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Chapter 27 【27】One more
Taixue did not finally close classes until the Chinese New Year.
Lin Feilu felt that it was a bit like a winter vacation. What's more interesting was that before the vacation, there was actually a test similar to the final exam.
It’s called a year-end inspection here. Every year, Taifu’s questions are different. This year’s exam question is called "Referring to Things to Make Poems". The students will give each other questions in pairs, and write poems based on the theme. One piece, nine pieces in total.
In the end, the Taixue Taifu judges the best and presented it to Emperor Lin, and the top three are rewarded.
Lin Feilu thinks this is much more difficult than when he had to take seven or eight courses.
Is the thing about poetry that can be made by saying it?
Obviously, Lin Jingyuan thought the same. His little head was full of big question marks: "Why didn't I take the endorsement test this year? I didn't test the debate? I didn't test the calligraphy? I memorized the book, prepared the debate and practiced. Words, in the end, I was tested for poetry?"
He intends to perform well this year to make everyone admire him!
Too bully.
He wanted to pretend to be sick and skip class. On the day of the exam, he was reluctant to go to school under Lin Feilu's supervision.
This time everyone did not enter the Taixue Hall. The Taifu set up the examination room in another courtyard. Although it was cold in winter and the snow scene was very good, he was writing poems, so it was naturally elegant.
There is no need to enter the main hall, and it does not matter if Lin Feilu follows. This was the first time she had completely seen the children of the royal nobles studying in Taixue, there were dozens of them. In order to prevent the students from cheating, the companions are not allowed to bring them.
Lin Feilu was really curious about the ancient final exams, so he wanted to follow along and was stopped by the old lady Fu.
Fortunately, Lin Qing Lin Ting was all around, and the prince was interceding with the eldest prince. When the prince learned that it was the little Fifth Princess, he didn't stop him, but told her to stand quietly and don't bother.
Lin Feilu obediently responded. After entering, there were already more than a dozen desks displayed in the open space. The desks were all available with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The Taifu asked the students to sit down in two or two teams by themselves.
Lin Qing glanced at Lin Ting and smiled: "Brother Emperor, are you and me together?"
Lin Ting was silent for two seconds, not knowing what he was thinking, but finally nodded.
Lin Feilu looked at Lin Jingyuan from a distance and didn't know what he was talking to Xi Xingjiang. The last two unlearned dudes sat together with big eyes and small eyes.
When she looked around, she felt that the number of people was a bit wrong, and she clicked it roughly, which seemed to be an odd number. After their respective teams were seated, everyone saw that they were alone.
Song Jinglan was sitting alone at the desk at the far end, no one was with him.
The Taifu then remembered that the third princess Lin Xi on the roster had already left the palace.
Others glanced twice, then withdrew their gazes at will, seeming to have been accustomed to such situations. In the Hall of Taixue, this Song Country proton also sits alone. Lin Xi, who used to haunt him, didn't want to be next to him in class, and felt insulting.
Everyone talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was friendly, but his side was quiet and silent.
But there was still a smile on his face, his eyes drooping, and he was grinding his white sleeves unhurriedly.
It's like a little poor who was isolated by classmates in gangs when he was in school.
It is tolerable, Yan Gou can't bear it.
Lin Feilu, who was standing by the tree with a small hand stove, ran over with small steps, ran to the Grand Tutor, and obediently raised his hand: "Teacher, there is one less person here."
Grand Tutor Zhengchou originally planned to ask a subordinate to make it up. Seeing her coming, his eyes lit up and he said with joy, "Okay, well, Fifth Princess will make up here."
Lin Feilu tilted his head: "But I can't write poetry."
Taifu said: "It's okay, you can refer to him."
Lin Jingyuan immediately quit: "Master, I will change with Song Jinglan!"
Xi Xingjiang: "?" He also raised his hand: "I want to change with Song Jinglan too!"
Taifu looked at these questions and the students had a headache, "Don't mess around, the fourth majesty and Xi Shizi quickly sit down, the exam will begin soon."
Others who hadn't seen Fifth Princess looked at them curiously and then withdrew their gazes. Lin Feilu slipped off his cloak, took the corner of his clothes in his arms, and happily sat down opposite Song Jinglan.
He didn't know when his grinding hands stopped, sitting gracefully and upright, looking down at her.
Lin Feilu is not accustomed to sitting on her knees. After moving for a while, she found a comfortable posture, raised her head to meet his gaze, and smiled with her eyes bent: "Your Highness, you look so beautiful in white clothes!"
Song Jinglan also smiled.
The official at the door rang his gong to signal the start of the exam.
The courtyard that was noisy just now quieted down, only occasionally speaking in a few quiet words.
Song Jinglan spread the rice paper in front of him, pressed it with an inkstone, and wrote: "Fifth Princess, please."
Lin Feilu thought it was weird and interesting. His eyes were bright, he turned his head to look east and west, and finally pointed to a withered bauhinia vine behind Song Jinglan, "Just it."
Song Jinglan turned around and glanced at it twice, thinking for a moment, and writing a poem.
Lin Feilu leaned slightly, dragging his chin with a small hand, watching him stroke by stroke, his handwriting was as beautiful as the clouds and flowing water.
The handwriting is different from the last time the stone was thrown in.
Can't help but think, was it left handwritten that time?
He quickly finished writing a poem, took the paper to dry and set it aside, and said, "Go on."
Lin Feilu pointed to the dry well not far away: "That."
Song Jinglan thought for a moment, and within a moment, it was another song.
