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After researching the ink, Xiao Fei put down the ink ingot. At this time, Qiao Ruolan's maid had already researched the ink. Du Xinmin watched Xiao Fei slowly swallow it. Xiao Fei was deliberately delaying time.

Seeing Xiao Fei pulling her hand away, Du Xinmin couldn't wait to ask, "Cousin Fei, can we start?"

Xiao Fei smiled lightly, ignored it, looked at Qiao Ruolan, and said, "Cousin Lan, how about starting now?"

Qiao Ruolan agreed, and the maids laid out the paper for them. The two of them each picked up a wolf claw, and after dipping it in ink, they started writing separately.

One hundred longevity map is to write a hundred different shapes of "shou" characters. In Dayu, the hundredth birthday map is often used as a gift to congratulate the elders on their birthdays. Many girls who were onlookers also wrote the one hundredth birthday map. It's just that it's not like this is the way it is now. You can slowly choose a suitable font or copybook and copy it slowly. In order to write each longevity character beautifully, it often takes a long time.

It is still very difficult to write a hundred "shou" characters out of thin air like this at this moment, and the more difficult it is to write later.

Since Xiao Fei and Qiao Ruolan are known as the Southern Border Shuangshu, their calligraphy skills can be called outstanding. After writing down, they wrote several "shou" characters in one go. The first few were common fonts. Seal script, official script, running script, cursive script...

After the two of them wrote a dozen or so, some relatively seldom-used fonts began to appear, such as Han Dingwen, Xiaoli, Guli...

The girls onlookers became more and more excited, and began to point to certain fonts to comment. The cursive writing of Xiao Fei was magnificent, and the clerical script of Miss Qiao was neat and beautiful. Not too lively.

Hua Huiyu pointed at Xiao Fei's bookcase and said to his friend: "This flying white book has horizontal and vertical strokes that are silky white, and the flying brush is broken and white, and it is suitable for dryness and smoothness. It seems to be made of dry brush, wonderful!"

During the conversation, seeing Xiao Fei put away the pen and dipped it in ink, Hua Huiyu became more and more admired. Xiao Fei's judgment of the residual ink on the nib was very accurate, so he was able to write this flying white so beautifully.

However, in the time of a stick of incense, the two girls have each written nearly 30 characters for "longevity". The strokes are smooth and the strokes are smooth. The girls on the side are full of admiration. Lang has a false reputation, whether it is Xiao Fei or Qiao Ruolan, with only thirty or so "shou" characters, I am afraid that few girls in the southern border can match them.

The girls whispered, and many admiring glances turned to Xiao Fei. Most of the girls here are not fools. Qiao Ruolan took the initiative to challenge Concubine Shizi today, and Du Xinmin was playing the drums. The two were obviously singing in harmony and trying to beat Concubine Shizi by surprise. Who knew Xiao Fei would come out to fight.

Qiao Ruolan said that she wanted to write a picture of a hundred longevity like Xiao Fei, but since Qiao Ruolan proposed this challenge, she must be well-informed. After all, one hundred fonts cannot be written casually. In contrast, Xiao Fei started writing without preparation, and it is truly admirable that he can act like this!

After thinking about this, many girls moved towards Xiao Fei. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people on Qiao Ruolan's side...

How could Qiao Ruolan not notice this, but at this time, she could only continue to write.

The process of watching other people's writing is actually extremely boring. When Xiao Fei and Qiao Ruolan wrote sixty or seventy "shou" characters, many people felt bored and dispersed one after another. Of course, there are still some who are interested in calligraphy or want to borrow it. The girl who wanted to please Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei stayed here.

This silent competition is still going on. As the number of words increases, the speed of the two people's writing has become slower and slower.

Like a magpie, Que'er looked here and there for a while, whispering to Nangong Yue about the situation on both sides from time to time. Although the two of them did not write faster than the other, the speed of writing actually showed the state of the two girls to a certain extent, so Qiao Ruolan, who had prepared in advance, obviously wrote a few words faster than Xiao Fei. He was ten words ahead of Xiao Fei, but Xiao Fei kept playing steadily, neither impatient nor impatient, and gradually narrowed the gap to four or five words.

Nangong Yue looked at Xiao Fei who was focusing on writing with a smile on her face.

