As soon as this news arrived, the girls of Wensi Pavilion were sitting in danger. However, after a stick of incense, Mama Jiao Xi led several palace maids into Wensi Pavilion to spread the word.

"Girls, Kang'an. The Holy Lord's message, the weather is good today, the sun is not poisonous, and the girls of Wensi Pavilion moved to the garden of Guanyi Hall. Please. ”

The large garden of Guanyitang is close to the Baoli Lake of the School Palace, and the fragrance of lotus flowers on the shore wafts in the wind. When I entered the garden, I found that the table had been set up in the garden, the throne was set up in front, the tent was shading, and two incense burners were placed on the desk, burning the aroma of repelling mosquitoes and refreshing the gods.

The girls took their seats in this green flower. Then the queen's chariot arrived.

"Mother, Wan Fu Jin'an." Song Yansheng bowed down with them, raised his head slightly, and only saw the back of the queen walking over, her clothes were red, extremely luxurious, and she brought a burst of incense with her. When she was seated, the girls got up in twos and threes.

The queen doesn't look young anymore, even if she wears exquisite makeup impeccably. She wore a very heavy phoenix crown, sat on the upper seat and swept the people underground, her eyes were very sharp, and she didn't look gentle, even if she had a smile on her face.

The coercion is very heavy.

A chamberlain approached her, and after a while, he raised a sharp voice and said, "Niangniang has a purpose, girls, please sit down, you don't have to be formal, just be ordinary." ”

"It's a good day today, Wen Sige will enjoy the singing and dancing first, and then watch the poems."

Yuan Ying and Song Yansheng got together, and the two picked up the pen and unconsciously scribbled on the paper while observing the first batch of girls who were prepared. On the big day of the provincial book, the girls naturally choose what they are best at to show. Song Yansheng held his chin and looked ahead, the first one had already gone up. This first one is the most eye-catching. Sure enough, it was the sound of Song Qin.

Song Qinsheng raised his head, walked to the center with his phoenix tail, and saluted the queen. She looked at her fifth sister and helped her forehead. But Yuan Ying laughed on the side, and was overjoyed: "It's really you, the fifth sister." ”

Song Qinsheng is the most flamboyant person who does not know how to retreat, and he is quite complacent in his piano skills, but he doesn't have much eyesight, and he doesn't like to think, and he often offends many people by his own temperament. As the saying goes, a gun shoots a bird. On the day of the provincial book, there are princesses and county lords in Wensi Pavilion, and the other is divided into older and younger. Besides, Princess Minghui is the queen's concubine. Although Song Qinsheng has outstanding piano skills, she was the first to rush forward, I don't know what the queen thinks. Song Yansheng can only pray that her fifth sister will not mess up, that is really a big joke in the Song Mansion.

"Let her go." She looked at Minghui's side, the princess had changed into a Hu skirt, the maids had already worn bells and ornaments for her, and now that Song Qinsheng was on the stage, she had to sit down again, protect her left hand that covered her gloves, and talk to Xiao Changying beside her, while looking at Song Qinsheng a few times.

She stared at the front for a while, feeling an indescribable strangeness in her heart, and when the Song Qin was tuned and began to play, she frowned suddenly.

"Little Liu, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Ying was strange, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the sound of the piano, so she leaned over and asked: "The ballad of the phoenix, the main palace is here, it's also appropriate." ”

It's just that this song was chosen incorrectly. The ballad of the phoenix is a song composed by Emperor Ruiwen for the concubine Kangjia in the previous dynasty, with the phoenix as a metaphor, it can be seen that the love of pets is prosperous, but the concubine is not the main palace after all, which makes the queen embarrassed.

"You said that she doesn't play so many tunes on weekdays, why did she choose this one today? It's self-defeating. She whispered the reason, and Yuan Ying became anxious: "You, fifth sister, how can you be so inconsiderate?" ”

"It's probably misleading." She groaned slightly and glanced at Xiao Changying. This glance met her gaze for a moment, and the other nodded lightly and turned his head away with a smile.

For Song Qinsheng, the troublemaker, if he has the slightest ability to distinguish between right and wrong, he will not be manipulated to this point. She let out a long sigh and looked at the stained ink on the paper.

At the end of the song of Song Qinsheng, he hugged the qin and saluted, but he did not wait for the queen's praise. She was quite puzzled, and after returning to her position, Xiao Changying nodded affirmatively at her, and most of the depression in her heart disappeared, and she returned to her usual arrogant expression. It is estimated that it will take a while for the display of dance and piano skills, so Song Yansheng simply got up and looked left and right to see what books and texts the girls were showing. Xiao Changying's side is okay, all the girls are around her, and there are people who practice calligraphy, write poems, and paint. She noticed a girl who was about the same size as her, her eyes were raw, it seemed to be the Fu family, and the picture of the Danqing Mountain River was really amazing.

After turning around like this, she returned to her position to look at the old plum tree that had not been painted, which was remarkable, and she had no intention of being in the limelight, so she dipped it in ink and continued to paint. Yuan Yingzuo looked and looked, still didn't know what to show, and wanted to sneak out.

At this moment, the girl of the Hu family walked towards her, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, her steps were crooked, and all the ink on the table was spilled, and all the spots were splashed on the drawing paper!

