The reaction of everyone present naturally fell into Song Jiayao's eyes, but the initiator of this situation still drank tea on the side as if it was nothing to do with him.

The white sleeves are flicked, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, a pair of jade-like hands are raised, and he bows his head and takes a sip, as if he feels the gaze of his sweetheart behind him, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raise a little.

Looking at it this way, no one thinks that this person will have any connection with the rumored murderous, cold-blooded and ruthless Ping'an Hou.

And the few women who threw their veils at Nangong Jin finally came back to their senses, and looked at them tremblingly, wondering if they would be arrested by this Ping'an Hou to vent their anger.

Unexpectedly, when they saw such a picture, they immediately felt that their hearts were full of flowers, as if his smile, any beautiful scenery was lost, and the soul that was finally settled was taken away in an instant.

"Hou Ye deserves to be Hou Ye, just participating in a small competition can set off such an uproar."

Thinking about how to make the little girl fall for herself, the smile on her lips had not faded, Nangong Jin heard a familiar voice coming from behind him, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

"General Song Xiao has won the award, and this king has always been like this."

Hearing that Song Anguo's words were tingling, Nangong Jin was not to be outdone, he looked at him, and did not look at him, and stabbed his sore spot quietly.

Sure enough, this sentence made its muscles burst out.

Although Song Anguo has made a lot of contributions in recent years, he is still too young in the end, even though he has a deep military industry, but in this court, he is still despised by some old ministers, and even the courtiers with some forces have a lot of disdain for him, and they call him a little general in private, which means contempt.

At this time, Nangong Jin called him like this, and it immediately hit the sore spot in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that it was now the first flower banquet of Princess Dongping, otherwise I would have to have a good competition with it.

"You two don't say a word, don't you think you don't talk too much in Su Ri? The princess is about to announce the list of those who have entered the re-examination, and Hou Ye will not see if there is any herself. ”

Seeing that her brother and Nangong Jin were so tense again, Song Jiayao sighed slightly, and then stepped forward to hold Song Anguo's arm, pulled him to his side, and helped him down.

But for Nangong Jin, there is no such good treatment.

This made his heart feel like a vinegar jar, sour.

"What the hell is going on? You must see clearly why these words really blame Benhou for all the faults. ”

was so wronged by her sweetheart, Nangong Jin didn't feel good in her heart, and her behavior suddenly became more serious like a child.

"That Fang Cai Hou Ye and my brother have dealings, isn't it even even."

Facing such Nangong Jin, although Song Jiayao was also a little surprised in his heart, he still said patiently, although he still didn't want to have anything to do with Nangong Jin in his heart, but since he had already met, he didn't want these two men to quarrel in front of him.

"This poem is written with a different flavor, it was actually written by Ping'an Hou."

Seeing that Nangong Jin seemed to want to argue a few more words, but was interrupted by the sudden voice of the first brother, the princess of Dongping was flipping through all the poems, and happened to turn to Nangong Jin, and said it in surprise.

For a while, the attention on the field was focused on Nangong Jin, which made him have to put aside the idea of continuing to talk to Song Jiayao for the time being, and stepped forward.

"I don't dare to take the flavor, I came to protect it today, it was to celebrate the princess's birthday, I was contempt, and I was quite interested, so I wrote two sentences in my essay, it's not good, the princess doesn't want to laugh."

Although Nangong Jin is an indispensable marquis of peace, he is still extremely thoughtful about the etiquette of his elders, but it is only shallow and shallow in meaning, which can be regarded as giving enough face.

"The silver jade plate, the white silk surface, fell into a frost and frost land, and it was scattered into the breeze. In addition to his superb martial arts and outstanding mind, he also has unattained literary attainments. When I saw it today, it was true. ”

Princess Dongping smiled kindly, read the wet sticker on her hand again, and couldn't help but praise.

"The princess is overrated"

It seemed that Nangong Jin had no intention of continuing to talk, and Princess Dongping stopped playing flowers and continued to focus on other times when she was injured.

Nangong Jin was free, and the others returned to their positions, but at this time, they no longer had the nature of talking like Fang Cai, so they had to drink tea quietly in their positions.

After that, Princess Dongping selected a few more people, and a total of eight people were gathered to continue the retest, and Lin An was naturally on the list. “”

"The retest is not as simple as that, if you can't think of it, you might as well ask for help from the sidelines."

At the beginning, he had already seen Nangong Jin's talent, and Song Anguo naturally knew that he would never be stopped by this nurse, but now, he was just holding the hundreds of Tang poems and Song Ci in his belly to squeeze Nangong Jin.

It's also strange to say, as soon as I saw Nangong Jin, Song Anguo felt that people were not my own temper, don't want to, keep finding fault with him.

