"The princess invited, and the courtiers obeyed." Tong Xue responded with a smile, took the arm of General Weiyuan's wife, and walked towards the eldest princess of Yuanjiang.

"Grandmother, the eldest princess of Yuanjiang intends to cause turmoil at the recruitment meeting, you have to watch her closely." Tong Xue turned around, raised her hand and slowly helped tidy up the head of General Weiyuan's wife, lowered her voice, and said with a solemn expression.

"Humph! A little girl, the old body is still afraid of her! General Weiyuan's wife took Tong Xue's hand, took her to the place where she was sitting, sat down, and said to the eldest princess of Yuanjiang with a smile: "My granddaughter is loose by nature, I am afraid that one will not pay attention and snub the princess, it is better to let this child sit next to the old body." ”

General Weiyuan's wife grabbed Tong Xue's arm, pressed her down on the rose chair next to her, and glared at her with her eyes, warning her not to act rashly.

Tong Xue had no choice but to tug at the corners of her mouth and smile apologetically at the eldest princess of Yuanjiang.

The other ladies and ladies present, seeing this situation, some of them drank tea with teacups, and some of them smiled lightly with their handkerchiefs, Tong Xue didn't have to guess, she also knew, but she was afraid that in their eyes, she felt that General Weiyuan's wife behaved vulgarly and it was difficult to get into the hall of elegance, and Tong Xue's eldest daughter in Dingyuan's Mansion didn't even have a girl with her when she traveled, and she didn't know how to make fun of them in her heart.

General Weiyuan's wife didn't mean to let Tong Xue greet those ladies and ladies at all, and when she saw Tong Xue sitting honestly on the side, she looked into the distance with an expressionless face.

Tong Xue didn't care much about these smiling ladies and delicate ladies, and looked into the distance with her grandmother's gaze.

At this moment, the cultural fight has come to an end.

The sons of the family or the common people who came to fight all showed their housekeeping skills.

There is a song of Fuqin, there is a game played by one person and many people, there is a pen to splash Danqing, there is a poem, blowing, playing and singing, everything is available, each shows its magical powers, and it is not lively.

Soon, Tong Xue caught the figure of her uncle Lu Guishuo from the crowd.

In fact, most of the men in the field, whether they are sturdy men or thin scholars, all want to show their elegant and elegant side, so they choose wet clothes, whether it is a narrow-sleeved kaftan that highlights the figure, or a wide-sleeved robe, they are all white clothes fluttering, and the appearance of fairy wind and bones.

Therefore, a few strange colors in the field are particularly eye-catching.

Today, Tong Xue's uncle Lu Guishuo, wearing a bamboo green gown, with a palm-wide belt of the same color on his shoulders, and a piece of mutton fat white jade around his waist, the whole body is clean and neat, showing the wide shoulders and long legs and waist vividly, and just the right amount of culture.

Tong Xue looked at her uncle, who seemed to be a different person, quite unfamiliar, and couldn't help but feel a complicated feeling that couldn't be explained.

Uncle is blowing a whistle.

The crowd around was extremely lively, but the sound of Xun was low and desolate, Tong Xue was attracted by the sound of Xun, as if she was in the desolate Gobi, with endless rocks and barren grass, mountains of white bones, and a desolate state of mind, but with a fiery heart.

Uncle is really affectionate to the eldest princess of Yuanjiang.

It's a pity that how Yongchan treats him, this love is destined to not be reciprocated.

After the song was finished, the eldest princess of Yuanjiang stood up from her seat, clapped with both hands, and praised her mouth, "General Lu Xiao has been on the battlefield all year round, and he still has such a delicate and gentle mind, which is really rare." ”

"No, this is called iron man tenderness. Since ancient times, heroes have been short of breath, and their children have long love, and they are lingering and compassionate, and they are full of anger! In the seat, a certain lady, known as one of the "Four Talented Women in Beijing", made Xizi hold her heart and followed the way.

"General Lu's song is well chosen, and it blends with Xun's low and mournful, and it is natural. A certain lady, who is known as "excellent piano skills", commented.

Tong Xue tugged at the corners of her mouth, only feeling full of sarcasm.

She suddenly thought of something, and took the opportunity to look at the lady who spoke, and swept her eyes around the field, and sure enough, she found that there was a pink-clothed girl about sixteen or seventeen years old with her slender neck hanging down, like a light landscape painting, quietly setting off the flowers in front of her.

The second girl of Huairenbo Mansion, at this time, should have just been out of her mother's mourning period for five months, and she was really brought out by her own aunt.

Tong Xue remembered that this second girl Li was because according to the memory of her previous life, her father died very suddenly, and she had just come out of her mother's funeral and kept her father's filial piety, so it was not until she was twenty years old that this second girl Li did not get married, and she married her uncle.

Tong Xue looked at the quiet and tranquil Second Miss Li, and then looked at the uncle who hated to take out a hot heart and hold it in front of the eldest princess of Yuanjiang on the field, only to feel that all kinds of things in her previous life were as unreal as a dream.

Just as she was in her trance, a clear, powerful voice pierced through the cacophony and clearly entered her ears.

Tong Xue looked at the dazzling white clothes, and hurriedly looked away, and even had the urge to cover her ears.

But the sound finally entered her ears.

Because He Zhizhou came late, because the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming, the examiner in charge of judging saw that he was just a Banda boy and came to join in the fun, so he casually pointed to a cluster of chrysanthemums circled by the fence at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and asked him to write a poem at the time of a stick of incense, with the theme of "Yongdai".

The title seems to be simple, but for thousands of years, since Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan", chrysanthemums have been sung enough by literati and ink writers, under the premise that the predecessors have a large number of chrysanthemum poems, it is not easy to bring forth the new and make a new style.

Who knew that He Zhizhou just thought about it for a while, then shook his cuffs, raised his head and began to chant.

"The scoundrel poet and demon invade at dusk, and the sound of self-sinking around the fence stone is self-sinking." As soon as the first line of the poem was finished, Tong Xue found that the ladies and ladies who were praising her uncle for how well she played it in the middle of the field were silent, and listened attentively.

"The milli end is written in the frost, and the corners of the mouth are fragrant to the moon."

"The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, and who will solve the complaint."

"After Tao Lingpingzhang, the eternal high wind said to the present."

He Zhizhou finished the poem in one go, and his response was sensitive and his talent was high, which left a deep impression on the examiner. The three examiners in charge of the poems unanimously approved it.

"I never thought that this Lang Jun was not very old, not only was he handsome, but he was delicate and worried, listening to the voice, but he was very clear and generous."

Tong Xue heard that not far away, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in delicate goose yellow and combed with double buns, lowered her voice and whispered to another girl who was about a senior next to her

Small Theatre:

(A daughter's daughter is puzzled): Could this son be a man with a daughter's heart?

He Zhizhou: Yongdai? (I can't help but sing in my heart: 'Your tears are weak and wounded')

Tong Xue: Sure enough, I like to pretend as always!

PS: The poem "Yongdai" in this article is copied from "Dream of Red Mansions", as for why He Zhizhou memorized it, it must be quite easy to guess the reason.