After another cup of tea, Qiao Ruolan was the first to close the pen. She breathed a long sigh of relief, sweat oozing from her forehead. Although she is confident and confident that she can complete these 100 fonts, it is not easy to complete 100 fonts. It is even more difficult to write these 100 fonts well. Each font has its own unique characteristics. Structure, style and brushstrokes, she must pay full attention to it, and dare not take it lightly.

It's finally done! The corners of Qiao Ruolan's mouth twitched slightly, and she browsed the completed Baishou map roughly again.

Du Xinmin, who was beside him, kept counting. When he counted to "one hundred", he was very excited and shouted, "One hundred words for 'longevity'! Cousin Lan is done!"

With that said, Du Xinmin looked at Xiao Fei triumphantly, as if she had completed this picture of Qiao Ruolan's longevity!

Seeing Xiao Fei still burying her head in the hard work, Qiao Ruolan's eyes flashed with a glimmer of pride, but her face was still reserved and elegant, and she looked calm.

She was going to see how many words Xiao Fei had written, but in the next instant, she saw Xiao Fei had also finished writing. Qiao Ruolan's eyes stopped on the faint smile at the corner of Xiao Fei's mouth, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Xiao Fei is also finished? ... how is this possible? !

Xiao Fei elegantly placed the wolf pen in his hand on the pen without rushing. The girls around Xiao Fei seemed even more excited than Xiao Fei himself:

"It's done! Miss Xiao is done!"

"No... Isn't this only ninety-nine characters for 'shou'? Could it be that I counted it wrong?"

A girl immediately teased: "It's not that you counted wrong, it's that you are blind! Can you take a closer look?"

"These ninety-nine 'shou' characters form a big 'shou' character..." The girl quickly realized that, after all, this is also a common pattern in Baishou Tu, but I didn't expect Xiao Fei to be in the competition. It was just so bold and careful when writing.

Hearing this, Qiao Ruolan finally couldn't help but look at Xiao Fei's bookcase.

At this time, everyone noticed that none of the ninety-nine small "shou" characters were used in the most common block letters, but these "shou" characters were spelled together, and the large "shou" characters formed were block letters, so Not only is it filled with a hundred "shou" characters, but not a single font is repeated, which is indeed more labor-intensive than Qiao Ruolan's longevity map.

This picture of a hundred longevity was like a hundred needles stabbed in Qiao Ruolan's eyes, and she couldn't help shrinking her pupils. Xiao Fei is really done! And it's done better than her.

Qiao Ruolan's fists were tightly clenched together.

She originally thought well that this match must be won beautifully in order to regain her face, but she did not expect such an ending in exchange.

Xiao Fei actually managed to write 100 longevity characters in such a short period of time... It seems that his luck is really bad today. Xiao Fei must have just written a hundred longevity map recently, so today he will change his past style and take on the challenge boldly.

It must be so!

A sullen look flashed in Qiao Ruolan's eyes. At this moment, Xiao Fei also looked at Qiao Ruolan. The two girls looked at each other, and the girls around seemed to be able to see sparks where the eyes met.

Xiao Fei smiled lightly: "Cousin Lan, although this one-hundred-year-old picture has been completed, I still feel a little unsatisfied, why don't we continue to write it down?"

Xiao Fei spoke calmly, but the meaning inside and outside the words was obviously to provoke Qiao Ruolan.

It seems that this time Qiao Ruolan really angered Xiao Fei. Those girls all exchanged glances secretly, I didn't expect that today's good show is not over yet...

Qiao Ruolan was also a little surprised by Xiao Fei's provocation, but then she continued to write... A hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

Du Xinmin's eyes lit up, and she thought: Xiao Fei was so stupid that she took the initiative to bring the opportunity to her door!

Du Xinmin couldn't wait to turn her head to Qiao Ruolan and said, "Cousin Lan, it's a rare show, why don't you and Cousin Fei continue to learn from each other? Let's make progress together!"

Du Xinmin said it in a high-sounding manner, but Qiao Ruolan's face was slightly stiff with anger, and she secretly complained about the other party.

But now Qiao Ruolan is already in a difficult position, she can only smile reservedly: "Then ask Cousin Fei for more advice!"

The two maids laid out the paper for them again, and then the two women wrote the writing again.

All the girls knew very well that this time, it was the real test. After 100 fonts, how many more fonts can there be?

Tadpole writing, Yizhuan writing, ancient fighting bronze writing…

Just thinking about it out of thin air, the girls also feel that they can't think of a few.

