Under the shade of the trees, a human voice came from the heights, calling her with a smile: "Miss Song Liu." The voice was so familiar and so unflat, she took a few steps, brushed aside the flower branches that blocked her view, and looked forward.

In front of me is a red-roofed cornice pavilion with bells hanging on the eaves, and now there is no wind, shining in the sunlight with a bronze low-key and long-standing luster. There are two floors in the pavilion, and there are people sitting on the pavilion, one person holds a bow, and the other person is dressed in white and drags the ground, with black hair like a waterfall, bending his red lips and bending his cheeks and looking at her with a smile.

Isn't that exactly Duanxun?

Song Yan grinded his teeth, turned around and walked to pull out the arrow, he didn't pull it out, he gritted his teeth and pulled it out again, he still didn't move, he stopped and looked, the arrow was very deep, and the branches had been penetrated.

Duan Xun laughed and said, "Come up and rest for a while, six girls." ”

Song Yansheng glared at him, raised his foot and was about to leave. At this time, the leaves of the tree "fluttered" for a while, and a person fell from the tree. At a glance, the old face was gone, one of Duanxun's guards, Yiyun.

Song Yansheng went up to the attic, but it was cool in the attic, and she was not polite, so she found a place to sit down.

"Sixth girl, I thank you for Yuanying. If you don't help her today, I'm afraid she won't have a good birthday. She fanned the wind and looked at the man who had spoken. He is tall but very thin, his eyes are dark and slightly raised, he is dressed casually but his hair is neatly tied and crowned, and the corners of his mouth are smiling with some elegance. Looking at his somewhat similar face to Yuan Ying, it is estimated that it is Yuan Ting, the eldest son of the prince of Zhenguo.

"Eldest son, do you want to thank me, or do you want to scare me?" She raised her chin to signal that his arrow was still in the tree.

Yuan Ting took the bow, smiled, and pointed to Duan Xun on the side and said, "Sixth girl, the arrow just now was really not my intention, I hope the girl is not strange." ”

Song Yansheng looked at the white-clothed demon, his eyes signaled, and said, wait for you to explain, lead me to do something.

"I miss you, please come and talk."

It's the same old thing, and Song Yansheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he simply sat down and rested coolly. She hasn't returned to the table at this time, Cheng's mother will bring Hengbo to find her.

Sitting on a high place, the field of vision is broad, and when you look down, you can see green trees and red flowers, small bridges and flowing water. In midsummer, crape myrtle is in full bloom, and it looks like a purple cloud from a distance, which is strange and beautiful. She looked at it for a while, this place was not far from the place where she and Yuan Ying had just spoken, and it was estimated that the words were clearly heard by the two people in the pavilion. She didn't shy away from it, and she had several contacts with Duan Xun, and he knew it well.

"Provincial Book Day is coming, do the six girls know?"

She shook her fan, wiped the sweat from her forehead, met the phoenix eyes, and nodded.

If he didn't mention it, she would have forgotten that there was such a thing in the Minyang Academy. Provincial Book Day is a big day, and the Holy Lord and the Empress will bring a group of scholars and close ministers to check and inquire about the students' homework, which is also a means of selecting talents. This is the practice of previous dynasties, although many people in the palace have not been examined, but at this time can be favored by the saint, it is an honor and a shortcut, the huge Minyang Palace is full of talents, how many people are looking forward to this day. In her previous life, her third brother Song Meiheng was chosen by the saint and was the future Tanhualang, but unfortunately the third prince became more and more powerful, and the Song family became a stepping stone.

"In that case, I'll have to wait and see." Duan Xun smiled, "I don't know how the sixth girl's handwriting is doing?" He seemed to mention it inadvertently, and his slender index finger pressed against his forehead, and he reminded him kindly: "Your hand of heavenly book, don't scare my father." ”

“……！” It's unbearable, and it's unbearable to talk about this every time, and I'm angry!

Duan Xun's eyelids lifted and grabbed the fan she threw over. Song Liu's face was puffed out with a snowy face, her hands were on her waist, and she was annoyed by him. But he likes to see her anxious appearance, and his fingers subconsciously grind the cool sandalwood handle of the fan, and his heart is very happy.

Yuan Ting wanted to know his hidden strange temperament, but he was not surprised at all, grabbed his bow, and began to shoot arrows again.

At this time, Cheng's mother's voice came: "Oh, my sixth sister, you are here, you can be regarded as having found it!" I'm dying! She hurriedly walked up to the treetops, and shouted, "The second girl is also looking for you, the banquet is over, go back with me." ”

Song Yansheng stood up, threw an eye knife to Duan Xun, and pulled back his fan and went down.

In the sound of breaking the air, she deliberately paid attention to it, the silver arrow hit the trunk of the tree, a hundred steps away, every shot was full, and every arrow was not more than a millimeter away.

"The one just now, is it the eldest prince of Yuan?" Cheng's mother said curiously while leading the way, "She looks really like the second lady!" ”

Everyone says that the son of Zhenguo is a mediocre talent, but Fengliu has no great talent. Today, the rumors are not to be believed. With his archery skills, there are few people in the entire Beijing Gate who can match him. Merely...... Fang just noticed that Yuan Ting's legs and feet seemed to have a disease, although it was not obvious when he walked, he could see it if he paid close attention, but no one outside seemed to know about it.

