The man by the window didn't know Mi August and the others, but he thought they had an extraordinary temperament and were very human.
At this time, the woman had a smile on her face, and she looked most gentle and easy to get along with. The boy holding her hand next to her had no expression on her face. As soon as she met her eyes, he found it difficult to look directly at her and turned away in panic. sight.
The two people have contradictory temperaments, but they are inexplicably harmonious when they stand together.
Is she the noble daughter of a powerful family in the imperial city?
At this time, the woman lowered her head and said something to the young man beside her. The young man nodded, and the two of them walked out of the famous pastry shop in the imperial city and headed towards the restaurant.
The man looked towards the entrance of the stairs, and after waiting for a long time, he saw the two people and their entourage walking in.
The second floor has been reserved by Zhuang Yu, the second son of the Fuguo General Mansion, and is used to entertain people with lofty ideals from all over.
At this time, their literary meeting was already halfway through, and it was the time to chat during the intermission. Those who had been invited and wanted to come should have come long ago, and most of the people who came later joined temporarily.
According to the rules of the general cultural association, guests who join temporarily must prove their talents and gain the approval of most of the guests inside before they can enter.
The man thought to himself that the Imperial City was no different than other places, and there were many talented ladies who could join the Literary Society. Could it be that this woman came here with her brother just because she was interested?
"Hey, there are new guests."
Others also noticed the arrival of Mi August and the others.
When one of the people saw a woman coming, they immediately became interested and sharpened their swords, planning to come up with a question to test the other party.
A few people noticed that as the boss, Zhuang Yu's expression suddenly changed. He who was talking enthusiastically just stopped suddenly, and even his legs went weak and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he held the table with his hands in time. The angle is what stabilizes the figure.
It’s just that his expression now is as if he was mourning for his heir.
Zhuang Yu's several dandy friends are exactly the same.
Especially when Mi Feixue's gloomy eyes looked directly at them, several of them seemed to have invisible hands strangling their throats, making it difficult to even breathe.
The waiter who led Mi August and the others up did not notice the strange atmosphere and asked Zhuang Yu for credit: "Mr. Zhuang, this young lady claimed to be acquainted with you, so I helped you get here."
Zhuang Yu looked stiffly at the waiter's smiling face, with only the three characters "please reward" written on his forehead. He almost couldn't let go of the bad breath, and his eyes turned white, but he couldn't. Fainted.
He was not so stupid that the two immortals really valued him. They not only remembered him but also came up to reminisce with him.
Think about what you did before these two appeared?
Zhuang Yu not only turned his eyes white this time, but his brain also turned dizzy.
Except for a few dudes present who were familiar with him and had met Mi August and Mi Feixue when they went to Beiyuan City a few years ago, they knew their identities, so they could empathize with Zhuang Yu. This scholar is completely unaware of the situation.
Only one person shouted: "This is a place for literary meetings. Regardless of status, we only talk about knowledge. Even if the girl and Mr. Zhuang are old acquaintances, you need to pass the exam to enter here."
Zhuang Yu: "No..."
"Master Zhuang, please stop talking. Since this girl and young master dare to come here, they must be confident in their knowledge. If you break the rules for them, you will be underestimating them." The scholar spoke righteously.
Zhuang Yu: "..."
Damn it!
You are noble, you are amazing, and you use my life as your moral character!
There were several echoing words all around.
How could Zhuang Yu dare to test these two people? Even if the reputation he had accumulated over the past two years for recognizing talents and respecting the virtuous would be cut off today, it would be better than joking with his own life.
He stood up and moved forward to make a sound, but found that his tongue was tied, and the result of opening his mouth was a mess of drool.
This familiar pain made Zhuang Yu want to cry without tears, and his dandy friends nearby also changed their colors and stayed away.
The drunken scholar who shouted for a topic did not pay attention to this. After a few people talked with each other, they finally came up with a topic for the painting.
Actually, this question has a good meaning. Among the noble girls in the imperial city, they will learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but those who are talented in poetry are still in the minority. In comparison, they are better at painting, because they often use their own drawings when practicing nvhong.
The topic given by several people in the Wenhui is to draw a picture. There is no requirement for what to draw, so just do what you are good at and get the approval of most people.
The literati present were not stupid, and would not really offend the noble lady of the imperial city who even the Second Young Master Zhuang seemed to be in awe of. They had already planned in their hearts that as long as Mi August’s paintings were pleasing to the eye, they would let her Pass.
How could such a woman with such a natural temperament not be able to draw an eye-catching painting?
The scholar brought the table and placed pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
These things are all ready-made here.
What they didn’t expect was that the person who came forward was not the woman, but the boy beside her.
Mi August also didn’t expect that Mi Feixue would take the initiative to answer the question, so he stayed with her with a smile.
"It turns out that the young master wants to come to the literary conference."
Everyone understood this and looked forward to Mi Feixue's performance.
"Brother Zhuang, is this a child prodigy?" A scholar who thought he was close to Zhuang Yu asked him in a low voice.
Zhuang Yu was speechless with grief and indignation, thinking silently: This can be considered half of the literal guess.
“Brother Zhuang?” The scholar wondered why he didn’t speak.
Zhuang Yu has always had a bad temper, so he calmed down a little after returning from Beiyuan City, and in the past two years he pretended to create a persona that recognizes talents and respects virtuous people. However, everything was broken today. He didn't care whether it was his own fault. He believed that this group of rotten people were mostly responsible, so he turned his head to the inquiring scholar, narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth.
The tongue in the mouth is knotted in a weird way that is impossible for humans to do on their own. The entire tongue looks like an elongated rubber. Due to the long-term lack of blood circulation caused by the knotting, it looks more and more terrifying visually. .
The scholar opened his eyes wide and froze in place.
Zhuang Yu didn't think it was enough. He grinned ferociously and his saliva flowed down uncontrollably.
The scholar's whole scalp felt numb, and he quickly retreated and knocked over his chair.
Others who heard the movement looked here.
Zhuang Yu had already closed his mouth and wiped his chin with a handkerchief. No one else noticed anything unusual.
Someone asked the frightened scholar what happened. The scholar looked towards Zhuang Yu again in shock, but met Zhuang Yu's gloomy gaze. He didn't know how to describe what he just saw.
How could a human tongue become like that?
Is it possible that I was hallucinating while drinking?
The scholar shook his head and said nothing.
After such a short time, Mi Feixue also put down her pen, indicating that the test questions were completed.
Everyone's attention shifted to her side again.
"So fast?"
"Could he be a little prodigy."
"Why do you look like this?" This sentence is from a student who is approaching As he was walking, he saw a few people standing next to the painting with strange expressions, so he asked this question.
When he reached the table, he looked down and saw the painting on the white paper and was speechless.
Those who don’t remember these dudes are the OvOs who came to Beiyuan City to attack Si Yefu and Feixue when the first temple was built