Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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Taixue didn't stop classes until the New Year's Day.

Lin Feilu felt that this was a bit like a winter vacation. What was even more interesting was that before the vacation, there was actually a test similar to the final exam.

This is called the year-end inspection. The questions asked by Taifu are different every year. This year's exam is called "Poems by Pointing to Objects". One piece, nine pieces in total.

In the end, the best ones were selected by the Taixue Taifu and presented to Emperor Lin for review. The top three were awarded as awards.

Lin Feilu felt that this was much more difficult than when he had to take seven or eight courses back then.

Poetry, is it something that can be done just by saying it?

Obviously, Lin Jingyuan thought so too, and his small head was full of big question marks: "Why don't you take the endorsement exam this year? Don't take the debate exam? Don't take the calligraphy exam? words, and the result was the final test to write a poem?"

He intends to perform well this year to make everyone admire him!

Too bullying.

He wanted to pretend to be sick and skip class. On the day of the exam, he was reluctant to go to Taixue under the supervision of Lin Feilu.

This time, everyone did not enter the Taixue Palace. Taifu set up the examination room in another courtyard. Although it was cold in winter, the snow scene was very good. That is, when writing poetry, it was natural to be elegant.

There is no need to enter the hall, Lin Feilu can follow. This was the first time she had seen completely the children of the royal aristocracy studying in Taixue, there were dozens of them. In order to prevent the students from cheating, the companions are also not allowed to bring them.

Lin Feilu was really curious about the ancient final exams, so he wanted to follow him to see and see, but he was stopped by the old lady when he entered.

Fortunately, Lin Qing and Lin Ting were all by the side. When the prince and the eldest prince interceded, the grandfather knew that it was the fifth princess, so he didn't stop her, and only told her to stand quietly and not to disturb.

Lin Feilu obeyed obediently. After entering, there were more than ten desks displayed in the open space, and the desks were complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The master asked the students to sit down by themselves in two or two teams.

Lin Qing glanced at Lin Ting and said with a smile, "Brother Huang, are you and me together?"

Lin Qing was silent for two seconds, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally nodded.

Lin Feilu watched from a distance what Lin Jingyuan was saying to Xi Xingjiang, and the last two ignorant dudes sat together with big eyes and small eyes.

When she looked at it, she felt that the number of people was a bit wrong, and she clicked roughly, it seemed to be an odd number. When their respective teams were finished, they took their seats one after another. When everyone saw it, it turned out that there was only one person left.

Song Jinglan sat alone at the farthest desk, no one was with him.

It was only then that Tai Fu remembered that Lin Xi, the third princess on the roster, had already left the palace.

Others glanced at them, and then looked back at will, as if they were used to this kind of situation. In the Taixue Palace, the proton of the Song Kingdom also sat alone. Lin Xi, who used to love to entangle him, didn't want to be next to him in class, feeling that it was humiliating.

Everyone was talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was friendly, but Xiaotiandi on his side was quiet and silent.

But there was still a smile on his face, his eyes drooping, and he was grinding with his white wide sleeves in a hurry.

She looks very much like the poor little one who was isolated by the gangs of her classmates when she was in school.

It is bearable, but Yan Gou cannot bear it.

Lin Feilu, who was standing under the tree with a small stove in his hand, ran over with small steps, ran to Taifu, and raised his hand obediently: "Teacher, there is one less person here."

As for Taifu Zhengchou, he originally planned to call a subordinate to fill it up. Seeing her coming, his eyes lit up and he said with joy, "Okay, the fifth princess will make it up here."

Lin Feilu tilted his head: "But I can't write poetry."

Tai Fu said: "It's okay, you can just point to him."

Lin Jingyuan immediately quit: "Teacher, I'll exchange with Song Jinglan!"

Xi Xingjiang: "?" He also raised his hand: "I want to exchange with Song Jinglan too!" Taifu looked at these questions and the students had a headache, "Don't make a fool of yourself, the Fourth Highness and Shizi Xi will sit down, the exam will start soon. ."

Others who had not seen the Fifth Princess looked at them curiously and then retracted their gazes. Lin Feilu slipped off his cloak, held the corner of his clothes in his arms, and sat down happily opposite Song Jinglan.

He didn't know when his grinding hands stopped, and he was sitting gracefully and upright, looking down at her. Lin Feilu was not used to sitting on his knees, so he moved for a while before he found a comfortable position, raised his head to meet his gaze, and smiled with his eyes bent: "Your Highness, you look so good in white!"

Song Jinglan also smiled.

The official at the door rang the gong in his hand to signal the start of the exam.

The courtyard, which was still noisy just now, suddenly became quiet, with only a few whispered conversations occasionally.

Song Jinglan laid out the rice paper in front of her, pressed it with an inkstone, and wrote, "Five princesses, please."

Lin Feilu found it strange and interesting, his eyes were bright, he turned his head to look around, and finally pointed to a withered bauhinia vine behind Song Jinglan, "Let's do it."

Song Jinglan looked back, thought for a moment, and wrote a poem.

Lin Feilu leaned over slightly, dragged his chin with his small hand, and watched his strokes, his handwriting was like flowing water, and he was beautiful in one go.

The handwriting is different from the last time the stone was thrown in.

I can't help but wonder, was it written with the left hand?