"Xiyu Pavilion Zhang, how long do you plan to keep her?" Duan Xun lowered his eyes and looked at the small back on the trail path, his eyes closed, his expression was extremely light, the bright color of Fang Cai faded in the phoenix's eyes, and his eyes were gloomy and condensed. His calm and breezy tone did not seem to be talking about a person's life and death, but like talking about a careless little thing.

Another arrow.

Whoosh –

With enough strength and extreme accuracy, he knocked out the last arrow in one fell swoop. Yuan Ting stopped the posture of holding the arrow, and said without frowning: "Keep it, keep it for Yuan Ying to do." This girl has to grow up by herself. ”

The banquet of the Zhenguo Mansion was dispersed in the afternoon, and Xiao Changying sat in the carriage, watching from a distance the short Song Yansheng in the crowd of female dependents being escorted down the stairs by the servants. She scoffed and lowered the curtains.

There was also a person sitting in the car, wearing a silver robe, and although he was sitting now, it could be seen that he was quite tall. This man is very young, but he has lost his youthful temperament in appearance, his face is handsome but thin, and he is accustomed to smiling on his mouth, and there are two laughing grooves, and he looks amiable when he smiles.

"Is that her? It's just a three-inch ding. Obviously, before lowering the curtain, he also saw Song Yansheng.

Xiao Changying smiled when she heard this, shook her head and said, "Third Highness, don't underestimate her." After several contacts, although this woman is young, she has quite a ravine in her heart. Today's Zhenguo Mansion was defeated in her hands, and I saw with my own eyes that she pulled Yuan Ying out before the incident. When I came back, the game was broken. "Originally, today's show went smoothly, and it was a pity that it was a pity to be able to make a disturbance in the town and the country's mansion.

"Fortunately, the spies planted are not useless, and they can continue to be kept." Xiao Changying thought about it again, and said after pondering: "Now that I think about it, the last time Song Yuan and the two of them fought in the academy, it was because she pretended to be dizzy and stopped the loss in time so that she didn't make a big fuss." ”

"The Song family?" The third prince pondered in a deep voice, "Since she is not simple, you will act carefully next time." ”

"Yes."

Provincial Book Day is approaching, and Wen Si Ge is quieter than ever. Even Song Qinsheng lowered his head with his tail between his legs, and no longer caused trouble. This tense atmosphere reached its extreme on the day of Provincial Book Day.

Song Yansheng was wearing a lotus lotus long skirt with colored treasures around her neck. She sat silently in the corner and looked at the girls dressed in the pavilion, while she was bored and fiddled with the sachet around her waist.

Although Dacheng has a female official system, the young ladies who are raised in the boudoir have no hope of becoming officials. There are only a few purposes for attending in such a grand dress. First, show your face in front of the saint and fight for fame; second, fight for the family's face; Third, looking for a son-in-law. Wensi Pavilion is all the nobles of Beijing, and the environment of the entire pavilion corridor is closed and single on weekdays. But the day of the book is different, and you can watch it in the palace of Minyang School. Most of the students in the civil and military classes were born in the powerful of Beijing, and there were even princes among them, so it was a good opportunity to find a good son-in-law for the girls in the boudoir.

But not everyone wants to, such as Yuan Ying and her, who don't want to show their style.

Song Yansheng held his chin and guessed when the holy car would arrive. After the end of the early dynasty, it is estimated that it will take half an hour from the Daming Hall to the Minyang Gate. Yuan Ying poked her elbow and said boredly, "What are you going to show?" ”

Song Yansheng made a bitter face: "I haven't thought about it yet." ”

"Hey, me too."

Here they are muttering, but the girls around them are playing the piano, painting, dancing, composing poetry, and all eighteen talents are showing their hands.

Princess Bowhui is here today. Provincial Book Day is a big day, she sat in front of Xiao Changying, with an indifferent face, looking at the girls in the pavilion and looking at Xiao Changying behind her.

Song Yansheng also looked at her. Xiao Changying has never dressed up today, she is still in her usual attire, and she is very low-key among the girls. She stood in front of the bookcase, holding a pen in her bare hands, as if she was contemplating. Because she is very beautiful and has a stunning face, anyone can see her at first sight.

If it was Xiao Changying, what she could do the most should be......

Poetry! Yes, compose poetry. In her previous life, the reputation of Xiao San's seven-step poem was known to almost everyone in Beijing, and the title of the first talented woman in Beijing also came from this.

With a number in his heart, Song Yansheng looked away, and lay on the table with Yuan Ying to talk, but Hengbo next to him was anxious, walking around, fidgeting, and said: "Girl, everyone is working hard, we can't lose." ”

Yuan Ying listened to it and laughed: "This is 'the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry', look at you girl, you are so anxious that you are sweating." ”

She pulled Hengbo to sit down, took a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, and said with a smile: "Oh, relax, relax." After speaking, he remembered one more thing, and asked Yuan Ying curiously: "What happened to your maid?" ”

"I deliberately left her a way to live, and I poured dumb medicine and expelled her from the house. She's been with me for years, after all. It's just that I heard people talk about it a while ago, saying that this girl somehow died by the moat outside the city. ”

Yuan Ying shook her head, they all knew that this matter was not strange, such a traitorous slave, there were always people who didn't want her to live. Even if you go out of the house, it will only be a dead end in the end.

While he was talking, there was a rush of movement outside Wen Si Pavilion, and a few attendant girls ran in, their faces nervous, and they ran to their young lady and said, "The royal driver has already entered the Minyang Gate." ”