Wei Feiyue kept suppressing her voice on the side, and Wei Xiyue came to the end, and asked questions hard, so that Wei Feiyue became Bai Xiaosheng for a while, and her mouth was dry.

There were more and more official ladies present, standing in the flowers, like butterflies, the sky gradually darkened, the sun set, the sun slowly set, and the moon slowly rose.

The Hundred Flowers Feast is about to begin......

"Today is the Hundred Flowers Banquet, organized by the Queen Mother, I hope you can have fun and have fun tonight, and those who win the championship tonight can get the first volume of the golden glazed crown and the Hundred Birds and Phoenix." Aunt Yu opened by announcing tonight's prizes.

The words smashed into the crowd, setting off a storm of discussions, this golden glass crown is made by Li Yongxin, the best jewelry designer today.

Li Yongxin has worked hard all his life to study jewelry design, and finally became the best jewelry designer, and the drawings he painted were sold at sky-high prices, and he only undertook the designs he was willing to take, and only flirted with three things every two years!

And this golden glass crown is the most exquisite of the three I didn't expect the Queen Mother to take this as one of the prizes for the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

The picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix is the highest creation of Shen Quan's life, the work has a high collection value, the painting is divided into three volumes, which is the goal of the scholar's lifelong pursuit, and the remaining two and three volumes are still missing.

The queen mother's desire is also obvious, the winner of the oiran, the woman can get the golden glazed crown, and at the same time can give a hundred birds to the man you like.

"Oh my God, the Queen Mother's handwriting is too big, who do you think the Oiran will fall this time?" The woman in yellow bumped into the woman in purple on the side.

"Anyway, it won't fall on my head, Wei Feiyue and Pang Yaoyao have the greatest hope!" The woman in purple said.

Wei Xiyue raised her eyebrows and glanced at Wei Feiyue, and said, "It seems that this Taifu Jiaonu is the second sister's biggest rival!" ”

Wei Feiyue locked on Pang Yaoyao in the crowd at a glance, and was laughing with some scholar women, at the same time, Pang Yaoyao also noticed Wei Feiyue's unfriendly eyes, and immediately replied, the two eyes collided with each other, lightning and thunder.

"Yaoyao, I heard from my aunt yesterday that this time you specially prepared a stunning dance for the Hundred Flowers Banquet!" Wu Ruixi nodded Pang Yaoyao's shoulder, "You are still hiding!" ”

"Sister Xi, although Yaoyao intends to win the Oiran, there are many opponents, I'm afraid it's a suspense!" Pang Yaoyao's eyebrows were the same, and she said lightly.

For this Hundred Flowers Banquet, she deliberately practiced dance hard, and no one in the capital could match her attainments in the piano.

The sun had come to an end, and a full moon hung high in the sky, hidden between two thin clouds, and its light was faintly released.

"The Hundred Flowers Banquet has officially begun!" A shrill sound rang out, followed by the sound of a gong.

Tonight, the beauties of the imperial garden gathered, and there were countless warblers and swallows, and everyone did a good job according to their own seats.

There were young ladies from the official family and many talented young people.

The Hundred Flowers Banquet is mainly set up in three levels, the first level is poetry painting, the second level is dance rhyme, and the third level is piano mastery.

The curtain of the first level was opened, and the palace maids walked into the center of the venue in an orderly manner with the painting screens in their hands, and placed them one by one, and the brushes were all neatly placed on the desk.

"Isn't this just a poem and a painting at the same time, very difficult?" Wei Xiyue casually picked up the orange on the table and peeled it.

Wei Feiyue couldn't wait to take the stage to paint, "Big sister, it's difficult to write poems and paint, and you have to write and paint immediately after you go up to get the title, you can't hesitate too much, otherwise you will be eliminated immediately." ”

It turns out that according to the memory of the previous life, Wei Xiyue is outstanding in dancing, Wu Ruixi is outstanding in literature, and in the end, Wei Xiyue used some means to take away Pang Yaoyao's outstanding place in the qin, and finally won the oiran.

"If the big sister doesn't think it's difficult, she can go up and try it." Wei Feiyue began to bewitch and instigate Wei Xiyue.

Wei Qingxue interjected and said, "The second sister clearly knows that the eldest sister goes into battle to kill the enemy, she is brave in a battle, she only knows military books, where can she chant poetry and paint, if she goes up, she will not be laughed at by other ladies!" ”

"Is the fourth sister too radical, I haven't persecuted, besides, we came out with the face of the Wei Mansion, so naturally we want to win glory for the Mansion with one heart." Wei Feiyue was clever and tongue-in-cheek, Wei Qingxue couldn't talk about Wei Feiyue, so she simply shrank into Wei Xiyue's arms.

"Big sister thinks I'm right?" Wei Feiyue's eyes are full of sincerity, and her delicate eyes make people feel pity.

"In that case, I'll go up and give it a try, and live up to the expectations of my second sister." Wei Xiyue said.

Wei Qingxue's body trembled in her arms, she heard it right?

"Big sister!"

"Qingxue is good, in fact, the book of war is similar to the book of poetry, and there is not much difference between killing the enemy and painting, I can still use my brain and hands."

Wei Xiyue had already thought of a countermeasure in her heart, when Huo Zeyu married her before, she disliked her for not having talent and nothing, except that the treasure map was worth a little and was simply useless.