However, in this short period of time, Xiao Fei quickly wrote another ten or so. On the other hand, Qiao Ruolan was already sweating profusely, and her hesitant pen stopped in mid-air. She has only written six "shou" characters, and her mind is already blank, and she can't think of any other font.

Du Xinmin seemed even more anxious than Qiao Ruolan. On the one hand, she lowered her voice to make Qiao Ruolan think about it, and on the other hand, she secretly scolded Qiao Ruolan for being useless!

Qiao Ruolan's pen finally landed on the paper, but there was no movement for a long time. The ink marks smeared from the end of her pen on the paper, from the inside to the outside, from dark to light, the dye became bigger and bigger, the white paper was lined with black ink. Incomparably dazzling... Finally, Qiao Ruolan dropped the pen and splashed a piece of ink.

Xiao Fei continued to write, and wrote seven or eight more. She seemed to notice that Qiao Ruolan did not continue, and she closed the pen without finishing it.

Who wins and who loses, who is strong and who is weak, is already clear at a glance.

Although there are rumors that Xiao Fei is talented in learning, many girls have never seen Xiao Fei at all, and naturally do not know her true talents and practical learning, but Qiao Ruolan is different, she is often seen competing with other girls in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Famous in southern Xinjiang. Gradually, some girls only thought that Xiao Fei could be the Southern Border Shuangshu with Qiao Ruolan because she had the name of the eldest girl of the palace.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Fei's only shot was to suppress Qiao Ruolan's limelight without any suspense.

Many girls don't say it, and they are undoubtedly shocked!

Qiao Ruolan's face was pale, she knew that, by now, today's events will soon spread out. At that time, I am afraid that everyone will know that Qiao Ruolan failed to challenge the imperial concubine, but was defeated by Xiao Fei... …

Nanjiang Shuangshu... She didn't like this title at first, and hated everyone comparing her to Xiao Fei, but she didn't expect that she would become Xiao Fei's defeated general today.

Maybe no one will mention "Southern Xinjiang Shuangshu" again in the future.

Qiao Ruolan's body was shaking slightly, and she didn't know whether it was because of anger or regret. She seemed to see everyone whispering and pointing at her. She bit her lower lip tightly, and suddenly ran out of the hall without looking back.

She has no face to stay here anymore!

Du Xinmin hesitated for a moment, then went out.

But at this moment, no one cared about them anymore. Everyone gathered in front of Xiao Fei's desk and looked at the picture of a hundred longevity with admiration.

Huahui said the same thing. She stared at it for a while and sincerely praised: "Miss Xiao, this picture of a hundred longevity is really wonderful. There are several fonts that I have never seen before. Please forgive me for taking the risk, can I? Let me copy it?"

Xiao Fei readily agreed.

After Hua Huiyu thanked Xiao Fei, he carefully read all the words for "longevity" written by Xiao Fei, and the more he read, the more surprised he was.

Huahui didn't know how to ask questions. She pointed to the fonts she didn't know and asked, "Miss Xiao, don't know what fonts these are?"

Xiao Fei replied one by one with a smile: "This is the fin clerk... this is the collection of treasures... this is the book of birds and insects." She said with great interest, "The fin and the book of birds and insects were taught to me by my sister-in-law!" When she was writing just now, she had an idea and replaced these rare fonts into this picture of a hundred longevity.

"It turns out that Concubine Shizi is also a master of calligraphy!" Hua Hui looked at Nangong Yue with a respectful expression. During the last small banquet in Bixiaotang, she felt that Concubine Shizi was well-spoken and talented.

Xiao Fei said, "My sister-in-law knows a lot more than me!"

She said it casually, and the other girls thought about it too. After all, Concubine Shi was also the direct daughter of the Nangong family of a century-old family. Naturally, her talent and character were not comparable to ordinary women. For a while, the girls all looked at Nangong Yue with respect.

Hua Huiyu was blessed, and said with a serious face, "I wonder if Concubine Shizi can give some pointers to the little girl?"

Nangong Yue smiled sweetly and said, "I don't dare to give advice. Only by communicating with each other can we benefit each other."

"Then I'll ask the imperial concubine for advice." Hua Huiyu smiled brighter, Xiao Fei took a few steps back, and gave the book case to Hua Huiyu, her little face a little impatient. I want to see how Huahui's writing compares to her paintings.

Huahuiyu put a pen and ink on it, and wrote four words in one go on a new piece of rice paper.