At first, he couldn't figure out why, but recently he could be sure that it was because he felt a potential threat, and that the man might steal his only sister.

For this kind of person, how could he, as an elder brother, make him feel better.

On the other hand, Nangong Jin seemed to have listened to Song Jiayao's words, and he didn't say anything in the face of such a provocation, just snorted contemptuously twice, his eyes didn't move, and he quietly waited for Princess Dongping to continue to ask questions.

Soon the voice of Princess Dongping came from the main seat.

"This sign says Bai Lu, but since it is a retest, then this princess, I think that just using this as a topic, it will lose some fun, why don't you connect this question with a thing present, and use it to make a poem, how about it?"

Connected with the objects present, this undoubtedly increased the difficulty of this competition, and suddenly a few people began to scratch their ears and cheeks, thinking hard about what this white dew could connect with at this time.

Hearing this question, Nangong Jin was also imperceptible, frowning, after all, he is also a person who plays with power more than poetry. At this time, this question is really a little difficult for him.

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the water side."

While he was pondering and couldn't figure out how to make this poem, a note was thrown behind him and opened it, and it read like this.

What a wonderful sentence.

Turning his head to look, he saw Song Anguo, and immediately turned his head away, telling him that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Nangong Jin smiled secretly in his heart, but he did not refuse Song Anguo's poem, he remembered that he and Song Anguo had the same goal at this time.

Defeat Lin An and win the lottery, he wants both.

So he pushed the boat down the river and handed over the verse.

Such a good sentence naturally won a noisy meal, Nangong Jin just opened the fan and naturally covered his face, giving people a sense of arrogance.

It was precisely this kind of unstoppable action that caused the young lady's spring heart to overflow, and Song Jiayao was naturally intoxicated, which made Song Anguo unhappy, but thinking that their goal at this time was to defeat Lin An, they didn't have a seizure, and just let Nangong Jin take advantage.

After this competition, three people were selected to enter the finals, Nangong Jin was naturally listed, as well as Zhao Jinpeng, the son of the Zhao family, and the last one was their common opponent Lin An.

"I didn't expect this kid to have two brushes and make it to the finals." Song Anguo muttered to Song Jiayao beside him.

Song Jiayao didn't make a sound, her eyes looked at Nangong Jin unconsciously.

As an elder brother, Song Anguo shook his head, knowing that no matter what he did, this sister's heart had already flown to others.

"First of all, congratulations to our three selected candidates, who entered the finals, and we changed the way we played in the finals, which is to randomly select a young lady to participate in our first flower party and come up with a topic."

As soon as Princess Dongping's voice fell, someone in the audience shouted: "What kind of pumping method is that?" ”

"In ancient times, there was a husband who threw a hydrangea, but now, can I use this hydrangea to choose a question?"

The audience responded one after another, shouting: "This method is very good. “

While talking, a maid had already taken out the hydrangea, and some young ladies in the audience were still a little shy and didn't dare to pick up the hydrangea, but Song Jiayao was interested and eager to try.

The maid threw the hydrangea in the air, and the ball flew towards Song Jiayao like a leg, and the hydrangea came to Song Anguo's side, and Song Anguo stuffed it into his sister's hand.

Many rich ladies were a little angry at Song Anguo's behavior, but because of his identity, he didn't dare to attack, and those sons were fine, just watching the play from the side.

Song Jiayao walked to the stage with the hydrangea, and the unhappy young lady on the side wanted to stretch out her feet to mess with her, and wanted to see her embarrassment, but she easily resolved it, and she didn't bother to take care of such pediatrics.

When he arrived on the stage, he first saluted Princess Dongping, and then thought for a moment and said: "Don't say much, I'll talk about my topic directly, today is the first flower meeting, then my topic is flowers." ”

At first glance, this topic is not difficult to think about, and it can even be said that it comes out of your mouth, but it is also difficult to say that it is refreshing.

Hearing the question, Lin An showed a smile on his face and said loudly: "The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. ”

This poem is really good for an occasion like today, but it just makes the young ladies blush, but it also makes Lin An out of the limelight.

The son of the Zhao family was naturally not to be outdone, and said in a hurry: "The flowers can be broken and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches." ”

The poems are naturally good, but the momentum is weakening, but it has not caused a big movement, at this time, everyone's eyes are looking at Nangong Jin, as the finale, everyone still has a lot of expectations for him.

With the experience of the last time, Song Anguo didn't want to help Nangong Jin anymore, just waiting for him to dedicate his skills, after all, this is his sister's topic, if he can't say this, what ability does he have to marry his own sister, so he also looked at Nangong Jin.

I saw Nangong Jin stand up unhurriedly, crank the folding fan in his hand, and said: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of applause from the audience, and even Lin An unconsciously looked at Nangong Jin twice.