and the maid came over and asked those who didn't fit their eyes to go back.

After what Mr. Pingyang said just now, Mei Ru knew that she didn't have much hope, she didn't care, she just felt a little embarrassed, and she seemed to be a little too unmotivated...... After the clinker girl finished reading her name, there was no Mei Ru! Sister Juan of Hefu was invited out, and everyone was a little surprised for a while.

Before they had time to think about it, they were invited to the next room, each with a cup of tea on the table.

Each kind of tea has its own fragrance and taste, and there are six kinds of tea mixed in this tea in front of them, and now they want to write these six flavors of tea, and then compose a poem with each of these six flavors of tea.

This tea tasting is very different from the tasting fragrance, and all kinds of flavors are mixed together and messy.

Mei Ru condensed and tasted a product. Smell the smell first. The aroma hits people, the fragrance lingers for a long time, and it is slow and leisurely, mellow and heavy, and in the last little afterfragrance, there is a cold. Mei Ru nodded, and took another sip-

Her face wrinkled faster than anyone else.

I never expected that the entrance of this tea is bitter, and the bitterness is heavier, and there is no refreshing meaning at all.

Seriously, a single piece of tea is a literati thing, and tasting this blended tea is really not a beautiful difference.

Mei Ru picked up the pen, waited for the astringency between her teeth to subside a little, and then wrote a dish of unknown spring, ate a mouthful of candied fruit, and then slowly wrote the other five teas in turn. She likes to drink tea and eat, which is really difficult for her, but the poems are slightly inferior, but after exhausting the efforts of the two lives, these poems are not out of reach.

Mei Ru was lucky to pass this round, and among so many people, she was the only one who wrote six tea courses correctly......

Mei Ru was stunned, secretly wondering if she was too delicious?

The next round of consideration is painting, untitled, and everyone can come up with a topic at will.

The people around her had already started writing early, and Mei Ru was standing there, not in a hurry, just thinking slowly. In fact, she is really not very good at painting, and the last painting was easy to feel a little nostalgic, and it was ruined by Fu Zheng...... Thinking of this, Mei Ru couldn't help but be angry.

She sighed and lifted the pen, but she didn't know what she was going to draw.

Somehow, these few strokes fell, and they turned into a little autumn rain on the paper. A few more strokes were the branches swaying in the rain, some of the leaves fell and were crushed in the dust, and some were swept into the wind and drifted far away. After these few brushstrokes, I wanted to paint others, but Mei Ru didn't have them. She stood in front of the desk, feeling empty for a moment.

Dipping the pen in ink, Mei Ru wrote three words next to it - I don't know spring.

The paintings of the crowd were hung aside by the maids. The first thing I saw was Zhou Suqing's paintings. She paints thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, layered on top of each other, thousands of ravines, and majestic. The rest of the people have painted flowers and birds funny, and some have painted beautiful artificial brushes, and Mei Ru's painting of unknown spring hangs in it, but it looks lonely and too thin.

Mr. Pingyang came out at this time.

The face is plain, the dress is plain and elegant, only a jade hairpin is obliquely inserted between the temples, a lake-colored plum orchid bamboo dark pattern carved silk jacket, a brown silk skirt, and the whole person is light and light. Mei Ru only felt a little familiar when she saw it, as if she had seen it somewhere, and took a second look-

She remembered that the sick woman in Zhuozhou Shuangta Nunnery, one side of the fate, but she didn't expect to meet again at this time.

Mr. Pingyang did not squint, only walked over to look at the paintings of a few people, and did not pause, only looked at it lightly.

When she walked up to Zhou Suqing's painting, she finally stopped.

Everyone looked at Zhou Suqing, their eyes were congratulatory for a while, and envious for a while.

Mr. Pingyang turned his head, looked at the four or five girls below, and said to the maid next to him: "This painting is ingenious and deliberate, I really don't like it." ”

Everyone: "......"

This is Zhou Suqing's painting, Mr. Pingyang is so picky?

"Sir, my painting ......" Zhou Suqing asked with a red face. She was rarely said like this, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't even finish her words.

Mr. Pingyang said: "Your painting is good, but it's a pity that the meaning is too deliberate and loses its authenticity, especially this poem......"