Huahui's flowers are delicate and soft, but her words are completely different from paintings, wild and uninhibited.

She writes in cursive.

"A thousand miles..." A girl looked at it for a while, and finally recognized the remaining three words.

The cursive script is sloppy and wild, and it is often difficult to identify. There was a joke in the previous dynasty. A cursive master wrote a poem. After writing half a poem, he drank a pot of wine. Book words.

Nangong Yue looked at it for a moment, and then said, "Miss Hua, you copied the copybook written by Cao Shengzhang, right?"

Hua Huiyu's eyes were bright, and she nodded hurriedly: "I've been practicing for more than half a year."

Nangong Yue pondered for a while and said: "Miss Hua, your writing is extremely powerful, and you have entered the threshold of cursive script, but..."

The girls were a little surprised. From their point of view, Huahuiyu's cursive writing was tactful and unpredictable, and it was already quite good, but Concubine Shizi said that she was just getting started.

Nangong Yue continued: "The beauty of cursive script is that it comes at your fingertips, and it is completed in one go, which makes people feel happy. Master Zhang is a bold person, and he likes to drink. Words are like people', your temperament is like Master Zhang?"

Hua Huiyu was thoughtful. She learned cursive script only because she thought Zhang Xu's cursive writing was extremely beautiful, but she didn't think whether it was suitable for her, but she was a little bit into a devil's block.

Hua Huiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes became clear. She said blessedly: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. Many thanks to the imperial concubine for your guidance."

Nangong Yue smiled, and seeing that she had realized it, she clicked to the end.

During the conversation, a round-faced woman in green clothes walked quickly from outside the hall. She blessed the girls and said clearly: "Prince Concubine, a few girls, we will have another poem meeting at Huanxiu Pavilion. It's about to start in a quarter of an hour, I don't know if you can go over and watch it?"

Xiao Fei looked puzzled, "Poetry Club?"

Although every time there is a poetry festival, for Xiao Fei, she only cares about the exhibits every year, and really hadn't paid much attention to the so-called poetry festival. And all Nangongyue's knowledge of Zhuanxiuhui came from Xiao Fei, and she was a little dazed at the moment.

Seeing this, Hua Huiyu explained one or two things with a smile.

It turned out to be a regular event for the show... Nangong Yue nodded slightly, although she was not very interested, but since someone came to invite her, she agreed.

When the other girls learned that the time for the poetry meeting was coming, they also said goodbye to Nangong Yue one by one, and they had to go to the meeting with their elders.

After the book case was sorted out, Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei followed the woman in Tsing Yi out of the Tianxi Hall.

They walked forward along the Chaoshou Veranda, and then bypassed the pond they passed by before, and passed a garden and several pavilions, and the woman in Tsing Yi pointed to a carved jade pavilion in front and said, "Prince Prince Concubine. , eldest girl, that is Zhuangxiu Pavilion."

Naturally, Xiao Fei knew about Zanxiu Pavilion, so he took the initiative to introduce it to Nangong Yue. For example, Zhuangxiu Pavilion has a history of 100 years. For example, the plaque above was written by the calligraphy master of the previous dynasty, Master Huangfu. Speaking of which, Xiao Fei's little face was full of brilliance again.

There are two floors in Zhuangxiu Pavilion. The woman did not lead them into the pavilion from the main entrance, but went around the stairs on the side. She also knew that Nangongyue was new to the southern border, so she was afraid of dissatisfaction, so she quickly explained: "Prince Concubine, Today is the poetry meeting, those scholars are all on the first floor, in order to avoid collision, we can only ask the two of you to go here." After speaking, she added, "The edge of the corridor on the second floor has been covered with tulle, You two can sit behind the curtain and watch."

Nangong Yue nodded slightly when she heard the words.

It was already too late for Nangong Yue and her group to arrive. There were many people sitting in the corridor on the second floor. When they saw Nangong Yue coming up, they all stood up and saluted.

Nangong Yue raised her hand and signaled "No courtesy", then went to the guest seat on the north side and sat down, while Xiao Fei sat on her right.

Zhuangxiu Pavilion is a zigzag building. From the corridors on the four sides of the second floor, you can directly overlook the hall on the first floor, which is clear at a glance.

At this moment, dozens of bookshelves were placed in the hall. A young student was sitting behind each bookcase. Around the hall were a round chair and a table, where the male guests watched the game. .

