Song Yan's attention was focused on the cakes in the hands of the waiter at the teahouse. Someone took advantage of her without paying attention, and by the time she reacted, the ajar door of the private room had already been pushed open.
"Hello--"
Why is this girl becoming more and more reckless?
Song Chan'er here suddenly froze when she saw the expressions of everyone in the box. The words she originally wanted to say were stuck in her mouth, unable to swallow or spit out.
How could it be them? !
Song Yan usually liked to dance with swords and guns, and most of her playmates were the daughters of military generals' families, and their grades were not very high. This was why she insisted on taking a look regardless of etiquette.
However, she never expected that there would be someone in the room that she couldn't afford to offend.
Qu Shaoya is the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, and her status is naturally noble. Jiang Yuyao is the only junior member of the Jiang family. Mr. Jiang is a second-grade Guanglu doctor and the late emperor's companion. Even the Prime Minister has to give him three points of noodles. Although Qin Nan came from a merchant family, she had a noble concubine who loved her very much.
Compared with a few others, she, a third-rank daughter of the Household Secretary, seemed a bit unworthy.
Qu Shaoya and others had already heard the conversation outside. After Song Yan volunteered to go out, she thought it could be solved, but she didn't expect that the man was so arrogant that he didn't even stop her.
"Miss Song, what are you doing?"
Song Chan'er felt everyone's gazes on her, and most of the anger in her heart disappeared. Only then did she realize how inappropriate her behavior was.
"It turns out it's Miss Qu and you guys are here. It seems like today is a good day. We met you as soon as we went out."
What happened to the waiter in the teahouse? All he knew was to stop her but not tell who the people in the box were, and Song Yan. He must have deliberately not told her because he wanted to laugh at her.
A soft sneer came from behind, and Song Chan'er's face suddenly turned green and white.
Fortunately, she knew that the people in the box were not the ones following her, so she suppressed her annoyance and hurriedly said hello. She glanced at the two strange women beside Jiang Yuyao out of the corner of her eye and was stunned.
"These two ladies are..."
Jiang Yuyao said calmly, "This person's surname is Cheng, and the one next to him is Miss Shen. She is our friend."
The introduction was simple, saying nothing except their last names. She deliberately did not mention their identities for fear of being targeted by narrow-minded people. However, this simple introduction had another meaning in Song Chan'er's ears.
Is this because you look down on her and don't bother to mention your identity to her?
"It turns out that you are gathering with friends, so we won't disturb you."
Song Chan'er swallowed this breath and looked at Cheng Xi and the two of them up and down. Her eyes paused for a moment on their clothes and headdresses with a hint of disdain, and she quickly turned around and walked out.
Cheng, Shen...
Why didn't she know that there was such a person in the capital? His clothes were made of very ordinary materials and he didn't have a few pieces of jewelry. Is he afraid he came from nowhere?
Several figures disappeared on the second floor, and several people in the box faintly heard the arrogant sounds that were gradually going away.
Shen Xingqi moved to her side: Sister-in-law, why do I feel like there's something wrong with the way that girl looks at us?
Cheng Xi: Well, something is indeed wrong.
Everyone saw it, and several people in the box frowned.
"This Song Chan'er must be making up her mind again, she really won't stop at all."
Song Yan sat down and groaned, "But why is she so irritable today? She doesn't come here so often. Could it be that something good happened in this teahouse today?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several people by the window heard clear cheers coming from outside the window.
Huh?
Huh?
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"Brother Shen is really talented in literature, I admire you."
"It deserves to be at the top of the examination. This poem is definitely the best today!"
In Su Ting Pavilion, a group of elegant students wearing blue shirts gathered together and looked at the rice paper in front of the table with surprise on their faces.
This is a three-story exquisite attic. Tea and pastries are the basic configuration. The first floor is a hall with square tables. The second to third floors are mainly
The private dining room is different from the teahouse next door in that pens, ink, paper, inkstones, piano and chess are provided in both the first floor and the private dining room. It is a resort for scholars.
Chen Xingluo held the wolf hair in his knuckled hands, and calmly wrote his name on the bottom left of the rice paper under the eyes of everyone who was either amazed, shocked or scrutinizing.
"Poems are good, but words are even better."
There is a bit more sharpness in writing that I have never seen before.
Qin Zheng stood on one side and marveled, cheering very loyally. Wang Zhi, Yu Heting and others next to him all agreed.
However, the host of the Su Ting Elegant Gathering didn't look very good at the moment. He was standing in the corridor on the second floor with a few friends, looking down.
"The poetry is well done. This Shen Zijing really has two skills. No wonder he won the top spot. Brother Chu, this person is definitely a strong enemy of you and me!"
"How can you embody other people's ambitions? It's just an additional test, and our students at the Imperial College will not end up there."
Some people admire him while others object to him. It is obvious that several people have different views on Shen Xingluo.
"He's just a kid from a humble family. Brother Feng doesn't think he can rise to great heights just by himself, right?"
"He is from Lin'an Prefecture. He went to visit Mr. Du Shilang's house a few days after hearing that he entered the capital."
The man in brocade robes pursed his lips, "Well, among the classmates next to him there is a direct descendant of the Qin family."
One of them glanced at the sought-after rightful owner downstairs and said indifferently, "Master Du is upright and upright. He probably doesn't bother to pave the way for others. As for the direct descendant of the Qin family... he is just a junior from the third room. , nothing to be afraid of.”
Is it possible that Young Master Qin can go to the palace to cry to his aunt?
As soon as these words came out, the host man who sent the invitation paused slightly and chuckled for a while.
"I am overthinking it, so I would like to congratulate you in advance on winning the first prize in the palace examination."
"Brother Feng, it's too early to say this. There are many talents in the Imperial College, and we are not completely sure."
Several people spoke modestly, but their faces were a little more arrogant.
The protagonist downstairs won the first prize in this poetry competition amidst the congratulations of everyone. When others wrote their poems, he took a few steps back and glanced towards the second floor without leaving any trace.
***
When Chen Xingluo returned to the study, Cheng Xi was lying in front of the table writing furiously. The incense-stained flower paper was covered with small regular scripts made of hairpins.
"What are you busy with?"
"Write an invitation."
Cheng Xi put down the last stroke and smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the handwriting in front of him.
Fortunately, the writing skills she developed after being whipped by her grandfather when she was a child have not yet been completely thrown away, otherwise she would be humiliated.
"We have been in the capital for a while, and we plan to have a banquet with our friends. What do you think?"
"Madam is very considerate."
Chen Xingluo sat down next to her, picked up the invitations he had written and sorted them out one by one, "These are all about women, why not add Qin Zheng and the others and invite them to come together?"
"Okay, this will be more lively."
