I inherited my husband's divine position

The man by the window didn't know Mi August and the others, but felt that the two of them had extraordinary auras and very human beings.

At this time, the woman was smiling, and she was the most gentle and easy to get along with. The young man beside her was expressionless. Once he met her eyes, he found it difficult to look directly at her, and turned his eyes away in a panic.

These two people have contradictory temperaments, and they are inexplicably harmonious when they stand together.

Is it the noble daughter of a noble family in the imperial city?

At this time, the woman bowed her head and said something to the young man beside her. The young man nodded, and the two walked out of the famous pastry shop in the imperial city, heading towards the restaurant.

The man looked towards the entrance of the stairs, and after a short wait, he saw the two of them and their entourage walking in.

The second floor has been reserved by Zhuang Yu, the second son of Fuguo General's Mansion, to entertain people with lofty ideals from all sides.

At this moment, their literary meeting was halfway through, and it was the time for the intermission to chat. Those who were 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 literary club, such temporary guests must prove their talents and be approved by most of the guests before they can enter.

The man thought to himself, the imperial city is no different than other places, there are many talented and noble women who can enter the literary society, could it be that this woman came here with her brother just because of the whim?

"Hey, here's a new guest."

Others also noticed Mi August and their arrival.

A group of people saw that there was a woman among the visitors, and immediately became interested, sharpening their knives and planning to test the other party with a question.

A small number of people also noticed that Zhuang Yu, who was the owner, suddenly changed his expression. He who was talking enthusiastically stopped suddenly, and even his legs gave way and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he held the corner of the table with his hands in time to stabilize his figure. .

It's just that his current expression is simply mournful.

Zhuang Yu's dandy friends are exactly the same.

Especially when Mi Feixue looked directly at them with sinister eyes, it was as if their throats were strangled by invisible hands, and even breathing became difficult.

Xiao Er, who led Mi August and the others up, didn't notice the strange atmosphere, and asked Zhuang Yu for credit: "Mr. Zhuang, this young lady claims to know you, so I will help you here."

Zhuang Yu stared stiffly at Xiaoer's smiling face, only missing the three big characters 'ask for a reward' written on his forehead, and the pent-up anger almost didn't go away, his eyes turned white, but unfortunately he couldn't pass out.

He was not so stupid that the two immortals really valued him, not only remembered him, but also came up to catch up with him.

Think about what you did before these two appeared?
Not only did Zhuang Yu's eyes turn white this time, but even his mind turned black with dizziness.

Except for a few dudes who were familiar with him and met Mi Bayue and Mi Feixue in Beiyuan City a few years ago and knew their identities, so they could empathize with Zhuang Yu, the other literati and students who gathered here were completely unaware of the situation. .

Only one person shouted: "This is the place of literary society. No matter what your status is, you only talk about knowledge. Even if the girl and Mr. Zhuang are old acquaintances, if you want to enter here, you need to pass the examination questions."

Zhuang Yu: "No..."

"Mr. Zhuang, don't talk. Since the girl and the young master dare to come here, they must have confidence in their knowledge. If you break the rules for them, you will look down on them." The scholar spoke righteously.

Zhuang Yu: "..."

Oh shit!

You are lofty, you are amazing, you take my life as your strength!
Surrounded by a few echoing words.

How could Zhuang Yu dare to test these two? Even if he lost his reputation of knowing talents and respecting talents accumulated in the past two years today, it would be better than taking his own life as a joke.

He got up and moved forward to make a sound, but found that his tongue was tied up, and he opened his mouth in a slobbering mess.

This familiar pain made Zhuang Yu want to cry, and the dandy friends next to him also changed their colors and stayed away.

The scholar who drank and shouted to come up with a question didn't notice this, and finally came up with a question for a painting under the cooperation of a few people.

In fact, this topic has a good meaning.

The noble girls of the imperial city can learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but those who are talented in poetry are still a minority. In comparison, they are better at painting, because they often use their own drawings when practicing female celebrities.

Now the topic given by several members of the Wenhui is to draw a picture. There is no rule on what must be drawn, so just come up with what you are good at, and then get the approval of most people.

The literati present were not stupid, they would not really offend the aristocratic daughter of the imperial city whom even the second son of Zhuang seemed to be in awe of, they had already planned in their hearts, as long as Mi Bayue's paintings could catch the eye, they would let her live.

And how could such a woman with a natural temperament not be able to draw a painting that catches the eye.

The scholar moved the table and placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

These things are all ready-made here.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that the person who stepped forward was not a woman, but a young man beside her.

Mi Bayue didn't expect that Mi Feixue would take the initiative to answer the question, so she smiled and accompanied her.

"It turns out that the young master wants to come to the Wenhui."

Everyone understood it like this, and looked forward to Mi Feixue's performance even more.

"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 in grief and indignation, thinking silently: This is literally half the guess.

"Brother Zhuang?" The scholar wondered why he didn't speak.

Zhuang Yu has always had a bad temper, so he restrained himself a little after returning from Beiyuan City, and in the past two years, he pretended to create a person who knows talents and respects talents.However, everything was broken at this time today, he didn't care if he was the one who brought the trouble out of his mouth, he believed that this group of sours was mostly responsible, so he squinted his eyes and opened his mouth at the inquiring scholar from one side.

The tongue in the mouth is knotted in a strange way that humans cannot do by themselves. The whole tongue looks like an elongated rubber. Due to the long-term blood stasis caused by the knot, 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 drooled uncontrollably.

The scholar's scalp went numb for a while, and he quickly backed up and knocked over the chair.

Other people who heard the movement looked over here.

Zhuang Yu had already shut his mouth and wiped his chin with a handkerchief, no one else noticed the abnormality.

Someone asked the frightened pale-faced scholar what happened, the scholar looked at Zhuang Yu before he was in shock, but met Zhuang Yu's gloomy gaze, and for a moment didn't know how to describe what he had just seen.

How did the human tongue become like that?

Could it be that he was hallucinating from drinking?

The scholar shook his head and remained silent.

After such a short time, Mi Feixue also put down her pen, indicating that the exam questions have been completed.

Everyone's attention turned to her again.

"So fast?"

"Could it be that he is really a little child prodigy."

"Why do you have such an expression?" This sentence was uttered by a student who was approaching. He saw the strange expressions of a few people standing by the painting while walking, so he asked this question.

When he walked to the table and looked down at the painting on the white paper, he was also speechless.

I don’t remember these dandies, they were the OvOs who came to Siye Mansion and Feixue in Beiyuan City when the first temple was built.