This time it's good, and the old plum tree that took a lot of effort will be destroyed. Song Yansheng was stunned for a moment and looked up.

"Hey, how do you walk?" Yuan Ying looked at her painting and then at the Hu girl, and said angrily.

"I'm sorry, the sun is shining, what can I do, sixth girl?"

Sun? The hour has not yet risen. She stopped her pen and wiped the ink on her hands, and some of it splashed on her clothes, and no matter how much Hengbo helped her wipe it, she couldn't wipe it clean.

"You still ask what to do, on purpose, you!" Yuan Ying looked at her bookcase next to her, ho, it is also a painting, the four gentlemen in the flowers, and the theme is similar, no wonder she wants to make it bad.

The movement here quickly attracted people, and the song and dance show was almost over, and it was time for the book to be presented. The female envoy beside the queen also came over to check the situation, and there was no time to make another one now.

"Little Liu......" Yuan Ying frowned and looked at the painting, the ink was dotted, and it was difficult to remedy.

Song Yansheng didn't have time to react for a while, and the girls saw her like this, and they unconsciously pinched a cold sweat for her. She stood up on the table and looked straight at Miss Hu.

"Sixth girl, I didn't mean to, this ......" Everyone watched, she was not so hard, so she took a handkerchief and began to wipe her tears. If I am not mistaken, this Hu girl should be from Xiao Changying's side, and she used to play together in Wensi Pavilion. With this in mind, she ignored the weeping face and turned her gaze to her own painting.

It has been ruined, if it can be remedied......

Pregnant!

Everyone watched as Miss Song Liu picked up the inkstone, and the ink was dripping, and it was completely swayed on the drawing paper!

"This ......!" Isn't the sixth girl dizzy in a panic?!

She was in a hurry, and she didn't have time to pay attention to the exclamations around her, so with a hard hand, she folded the pen barrel twice, and threw the truncated pen head, which happened to fall at Miss Hu's feet.

"Don't worry, Ah Hao will perform a little trick for everyone."

Miss Hu's eyes widened, and she watched as Song Liu's girl calmly took the hollow pen barrel and blew on the vertical and horizontal splashes of ink on the paper, and the ink stains that had not dried began to move on the paper in an orderly manner with the air flow she blew. At first, it was inexplicable, but after a while, everyone saw some fame.

The ink color flows on the old plum tree that has never been completed, blending with the ink stains that have just been splashed, stretching and winding out many branches, large or small, thick or thin, with a strange shape, adding a bit of ruggedness and informality to this plum tree, and the picture looks more tense, gradually revealing unexpected effects.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Yuan Ying said happily, and also learned from her to break the pen barrel and blow ink on the paper. The girls at the table were stunned and watched the two of them play more and more happily, and when they came back to their senses, how could there be so many people in Guanyi Hall at this time!

"The Holy Driver has arrived—"

A shrill voice suddenly provoked, Song Yan was caught off guard and trembled, made a move, and raised his head.

My God, who can tell her when the holy drive will arrive! Wenji's inquiry ended so quickly?

The girls fell to their knees, Yuan Ying was still playing, she calmly pulled the corner of her clothes to signal, this little county lord looked up distractedly, ho! The two hurriedly hid their faces and knelt down.

Emperor Mingde was dressed in bright yellow, and there were close ministers and several princes standing beside him. The gentlemen of the school palace led the way, and the students of both civil and military classes followed behind, which can be described as mighty.

"Get up." A group of people did not stop, and followed Emperor Mingde into the garden. When he sat down, he raised his hand and pointed in this direction and asked, "Who are these two girls?" The voice can't hear joy and anger, even if it is an ordinary question, it is very coercive.

Song Yansheng heard the voice of her father Song Yue, and then Zhenguo Gong came out of the ranks, Yuan Ying secretly glanced up, and was glared at by her own father. Later, an attendant came over and took away the painting on the table and presented it.

Emperor Mingde showed the picture scroll, and found it very interesting, looked at Song Yue and said: "It was Song Qing's palm bead, and your daughter is quite quick and smart. He ordered Song Yansheng to step forward.

Yuan Ying winked at her and pointed to her face. She paused in her footsteps, it must have been the ink on her face, and it was terrible.

"Courtesy Song Yansheng, meet the saint." She bowed her eyebrows and knelt down, her face bowed.

"Don't be formal, get up, give me a seat."

She was shocked, and the people who had entered the garden had not yet sat down, and among them there were even princes and important ministers, so she took a step back and knelt down and said, "The courtiers don't dare." ”

"It doesn't matter. Li Lu, you help the sixth girl to get up and speak. She was helped up and seated by the attendants, which was very close to the Holy One. The queen sat next to her with a flat face, and a tall young man stood beside her, dressed in brocade and jade, extremely gentle and elegant. Again, he crashed into the sight of the six princes who seemed to be smiling. He is still dressed in white today, with his black hair tied up, a white hosta carved with crane patterns, and his eyebrows and eyes are pitch black. There were a few people next to her, most of them were close ministers, and there were students from the civil and military classes standing below, she wanted to blink and smile after seeing Song Meiheng, but it was really inappropriate now, so she withdrew her gaze and lowered her eyebrows.

Emperor Mingde looked at the painting with great interest, and then laughed loudly: "This painting is good, and Momei Baixue is also." ”