So in her last life, she replaced the book of war with the Book of Poetry, the arrow feather with colored silk, and practiced the basic tunes repeatedly every day with her clumsy fingers, and since Xiaohuan's death, all of this has been hidden by Wei Xiyue.

It is said that the verses she used are all references to the sentences of future literati in the present period, and they are blatant cheating.

"Now let's start the first round of competition!" The eunuch pinched his throat and screeched through the imperial garden.

Gradually, some people began to go up to draw questions for the competition, but Wei Feiyue sat like pins and needles, because her goal was to achieve dance rhyme and piano skills.

Wei Xiyue got up and brushed her skirt, causing others to stop and watch, thinking that this military straw bag should not want to participate in the first round of the event, and the disdainful eyes of the audience were all cast on Wei Xiyue.

"The eldest lady of the Wei family actually wants to go up to draw questions for the competition?" Shang Shulang's daughter Mo Kui covered her mouth and said incredulously.

"If it's more than killing, Miss Wei's soul under the sword is not comparable to you." Pang Yaoyao played an official tone, and saw through Wei Xiyue's bloody heart at a glance.

They are all young ladies in the boudoir, and they have never even killed animals, not to mention that they are killing people, and they also avoid Wei Xiyue.

"I, Wei Xiyue, have been by my father's side since I was a child, defending my family and the country, taking the lead, killing countless enemies, and the souls under the sword are all those who have committed my Nanshao land, shouldn't they be killed? Miss Pang's words mean that I, Nan Shao, want to be ravaged by others? Wei Xiyue threw the pot directly to Pang Yaoyao.

"Naturally, I don't mean that, those who offend me Nan Shao will be punished, it's just that Miss Wei's hands are stained with too much people's blood, and the poet also takes into account the artistic conception brought by people's state of mind." Pang Yaoyao is right every word, none of the generals in the ancient conquest are literary, all of them are a group of reckless men who only know about slaughter.

However, the spirit of the generals lies in unity, and the intrigue between the civil servants is often darker and bloodier than the battles on the battlefield, but the world can't see it.

"Xiyue has not yet appeared on stage, where did Miss Pang learn about my talent in poetry and books? Isn't it more than the attainments in the military book? "Wei Xiyue is leisurely and polite, not like a reckless man who can only kill people and slaughter people.

Wei Xiyue stood like a cold pine, the breeze slightly blew her green silk, a simple and unadorned red dress, the three thousand green hairs on her head were coiled up by a hosta, and she carried one hand behind her waist and walked onto the question drawing platform.

I was stunned and walked out of a feeling of dominating the world, exuding the aura of hell Shura on my body, others did not dare to approach rashly, and the eunuch holding the lottery box did not dare to take a breath.

"There is Father-in-law Lao." Wei Xiyue raised her forehead and nodded to him.

"Miss Wei, please draw the test questions in the lottery box, and after the drawing is completed, hang the test question board on the painting screen, and you can start composing poems and paintings." After the eunuch finished speaking calmly, he hunched his waist and held the lottery box in front of Wei Xiyue.

Wei Xiyue blindly took a piece of it, raised it and saw that it was engraved with the word Junmin, which was simply God's favor for her and made her pretend to be successful.

The first wave of people who went up early in the morning to draw questions had already chanted out the poems and painted them perfectly.

Among them, Wu Ruixi took peony as the theme, and wrote poems and paintings, which stood out.

A "Song of Peony Poems", a peony spring intention, won the praise and applause of the Queen Mother, "Rui Xi since the poetry will be goodbye, the literary style has grown greatly, a good one, Zhijun has been relieved of the lightness, reclining on the railing head back, this peony is lifelike, mourning family look like real flowers." ”

Wu Ruixi stepped forward and saluted, "Ruixi just borrowed the scene to lyrical, and wrote this "Song of Peony Poems" with feelings, and the painting all relied on this pot of peony flowers in front of the Queen Mother, and it was already happy and satisfied to be able to get the Queen Mother's wonderful praise. ”

There are also some scholars who use ink pens to record this poem.

"The spring breeze does not open early, and the crowd floats up the stairs. A few buds of the fairy came out of the fire, and a strange fragrance came up from the sky. Xiaolu's spirit is demonic, and the twilight smoke is full of hatred. Zhijun has been relieved of his lightness, and he reclined on the railing and returned to his head. Although Miss Wu is a daughter, she is beyond my reach in terms of talent. This poem has both a chic posture and the enchanting swaying of flowers, among which the peony also expresses his heart to the fullest, in this short period of time, can make such a good poem! Following the voice, it turned out to be Huo Zeshen, and there was a Huo Lingxiao behind him.

"Grandson to meet the imperial grandmother, the imperial grandmother Fu'an!" Huo Zeshen looked at the Empress Dowager's luggage, and Huo Lingxiao also waved his hands to show his luggage.

"Prince Xie Eleven's praise." Wu Ruixi's cheeks were crimson, and her little feet fluttered and fluttered back to her seat, not daring to raise her head to look at Huo Zeshen.

"I didn't expect Miss Wei to come up and join in the fun." As soon as Huo Lingxiao's words fell, people's eyes once again focused on Wei Xiyue.

For Xiyue to scold, Huo Lingxiao usually doesn't speak, and when he speaks, he can offend people, his grandmother has legs, what kind of special function is this, but Wei Xiyue quickly recovered and focused on the paintings in his hands.

Wei Xiyue finished the last stroke of the dragon and phoenix dance, and the moment the palace maid turned the painting screen, everyone was silent, and they were silenced by the ugliness of this painting.