Chapter 303 303. Invitation
Song Yan’s attention was focused on the cakes in the hands of the waiter at the restaurant. She accidentally let someone take advantage of the loophole. When she reacted, the box was ajar. The door has been pushed open.
“Hey——”
Why is this girl getting 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 likes to dance with swords and guns on weekdays. Most of the playmates she hangs out with are the daughters of military generals, and their grades are not very high. This is why she insists on taking a look regardless of etiquette.
However, she never expected that there would be someone in the room that she could not afford to offend.
Qu Shaoya is the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an, 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 comes from a merchant's family, she has a noble concubine who loves her very much.
Compared with a few others, she, a third-rank daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs, seems a bit underwhelming.
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 the eyes of everyone on her, and most of the anger in her heart disappeared. Only then did she realize how serious her behavior was. inappropriate.
"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.
But 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 from the corner of her eye and was stunned.
"These two young ladies are."
Jiang Yuyao said lightly, "This one's surname is Cheng, and the one next to her is Miss Shen. She is our friend."
Introduction Brief It 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 having a small gathering with your friends, so we won’t disturb you.”
Song Chaner swallowed her breath and looked at Cheng Xi and the two of them up and down, her eyes specifically focused on their clothes. He paused for a moment with a hint of contempt, then quickly turned around and walked out.
Cheng, Shen
Why didn’t she know that there was such a person in Beijing? The clothes were made of very ordinary materials and there were only a few pieces of jewelry. Is it possible that 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 that there is 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 she finished speaking, the person sitting by the window Several people heard clear cheers coming from the window.
Huh?
Eh?
“Good poetry, good poetry!”
"Brother Shen is really talented in literature, I admire you."
"As expected of the first place in the examination, this poem is definitely the best today!"
A group of elegant people wearing blue shirts in Su Ting Pavilion The students gathered together and looked at the rice paper on the table with surprise on their faces. This is a three-story exquisite loft. Tea and pastries are the basic configuration. The first floor is a hall with square tables, and the second and third floors have main private rooms. Unlike the teahouse next door, pens, ink, and paper are provided in the loft both on the first floor and in the private rooms. Inkstone, Qin, and chess are a resort for scholars.
Shen 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.
"The poems are good, but the words are even better."
There is a bit of 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 did not 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!"
"I said, how can you embody other people's ambitions? It's just an additional test, and our students in the Imperial College will not end up."
Some people admire him while others object. It is obvious that several people have different views on Shen Xingluo.
“He is just a boy from a poor family. Brother Feng doesn’t think that he alone can rise to great heights, right?”
“He is from Lin’an Prefecture. I heard that he went to Du Shilang within a few days of entering the capital. I'll visit you at home."
The man in brocade robes said, "Well, there is a direct descendant of the Qin family among the classmates next to him."
One of them glanced at the sought-after rightful owner downstairs and said unconcernedly, "Master Du is upright and upright. He probably doesn't bother to pave the way for others. As for the junior of the Qin family who is only a member of the third family, there is 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’m overthinking it, so I’d like to wish you all the best in advance to win the first prize in the palace examination.”
“Brother Feng, it’s too early to say this, Imperial College There are so many talents, but we are not 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.
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When Shen Xingluo returned to the study, Cheng Xi was lying in front of the table writing furiously. The incense-stained flower paper was covered with hairpins and small regular script.
“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 invite our friends to a banquet. What do you think?"
"Madam is very considerate."
Shen Xingluo sat down next to her, picked up the invitations he had written and sorted them out one by one, "These are all female relatives, why not add Qin Zheng and the others and invite them to come together?"
"Okay. It’s more lively this way.”
(End of this chapter)