Ye Yinming was sitting behind a desk in the second row and looked up in the direction of the guest of honor on the second floor. The translucent tulle fluttered slightly in the wind blowing through the hall, and a few women could vaguely be seen standing or standing behind the tulle.

Ye Yinming's heartbeat quickened by two beats, her sister was right, Miss Xiao really came!

The voices of other students whispering from all around:

"That's the seat of the Zhennan Palace. Could it be that the princess and the princess of the palace are here?"

"Then I must do well..."

"Forget it. With Xuan Gongzi Zhuyu by his side, who can match his talent!"

"I heard that there is a young master Ye from Qingmao Academy. He is quite appreciated by the prince, and he must be very talented."

"..."

For a while, several eyes turned to Ye Yinming, he felt a little complacent, straightened his waist subconsciously, and couldn't help but look forward to the right.

It was a young man wearing a blue-blue cloud-patterned brocade robe, with black hair tied to the back of his head with a bamboo hosta.

It was the first time that Ye Yinming saw this son of Xuan, but the other party's talent and name were already familiar.

The son of Xuan, whose name is Xuan Ming, is the first son of a scholarly family in southern Xinjiang, the son of the Xuan family.

Ye Yinming has read Xuan Ming's articles and poems, and he is indeed an extraordinary person. Of course he will never lose to him!

The problem is that on the premise that the two talents are comparable, Xuan Ming definitely has a greater advantage than himself. No one in literature and no second in martial arts. In the case that the two people's literary talents are similar, it depends on the examiner's preference.

The judges of the Show Club are basically people from Wanmu Academy, which means that in today's poetry club, Xuan Ming must have a greater advantage than himself.

Ye Yinming narrowed his eyes slightly. Originally, the show was not an imperial examination. How the victory or defeat of this poetry festival was just a momentary scene, he didn't take it to heart.

But now Xiao Fei is...

He knew Xiao Fei, he knew that Xiao Fei was good, but Xiao Fei didn't know him, let alone his talent.

Xiao Fei's talent is so outstanding that ordinary people will definitely not be able to get into her eyes. If this time, he loses to Xuan Ming, wouldn't he be obliterated and unable to leave a little impression on Xiao Fei? !

Ye Yinming's hands unconsciously clenched into fists in his sleeves, and a tangle flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became silent, and all eyes in the pavilion turned to the entrance on the first floor.

I saw an old man in his sixties walked in, surrounded by five or six men. The old man was wearing a sapphire blue silk straight jacket. He was of medium height. Although he was in his sixtieth year, his waist was straight. A pair of eyes shining brightly.

"Mountain Chief!"

"Yu Shanchang!"

Many students in the lobby stood up. Most of these people were students of Wanmu Academy, and a few were students or literati from other academies, and they simply admired the knowledge and behavior of Shanchang.

This old man is Yu Shanchang from Wanmu Academy.

Yu Shanchang smiled and greeted everyone with a nod, and then went to the jury table with the accompanying people.

After everyone sat down again, Yu Shan cleared his throat and said, "Welcome to all of you. Today, the talents of the Southern Border are gathered here, and it's really an elegant thing! This old man has discussed with the gentlemen of the academy. Now, in order to add to the fun of the poetry party, the leader of today's poetry party has an extra bonus."

There was an instant commotion in the Huanxiu Pavilion. The guests watching the game on the first floor and the second floor were whispering and casting curious glances at Yu Shanchang. Judging from Shanchang's historical style, what he said about the lottery would never be any ordinary lottery.

Yu Shanchang paused for a moment. He looked around the crowd, his eyes were bright, and he continued in a loud voice: "This old man will recommend the leader of today's poetry club to study in the Imperial College of the Royal Capital for a year, and he will be exempted from all repairs..."

Ye Yinming couldn't believe his ears, and was very excited: if he could study in the Guozijian, he would definitely be able to go three thousand miles a day, and he could also pave the way for his future in the Guozijian - to be able to study in the Guozijian Most of them are children of famous families with extraordinary talents. These people will be of great help to his road to the imperial examination and his career in the future.

This poetry meeting will not only affect his love, but also his future!

Thinking about it, Ye Yinming's heart was slightly hot, and he said to himself, he can't lose! He must not lose to Xuan Ming!

Ye Yinming raised his eyes and looked at Xuan Ming in the front right, a firm sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He knew the topic earlier than Xuan Ming... This is his biggest advantage!

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!