After mentioning this, everyone looked at the poem mentioned by Zhou Suqing in the upper corner. It was a long mountain trip. It's well done, but it's a little bit of a good writing - it's not that it's ugly, it's just a little too uninhibited, as the saying goes, too hard, and if you look closely, it's a little awkward. As for what kind of awkwardness it is, they can't say.

Everyone couldn't understand it, but Mei Ru could see a little sign.

Zhou Suqing's writing is good, but there is a point that she is imitating Mei Ru's words!

Mei Ru's handwriting is quite casual, how comfortable and how to write those words like kneading dough, how to put them heartily, and how to put them in a unique style in the capital. But very few people have seen her words, Xiao Qiao's one, Fu Zheng's one, and Zhou Suqing are also one, especially she has also seen Mei Ru's rebuilt Fang Wuzhi.

Mei Ru's words are appropriate to her, those words in her pen, as Fu Zheng said, have more Wei and Jin romance, drunk and simple, not the best, but the most chic, and the most interesting. But if you write it by another person, you can only imitate its lines, and you can't get the essence.

Zhou Suqing was afraid that when he saw that Mr. Pingyang had a good eye for Mei Ruqing, he wanted to do what he liked, but he didn't expect to plant himself in it!

Mei Ru sneered.

Over there, Mr. Pingyang waved his hand, and someone took off Zhou Suqing's painting and led her out.

Zhou Suqing was completely blushing, she was not so embarrassed in poetry, calligraphy and painting!

She was about to leave quickly, but Mei Ru suddenly called her: "Sister Zhou! ”

Zhou Suqing's steps tightened, and she turned back.

Mei Ru deliberately asked lightly: "Sister Zhou, what are my books...... Did you give it back to your aunt? She didn't expose her, she just knocked on the side. After all, no one believed it, because not many people had seen Mei Ru's words. But it's a wonderful time to say it, and it's for people to play.

Zhou Suqing's face turned pale, the two looked at each other coldly, she said "not yet", and left in a hurry.

Mei Ru sneered again in her heart.

After that, the word "lile" was considered. In the previous life, Mei Ru specially studied Ya in order to reconcile with Fu Zheng Qinse. At the beginning, she learned happily, but unfortunately now her mood is different, she sat down and flicked it gently, and her fingertips naturally revealed a bit of desolation and sorrow.

When Mr. Pingyang heard this, he immediately waved his hand, Mei Ru was stunned, and quickly stopped getting up.

Mr. Pingyang frowned and said, "At a young age, where are you so worried?" ”

Mei Ru stood next to her and didn't know how to explain, and Mr. Pingyang sighed: "I'm not in good health, I'm going to be sad to hear this again, so you better go back." ”

Mei Ru was stunned again, staying in the carriage, still confused, is she "dead" on her own hands?

However, Mei Ru felt that it was not too embarrassing, after all, Zhou Suqing was even more miserable.

Thinking of Zhou Suqing's face turned white and red, red and white, Mei Ru was happy.

She returned to the house happily, Qiao Shi was overjoyed when she saw this, and hurriedly asked, "But you were chosen?" ”

Mei Ru said: "Where? Mr. Binh Duong asked me to come back. ”

"And you can still laugh?" Qiao's poked her head, and she could be angry with her big-hearted daughter.

However, in the past two days, everyone in the Mei Mansion knew that the three girls were not selected. In Chunxi Hall, the old ancestor said: "Follow the rules, in the future, An An will stay in the mansion, learn more rules with your second sister, go out less, and cause less trouble!" She still didn't feel at ease with this restless third girl, for fear that she would make a mistake.

Mei Ru was neither angry nor annoyed, but only obediently and skillfully responded "yes".

In the next moment, the big girl beside the ancestor came in and said, "Ancestor, Mr. Pingyang has another post." ”

Hearing Mr. Pingyang's name, Mrs. Du was not angry, only frowned and let her read it casually.

The maid spread it out and swept it slightly, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, the third girl has been chosen!" ”

"Huh?" Mrs. Du was surprised, but Qiao's was overjoyed: "Bring it to me and take a look." ”

The gilded post came to Qiao's hand, and she looked at it carefully - it was really her own little girl! She recited "Amitabha" in her heart, and poked Mei Ru's head again.

Mei Ru was surprised, didn't Mr. Pingyang drive her away, how could it ......

The old lady also took the post and looked at it, looked up at Mei Ru, shook her head and smiled helplessly: "Our Mei Mansion is really going to have an unruly talented girl?" ”