The Imperial Academy was almost closed until the Chinese New Year.

Lin Feilu felt that this was a bit like the winter vacation. What’s more interesting is that before the holiday, there were actually tests similar to final exams.

Here is called the year-end examination. The questions given by the Taifu every year are different. This year's test questions are called "Poetry by Poetry". Students group in groups to give each other questions. Whenever they point, they must write a poem based on the theme, and write nine poems in total.

Finally, the Taixue Taifu selected the best and presented it to Emperor Lin for review. The top three were commended.

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

Can poetry be produced by just writing?

Obviously, Lin Jingyuan thought so too, and his little head was filled with big questions: "Why don't you take the exam for memorization this year? Don't take the exam for debate? Don't take the exam for calligraphy? I memorized the books, prepared for debate, and practiced calligraphy, but finally got the exam for poetry?"

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

Too bullying.

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

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 was very good, it was just writing poetry, so it was naturally elegant.

It would be fine if Lin Feilu didn't have to enter the hall. This was the first time she had seen dozens of royal nobles studying in the Imperial Academy. In order to prevent the students from cheating, the servants were not allowed to take them.

Lin Feilu was really a little curious about the ancient final exams, so she wanted to follow her and see them. When she went in, she was stopped by the old tutor.

Fortunately, Lin Qing and Lin Ting were all around, and the prince pleaded with the eldest prince. When the tutor learned that it was the fifth princess, he did not stop him, but only told her to stand quietly and not to disturb her.

Lin Feilu obediently responded. After entering, more than ten desk tables were displayed on the open open space, with all the pens, inks and paper on the desk tables. The Taifu asked the students to sit down in groups on their own.

Lin Qing glanced at Lin Ting and smiled and said, "Brother, are you and me together?"

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

Lin Feilu looked at Lin Jingyuan from a distance and didn't know what he was saying to Xi Xingjiang. In the end, the two ignorant playboys sat together with wide eyes.

When she looked around, she felt that the number of people was a little wrong. She pointed it out briefly, and it seemed to be an odd number. After each team formed, they all sat down one after another. When everyone saw that there was indeed only one person.

Song Jinglan sat alone at the desk at the edge of the table, no one was with him.

The Grand Tutor then remembered that the third princess Lin Xi on the list had already left the palace.

The others glanced at him and then took back their eyes at will, as if they were already commonplace with such situations. In the Taixue Hall, the proton of the Song Kingdom also sat alone. Lin Xi, who used to be pestering him, refused to be next to him during class, and felt that it was a disgrace to him.

Everyone talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was friendly, but his small world was quiet and silent.

But he still had a smile on his face, his eyes were drooping, and his white wide sleeves were rolled up and polished without any haste.

It's like a little pitiful little girl who was isolated by her classmates when she was in school.

It's tolerant, but Yan Gou can't.

Lin Feilu, who was standing under the tree with a small hand stove in her hand, ran over with a small step, ran to the Grand Tutor, and raised her hand obediently: "Teacher, there is one missing person here."

The Grand Tutor was worried, and originally planned to ask his subordinates to make up. When he saw her coming, his eyes lit up and said happily: "Okay, okay, the fifth princess will make up here."

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

The tutor said: "No obstacle, just point something to him."

Lin Jingyuan immediately stopped doing it: "Trial tutor, I will change with Song Jinglan!"

Xi Xingjiang: "?" He also raised his hand: "I want to exchange with Song Jinglan too!"

The Grand Tutor looked at these problems and felt a headache for the students, "Don't mess around, the Fourth Prince and Prince Xi should sit down quickly, the exam will begin soon."

Others who had never seen the fifth princess looked at her curiously and then withdrew her gaze. Lin Feilu slipped off her cloak, held the corner of her clothes in her arms, and sat down happily opposite Song Jinglan.

His grinding hand stopped at some point, and he sat gracefully and upright, looking down at her.

Lin Feilu was not used to kneeling down. She moved for a while before finding a comfortable position. She looked up and met his gaze, bent her eyes and smiled: "Your Highness, you look so good in white clothes!"

Song Jinglan smiled.

The official at the door rings the gong in his hand and signals the start of the exam.

The courtyard that was still making noise just now suddenly became quiet, and only occasionally spoke in a few low voices.

Song Jinglan laid the rice paper in front of him, pressed it with an inkstone, and held the pen and said, "Fifth Princess, please."

Lin Feilu found it strangely interesting, her eyes were bright, she turned her little head and looked around, and finally pointed at a withered Bauhinia vine behind Song Jinglan, "Just it."

Song Jinglan turned around and looked at him for a moment, thought for a while, and wrote a poem.

Lin Feilu leaned slightly, dragging his chin with his little hands, watching him stroke by stroke, and his handwriting was as beautiful as he was in one go.

It's different from the handwriting I wrote last time I threw a stone in.

I couldn't help but wonder, was it written with my left hand that time?

He quickly finished writing a poem, took the paper and dried it aside, and said, "Continue."

Lin Feilu pointed to the dry well not far away again: "That."