His movements were so fast as to write poems as simple as eating white rice. Lin Feilu looked around while he was writing, Lin Jingyuan and Xi Xingjiang were still staring at each other, and they hadn't written a word yet.
After another poem, Lin Feilu couldn't help asking: "His Royal Highness, is it so easy for you to write poems?"
Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a small smile appeared in his beautiful dark eyes: "Just write casually."
He said to write casually, as if he really just wrote casually. Lin Feilu stretched out his hand and took one of them and looked at it. The handwriting was beautiful, but the poems were indeed a little ordinary based on her literary accomplishment.
Is it because I have memorized too much Li Bai Du Fu, that he feels his writing is average?
But like "Wan Ziyan red flowers bloom all over", I will too!
Even making eight poems is such a very simple poem with similar routines. With his writing method, Lin Feilu feels that he can also perform 300 poems in one live.
Song Jinglan spread out the rice paper, pressed it with the inkstone, and looked at her with a gentle smile: "The last thing."
Lin Feilu pointed at herself with a finger.
Song Jinglan was taken aback for a moment.
I heard her say in a petty voice: "Me."
His pen hand paused in the air, and a drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen. But he reacted quickly, shook his head and smiled, removed the ink-stained rice paper and replaced it with a new one. After laying it out, soft voice said to her, "Okay."
This song did not take much longer than before.
Lin Feilu guessed that he wrote a few sentences like "Little girl, white and white, jumping and jumping so cute".
After writing, she poked her head to see, but Song Jinglan had already picked up the rice paper, put this one at the bottom, and then handed the nine test papers to the master.
The students turned in papers one after another.
Lin Jingyuan and Xi Xingjiang were still pinching each other until the end, accusing each other of embarrassing themselves. Xi Xingjiang seemed to feel demeaned in arguing with this little boy who was a few years old, so he ignored him with the brush, and shouted at Lin Feilu who was not far away: "Little Douding, do you want to ride a horse on the hunting ground?"
Lin Jingyuan became even more angry: "In such a cold day, do you want to freeze my fifth sister to death?!"
Xi Xingjiang glanced at him twice, and slowly mocked: "Lin Jingyuan can't help but cannot write poems for the fourth prince."
Lin Jingyuan was so angry that he yelled, and rushed to fight him, but Lin Qing sternly stopped by the side.
Very noisy at the moment.
Lin Feilu stood up and rubbed his kneeling calf, still thinking about the last poem, and asked Song Jinglan: "His Royal Highness, what did you write in the end?"
Song Jinglan sorted out the pen and paper, still smiling gently, "I'm just a little learner, just do it casually, the princess doesn't care."
Lin Feilu pursed his lips: "This is the first time someone wrote me a poem. It is of great significance. Hasn't your Highness heard a song?"
Song Jinglan took a long time to look at her: "Huh?"
Lin Feilu cleared her throat and sang in her milky voice: "Write poems for you, stand still for you, do the impossible for you. For you and I learn how to play the piano and write lyrics, and lose your mind for you."
Song Jinglan: "..."
Lin Feilu: "..."
awkward.
It's time for her to change her habit of molesting her beautiful little brother.
Song Jinglan froze for a while, then shook his head and laughed.
He was always smiling, and Lin Feilu had seen him smiling a long time ago, but now that he laughed like this, she felt that the smile was different.
It seems that the eyes have temperature.
After the school holiday, Lin Feilu doesn't have to wake up early to supervise Lin Jingyuan's school, and feel the seal of the bed.
The snow that had stopped for a few days came down again, but it was not as big as before, just enough to appreciate the snow. The snow disaster that Emperor Lin was worried about did not happen, and he was in a good mood. He even went to the harem more often.
Recently, the palace has been busy, preparing for the banquet of the Royal New Year's reunion banquet. The previous year-round banquet was a banquet between the harem concubines, and the reunion banquet on the night of the New Year's Eve was a grand banquet for all the royal relatives and relatives.
heard from Xiao Lan that there will be 99 dishes at the reunion banquet, which means that the nine-nine-one banquet, also known as the banquet, is a Dalin tradition, which really made Lin Feilu greedy.
It's a pity that in her capacity, she can't go.
Within a few days, the results of the exam for the year of Taixue came out.
The masters selected ten poems from hundreds of poems and presented them to Emperor Lin, who finally decided the top three.
All are anonymous, and don’t know who wrote it.
But in previous years, Lin Ting and Lin Qing have basically taken the top three.
After reading it, Emperor Lin didn't hesitate to pick one of the ten poems about a girl, and said to the Taifu: "This is extraordinary, it should be the first. Which of my princes did it?"
The Grand Tutor looked through the roster and was a little surprised: "Return to your Majesty, this poem was written by Song Jinglan, the prince of Song Country."
Emperor Lin was taken aback, picked it up and read it again, "Prince Song Country? I remember that he was only mediocre and never had a good work in previous years." He looked a little deeper, "Bring me the other eight songs."
The Grand Tutor submitted eight other poems and replied: "It is strange to say that the nine poems written by the Song Country prince, the other eight are mediocre and fall into the stereotype, only the one about the girl is outstanding, and there is nothing false ."
Emperor Lin looked at them one by one, his expression finally eased, and he whispered: "It looks like a coincidence." He pondered for a while, "If this is the case, let's list this song as the third. The reward is still to be rewarded. Don't lose the Dalin temperament."
Grand Tutor Gongsheng took the command: "Yes."