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.

This is called a year-end inspection. The questions presented by the Taifu are different every year. This year's exam 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 poem, nine poems in total.

In the end, the Taixue Taifu rated the best and presented it to Emperor Lin, and the top three were awarded as awards.

Lin Feilu thinks this is much more difficult than when he had to take seven or eight courses.

Is that stuff like 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 you take the endorsement test this year? No more debates? No calligraphy? I memorized the book, prepared the debate and practiced. Words, the result was finally tested as a poem?"

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 still 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 hall, and it's okay for Lin Feilu to follow. 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 when he went in.

Fortunately, Lin Qing and Lin Ting were all nearby, and the prince was interceding with the eldest prince. The Taifu learned that it was the fifth princess, so he didn't stop him, but told her to stand quietly and don't disturb.

Lin Feilu obediently responded. After entering, there were already more than a dozen desks displayed on the open space. The desks were all available with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The Tai Fu 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, and the last two dudes who were unlearned and stared at each other sat together.

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 the teams were finished, they were seated. Everyone looked at it and they were all alone.

Song Jinglan sat 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.

The others glanced twice, then withdrew their gazes at will, as if they were already commonplace in such situations. In the Hall of Taixue, the proton of the Song Kingdom also sat alone by himself. Lin Xi, who used to haunt him, did not 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 he still had a smile on his face, his eyes drooping, and he was grinding his white sleeves in a hurry.

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 Taifu, and obediently raised his hand: "Teacher, there is one less person here."

Tai Fu Zhengchou originally planned to ask a subordinate to make it up. When she saw her coming, his eyes lit up and he said with joy, "Okay, well, the 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 also want to change with Song Jinglan!"

Taifu looked at these questions and the students had a headache, "Don't mess around, your Four Highnesses and Xi Shizi quickly sit down, and the exam will begin soon."

The others who hadn't seen the five princesses looked curiously and then looked back. Lin Feiluti 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 talking in a few quiet words.

Song Jinglan spread the rice paper in front of him, held it down with an inkstone, and wrote: "Five princesses, please."

Lin Feilu thought it was weird and interesting, his eyes were bright, he turned his head to look around, 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 I threw a stone in.

Can't help thinking, is 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, not writing a word yet.

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

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 was really just writing casually. Lin Feilu stretched out his hand and took one of them and looked at it. The handwriting is beautiful, but the verses are 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!

He even made eight poems, all of which are very simple and interlinked. With his writing method, Lin Feilu felt that he could 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, Wen Sheng 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 Tai Fu.

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 that arguing with this little boy who was a few years old was a little demeaned, 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 bit simple, so I 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. Haven't Your Highness heard a song?"

Song Jinglan took a long time to look at her: "Huh?"

Lin Feilu cleared her throat and sang with 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 my 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 at the moment when he laughed like this, she felt that the smile was different.

It seems that the eyes have temperature.

After the school holiday, Lin Feilu didn't have to wake up early to supervise Lin Jingyuan's school, and he could 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 Lin Di was worried about did not happen, and he was in a good mood. He even went to the harem more times.

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.

I heard from Xiao Lan that there will be ninety-nine dishes at the reunion banquet, which means that Jiujiu Guiyi, also known as Guiyi Banquet, is the tradition of Dalin, and it really makes Lin Feilu greedy.

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

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

The masters chose ten poems from hundreds of poems and presented them to Emperor Lin, who finally decided the top three.

All are anonymous, and I 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 Tai Fu looked through the roster and was a little surprised: "Return to your Majesty, this poem was written by Song Jinglan, the prince of Song Dynasty."

Emperor Lin was taken aback for a moment, then picked it up and read it again, "Prince Song? 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 Tai Fu presented eight other poems and replied: "It is strange to say that the nine poems written by the prince of Song Dynasty, the other eight are mediocre and fall into the stereotype, only the one about the girl is outstanding, and there is nothing false about it. ."

After reading them one by one, Lin Di finally calmed down, and said quietly: "It looks like a coincidence." He pondered, "If this is the case, let's list this song as third. The reward is still to be rewarded. Don't lose the Dalin temperament."

Tai Fu Gongsheng took the lead: "Yes."