Song Jinglan thought for a moment, and after a moment, another song was written.

His movements were as fast as writing poems as eating white rice. Lin Feilu took advantage of his writing and read them around. Lin Jingyuan and Xi Xingjiang were still staring at each other, but they had not written a single word yet.

After another poem, Lin Feilu couldn't help asking: "Your Highness, is it so easy for you to write poems?"

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile in his beautiful dark eyes was faint: "Just write it casually."

He said he could write casually, as if he was just writing casually. Lin Feilu reached out to take one of the pictures and looked at them. The handwriting was beautiful, but the poems were indeed a little more ordinary based on her literary cultivation.

Could it be that I have memorized Li Bai and Du Fu that I think he wrote it in a normal way?

But I can do it like "there are thousands of purple and red flowers blooming"!

Even when I wrote eight poems, they were all very simple and consistent poems. According to his writing style, Lin Feilu felt that he could also perform a poem written by 300 poems on the spot.

Song Jinglan spread the rice paper, pressed it with an inkstone, and looked at her gently with a smile: "The last thing."

Lin Feilu pointed at herself with her finger.

Song Jinglan was stunned for a moment.

Hearing her say in a stingy voice: "I."

His hand holding the pen was 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-dyeed rice paper, replaced it with a new one, and after laying it out, he said to her warmly: "Okay."

This song is not used much longer than before.

Lin Feilu probably wrote a few sentences like "Little girl, white and white, so cute jumping and jumping."

After she finished writing, she poked her head to see, but Song Jinglan had already picked up the rice paper, placed this one at the bottom, and handed the nine test papers to the Taifu.

The students handed in the papers one after another.

Lin Jingyuan and Xi Xingjiang were still fighting each other until the end, accusing each other of making things difficult for each other. Xi Xingjiang seemed to feel that it was inappropriate to quarrel with this little kid who was a few years younger than him. He threw his brush away and ignored him, and shouted at Lin Feilu not far away: "Xiao Douding, are you going to the hunting ground to ride a horse?"

Lin Jingyuan became even more angry: "It's such a cold day, do you want to freeze my fifth sister to death?!"

Xi Xingjiang looked at him and slowly mocked him: "Lin Jingyuan cannot resist the wind, and cannot write the fourth prince of the poem."

Lin Jingyuan was so angry that he screamed and rushed over to fight him, but Lin Qing stopped him by shouting.

Very noisy for a moment.

Lin Feilu stood up and rubbed her kneeling numb calves, thinking about the last poem, and asked Song Jinglan: "Your Highness, what did you write in the end?"

Song Jinglan sorted out the paper and pen, and still looked like he smiled gently. "I am a little sloppy and easy to do, so the princess doesn't have to care about it."

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

Song Jinglan looked at her leisurely: "Hmm?"

Lin Feilu cleared her throat and sang in her silence voice: "Write poetry for you, stay still for you, do impossible things for you. Learn to play the piano and write lyrics for you and me, and lose your mind for you."

Song Jinglan: “…”

Lin Feilu: “…”

Awkward.

It's time for her to change her habit of flirting with the beautiful little brother.

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

He always smiled, and Lin Feilu had long been used to seeing him laughing, but now that he laughed like this, she felt that the smile was different.

It seems that the eyes have warmth.

After the holiday in the Imperial College, Lin Feilu didn't have to get up early to supervise Lin Jingyuan to go to school and feel the seal of the bed.

The snow that had been stopped for a few days was falling down again, but it was not as heavy as before, just as it was to the point of viewing the snow. Emperor Lin was worried that the snow disaster did not happen, and he was in a good mood and even went to the harem more often.

Recently, the palace is busy preparing for the royal reunion banquet for the New Year. The previous year-round banquet was a banquet between concubines in the harem. The reunion banquet on New Year's Eve will host all royal relatives, which is very grand.

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

Unfortunately, as she is, I can't go.

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

The Grand Tutors selected ten of the hundreds of poems and presented them to Emperor Lin, and finally Emperor Lin decided on the top three.

They are all anonymous and don't know who wrote it.

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

After reading it, Emperor Lin picked one of the ten songs written by the girl without hesitation, and said to the Grand Tutor: "This song is extraordinary, it must be the first. Which prince did I write?"

The Grand Tutor looked over the list and was a little surprised: "Return to Your Majesty, this poem was written by Song Jinglan, the prince of Song State."

Emperor Lin was stunned and picked it up and read it again, "Prince of Song State? I remember that he was mediocre in his talent and had never had any excellent works in previous years." He looked a little calmer, "Take the other eight poems of him to show me."

The Grand Tutor presented the other eight poems and replied: "Strangely, the other eight poems written by this prince of Song Dynasty are ordinary and fall into a common sense. Only the poem "The Girl is outstanding and has no false words."

Emperor Lin looked at it one by one, and his expression finally calmed down and said in a low voice: "It seems that it's just a coincidence." He pondered, "Since that's the case, let's list this song as third. You should still reward what you should pay, don't lose the demeanor of the Dalin."
Chapter completed!