Song Yan's attention was all on the pastries in the hands of the guys in the teahouse at this time, and if she was not careful, she let people take advantage of the loopholes, and when she reacted, the door of the box had been pushed open.

"Hey—"

Why is this girl getting more and more reckless?

Song Chan'er here saw that the expressions of everyone in the box suddenly froze, and the words she originally wanted to say were stuck in her mouth, unable to swallow and spit out.

How could it be them?!

Song Yan likes to dance with knives and guns on weekdays, and most of the playmates she gets together are the daughters of military generals, and their grades are not very high, which is why she has to see it regardless of etiquette.

However, she never thought that there would be someone in the house that she couldn't afford to offend.

Qu Shaoya is the daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an, and her identity is noble. Jiang Yuyao is the only junior in the Jiang family, Jiang Lao is the second grade Guanglu doctor and the first emperor's companion, even Zhou Xiang has to give three points of thin noodles. Although Qin Nan is from a merchant family, she has a noble concubine who loves her.

Compared with a few people, she, the daughter of the three-grade household Shangshu, seems to be a little inadequate.

Qu Shaoya and the others had already taken the conversation outside into their ears, and Song Yan originally thought that it could be solved after volunteering to go out, but she didn't expect that the person was so arrogant that she didn't even stop her.

"Miss Song, what are you?"

Song Chan'er felt the gaze of everyone on her, and the anger in her heart suddenly disappeared by half, and then she realized that her behavior was inappropriate.

"It turned out to be Miss Qu, you are here, it seems that today is a good day, and you will meet it as soon as you go out."

What's going on with Xiao Er in the teahouse? only knew that he stopped her but didn't tell who the people in the box were, and that Song Yan, who deliberately didn't say it, he definitely wanted to see her laugh.

There was a small sneering sound behind her, and Song Chan'er's face suddenly turned pale.

But fortunately, she knew that the people in the box were not the ones who were following her, so she hurriedly said hello without resentment, and glanced at the two strange women beside Jiang Yuyao and was stunned.

"These two young ladies are ......?"

Jiang Yuyao said, "This surname is Cheng, and next to him is Miss Shen, who is our friend."

The introduction was simple, she didn't say anything except the surname, she didn't mention the identities of the two for fear of being targeted by narrow-minded people, but this simple introduction fell into Song Chan'er's ears and became another meaning.

This is looking down on her, so he doesn't bother to mention his identity to her?

"So you're having a get-together with friends, so we won't bother."

Song Chan'er swallowed this breath and looked Cheng Xi up and down at the two of them, her eyes deliberately paused for a moment on their clothes and headdresses, and she quickly turned around and walked out.

Cheng, Shen ......

Why didn't she know that there was such a person in Beijing, and the clothes were made of very ordinary materials, and there were few pieces of jewelry, so she didn't know where she came from?

Several figures disappeared on the second floor, and several people in the box faintly heard the arrogant sound that was fading away.

Shen Xingqi moved to his side: Sister-in-law, why do I feel that the girl's eyes are a little wrong when she looks at us?

Cheng Xi: Well, it's really wrong.

Everyone saw it, and several people in the box frowned.

"This Song Chan'er must be making a bad idea again, but it really doesn't stop at all."

Song Yan sat down and snorted, "But why is she so irritable today, she usually doesn't come so diligently, could it be that something good is happening in this teahouse today?"

As soon as the words fell, a few people by the window heard clear cheers outside the window.

Hey?

Huh?

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Brother Shen is really brilliant, and I admire him."

"It deserves to be at the top of the examination list, and this poem should be the best today!"

A group of elegant students in green shirts gathered together in the Su Pavilion and looked at the rice paper in front of the table with a look of surprise on their faces.

It is a three-storey loft with tea and pastries as the basic configuration, the first floor is the hall with square tables, and the second to third floors are the main floors

The packing room, different from the teahouse next door, is that in the attic, whether it is the first floor or the box, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, piano, and chess, is a resort for readers.

Shen Xingluo's well-defined hand pinched the wolf's hair, and calmly dropped his name on the lower left side of the rice paper under the eyes of everyone who were amazed or shocked or scrutinized.

"Poetry is good, words are better."

There is a little more sharpness in the pen that I have never seen before.

Qin Zheng stood on the side and was amazed, very righteous and cheering, and Wang Zhi, Yu Heting and others next to him echoed one after another.

However, the host of the Su Ting Yaji was not very good-looking at this time, and he was standing in the corridor on the second floor with a few friends and looking down.

"The poem is well done, this Shen Zijing really has two brushes, no wonder he can win the top spot. Brother Chu, this person is definitely your and mine's rival!"

"I said, how do you grow other people's ambitions? It's just an extra test, and the students of our Guozijian haven't ended."

Some people chase it and some people disagree, and it is obvious that several people have different opinions on Shen Xingluo.

"It's just a poor kid, Brother Feng doesn't think that he can rise to the top alone, right?"

"He is from Lin'an Mansion, and he went to visit Du Shilang's Mansion a few days after hearing that he entered Beijing."

The man in the brocade robe pouted downward, "Oh, there is also a descendant of the Qin family among the few classmates next to him."

One of them glanced at the sought-after lord downstairs and disagreed, "Lord Du is upright and upright, he should disdain to pave the way for others, as for the Qin family's descendants...... It's just a junior in the third room, so don't be afraid."

Could it be that Qin Xiaogongzi could still go to the palace to find his concubine and aunt crying?

As soon as these words came out, the host man who sent the invitation paused slightly, and chuckled lightly for a while.

"It's that I'm thinking too much, so I'll congratulate a few of you in advance on winning the first class in the palace exam."

"Brother Feng's words are too early, there are many talents in the country, and we are not completely sure."

Several people were modest, but there was a little more arrogance in their faces.

The protagonist downstairs won the first prize in the poetry meeting in the congratulations of everyone, and when someone else took the pen to express his imagination, he took a few steps back and glanced towards the second floor without a trace.

***

When Shen Xingluo returned to the study, Cheng Xi was lying on the table and writing hard, and the incense-dyed flower paper was full of hairpins.

"What are you up to?"

"Write an invitation."

Cheng Xi put down the last stroke, looked at the handwriting in front of him and smiled with satisfaction.

Fortunately, the penmanship she practiced by her grandfather when she was a child has not been completely thrown, otherwise she will lose her adult.

"We've been in the capital for some time, and we're going to have a dinner with friends, what do you think?"

"It's still Madame who is thoughtful."

Shen Xingluo sat down beside her, picked up the written invitations and sorted them out one by one, "These are all women's scrolls, why don't you add Qin Zheng and invite them to come over?"

"Okay, that's a bit more lively."