He finished writing a song very quickly, put the paper aside to dry, and said, "Continue." Lin Feilu pointed not far away.

The dry well: "That."

Song Jinglan thought for a while, and after a while, it was another song.

His movements were as fast as composing poetry 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 song, Lin Feilu couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, is it so easy for you to write poetry?"

Song Jinglan raised her eyebrows slightly, her beautiful dark eyes smiling lightly: "Just write whatever you want."

He said to write casually, as if he really just wrote casually. Lin Feilu reached out and took one of them and looked at it. The handwriting was beautiful, but the verses were indeed a bit ordinary based on her literary accomplishment.

Could it be that he recited a lot of Li Bai and Du Fu, that he thought his writing was mediocre?

But like "Wan Zi Yan Hong Hua Blossoms", I can do it myself!

He even wrote eight poems, all of which are very simple and consistent in the same way. With his writing style, Lin Feilu felt that he could also perform a live performance of three hundred poems.

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 himself with his finger.

Song Jinglan was stunned for a moment.

I heard her say in a small voice, "Me."

His hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air, and a drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen. But he quickly reacted, shook his head and smiled, removed the ink-dyed rice paper, replaced it with a new one, and said to her in a warm voice, "Okay."

This one doesn't take much longer than before.

Lin Feilu guessed that he wrote a few sentences like "Little girl, white and white, jumping and jumping is so cute".

After writing, she stuck her head out to read, 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 handed in papers one after another.

Lin Jingyuan and Xi Xingjiang dragged on each other until the end, accusing each other of embarrassing themselves. Xi Xingjiang seemed to feel that arguing with this little brat who was a few years younger than himself was out of style, he ignored him after throwing the brush away, and called out to Lin Feilu not far away, "Xiaodouding, are you going to the hunting grounds to ride a horse?"

Lin Jingyuan was even more angry: "In such a cold day, do you want to freeze my fifth sister to death?!"

Xi Xingjiang glanced at him, and sneered slowly: "I can't help Feng Lin Jingyuan, I can't write poems for the fourth prince."

Lin Jingyuan was so angry that he screamed, and rushed up to fight him, but was stopped by Lin Qing, who was standing beside him.

Very noisy for a while.

Lin Feilu stood up and rubbed his numb calf, still thinking about the last poem, and asked Song Jinglan, "Your Highness, what did you write last?"

Song Jinglan sorted out the pen and paper, still with a gentle smile, "I'm just a novice, I just do it casually, the princess doesn't need to care."

Lin Feilu pouted: "It's the first time someone wrote a poem for me, it's very meaningful. Haven't your Highness heard a song before?"

Song Jinglan looked at her at leisure: "Huh?"

Lin Feilu cleared her throat and sang in her milky voice: "Write poetry for you, be still for you, do impossible things for you. For you and me, I learned to play the piano and write lyrics, and I lost my mind for you."

Song Jinglan: "..."

Lin Feilu: "..."

Awkward.

It's time for her to change her habit of teasing the pretty little brother.

Song Jinglan was really stunned for a while, then shook his head and laughed.

He was always smiling, and Lin Feilu had long been used to his smile, but now that he laughed like this, she realized that the smile was different.

It seems that the eyes are warm.

After Taixue's holiday, Lin Feilu didn't have to get up early to supervise Lin Jingyuan's schooling, and felt the seal of the quilt to the fullest.

The snow that had stopped for a few days fell again, but it was no bigger than before. It was just enough to enjoy the snow. The snow disaster that Lin Di was worried about did not happen, and he was in a good mood. He even went to the harem more times.

The palace has been busy recently, preparing for the banquet of the Royal Reunion Banquet for the Chinese New Year. The previous year-round banquet was a banquet between concubines and concubines in the harem, and the reunion banquet on the night of the New Year's 30 was a grand banquet for all the royal family members.

Hearing Xiao Lan say that there will be ninety-nine dishes at the reunion banquet, which means that ninety-nine return to one, also known as the reunion banquet, which is the tradition of Dalin, which really made Lin Feilu greedy.

It's a pity that in her capacity, she can't go.

In a few days, the results of the exam for this year of Taixue came out.

Taifus selected ten poems from hundreds of poems and presented them to Emperor Lin, who finally decided the top three.

It's all anonymous, and I don't know who wrote it.

But in previous years, Lin Ting and Lin Qing had basically taken the top three.

After reading it, Emperor Lin did not hesitate to choose one of the ten songs written about girls, and said to the master, "This is extraordinary, and it should be the first. Which prince wrote it?"

Taifu looked through the register and was a little surprised: "Go back to your majesty, this poem was written by Song Jinglan, the prince of the Song Dynasty."

Lin Di was stunned for a moment, then picked it up and read it again, "Prince of Song? I remember that he was mediocre, and he never had any good works in previous years."

The master presented the other eight poems and replied, "It's strange to say that the nine poems written by the prince of the Song Dynasty, the other eight poems are mediocre and fall into the clichés, only the one written by the girl is outstanding, and there is no falsehood. ."

Lin Di looked at them one by one, his expression finally softened, and said softly: "It seems like a coincidence." He pondered, "In that case, let's list this song as third. The reward should still be rewarded, Don't lose Dalin's bearing."

Tai Fu respectfully took the order: "Yes."

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