Di Daughter: The Favoured Medical Princess

After studying the ink well, Xiao Xun put down the ink ingot. At this time, Qiao Ruolan's girl had already studied the ink. Du Xinmin watched Xiao Xun slowly, but he was a little impatient, he dismissed his lips, and only felt that Xiao Min was deliberately delaying time.

At the first sight of Xiao Xiao's hand, Du Xinmin couldn't wait to ask: "Cousin, can you start?"

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

Qiao Ruolan answered, and the maids laid papers for them, and each of them picked up a wolf, and when they were stained with ink, they started to write separately.

Baishou diagram is to write a hundred different shapes of "Shou". In Dayu, Baishou diagram is often used as a congratulation to the elders' birthdays. Many girls who watched the scene also wrote Baishou diagrams. However, that's not the way it is now. You can slowly choose the appropriate font or copybook and slowly copy it. In order to write each birthday word beautifully, it often takes some time.

It is very difficult to write a hundred "shou" words like this at the moment, and it will be more difficult to write later.

Since Xiao Zhuo and Qiao Ruolan are called the Southern Shuangbi, their calligraphy skills can be regarded as outstanding. After finishing writing, they wrote several "Shou" characters in one go. The first few were common fonts. Carcass, Lishu, Running script, Cursive ...

After they wrote a dozen or so, they started to display some relatively infrequent fonts, such as Han Dingwen, Xiaoli, Guli ...

The onlooking girls became more and more excited, and began to point to certain fonts to comment. This one said Xiao Xiao's cursive writing was magnificent. The little girl who said that Joe Qiao wrote neatly and beautifully. It ’s so good.

Hua Hui pointed to Xiao Yan's book case and said to his friends: "This flying white book is white with horizontal and vertical strokes. The flying pen is white, dry and suitable. It looks like a dry pen. It's wonderful!"

In the words, I saw that Xiao Yan took the dip and dipped the ink. Hua Hui language became more and more admired. Xiao Yan was very accurate in judging the residual ink of the pen tip, so he could write this flying white so beautifully.

However, in a short time, the two girls have each written nearly thirty "shou" characters, and the words are fluent and free-spirited. The girls on the side looked at them admiringly, and the South Xinjiang Shuangluo was really not. Lang was stigmatized. Whether it is Xiao Yan or Qiao Ruolan, with only thirty words of "shou", I am afraid that few girls in South Xinjiang can match it.

The girls whispered to each other, and a lot of admiration turned to Xiao Yan. Most of the girls here are not idiots. Qiao Ruolan took the initiative to challenge Shi Zifei today, and Du Xinmin played a side drum again. The two were obviously singing together and wanting to hit Shi Zifei.

Qiao Ruolan said that he was writing a Baishou map like Xiao Yan, but since the challenge was proposed by Qiao Ruolan, she must be well-informed. After all, a hundred fonts can not be written casually. In contrast, Xiao Xun's writing was unprepared, and it can be shown that this is truly admirable!

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

Qiao Ruolan did not notice this, but at this time, she can only continue to write down.

The process of seeing others writing is actually very boring. When Xiao Yan and Qiao Ruolan wrote sixty or seventy "shou" characters, many people were already bored, and they gradually dispersed. Of course, there are still some interested in calligraphy or want to borrow The girl who pleased Nangong Yu and Xiao Yu stayed here.

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

I look at this side like a magpie for a while, and look at it over there, from time to time I whisper to the situation on both sides of Nangong Ming. Although the two did not write faster than anyone, the speed of writing down actually showed the status of the two girls to a certain extent, so Qiao Ruolan, who had prepared in advance, obviously wrote a few words faster than Xiao Yan, and once It is a dozen words ahead of Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan has been steadily playing, not hurried and impatient, and gradually narrowed the gap to four or five words.

Nangong Yu looked at Xiao Yu who was focused on writing and smiled.

After another cup of tea, Qiao Ruolan was the first to close her pen. She took a sigh of relief, and her sweat had leaked from her forehead. Although she is well-informed and confident that she can complete the hundred fonts, it is really not easy to complete the one hundred fonts. It is even more difficult to write the hundred fonts well. Each font has its own uniqueness. She must pay full attention to the structure, style, and strokes, and not dare to neglect.

It's finally done! Qiao Ruolan's mouth slightly ticked, and he went through the completed Baishou map roughly.

Du Xinmin on the side kept counting, and when he reached "100", he was so excited that he shouted, "One hundred" Shou "! Cousin Lan is done!"

With that said, Du Xinmin glanced proudly at Xiao Yan, as if Qiao Ruolan had completed this picture of Baishou!

Looking at Xiao Yan's hard work, Qiao Ruolan's eyes flashed a proud light, but his face was still elegant and elegant, and looked like a cloud of lightness.

She was planning to see how many words Xiao Xiao had written, and the next moment, she saw that Xiao Yan had finished writing. Qiao Ruolan's gaze stopped at the slight smile on the corner of Xiao Xun's mouth, and he stunned in his heart. Could it be said that Xiao Xuan was also completed? ... how is this possible? !!

Xiao Yan gracefully placed the wolf pen in his hand on the pen shelf, not ill. The girls around Xiao Yan seemed more excited than Xiao Yan himself:

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

"No ... isn't it just the ninety-nine 'shou'? Is it because I counted it wrong?"

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

"These ninety-nine 'shou' words form a big 'shou' word ..." The girl soon realized that, after all, this is also a common pattern of Baishou diagram, but I did not expect Xiao Yan to be in a test I was so bold and careful in writing.

After hearing that, Qiao Ruolan could not help looking at Xiao Yan's book case.

At this time, all talents noticed that none of the ninety-nine small "shou" words were used in the most common block letters, but these "shou" words were spelled together, and the large "shou" word was formed in block letters. Not only is it filled with a hundred "Shou" characters, and none of the fonts are repeated. This is really more laborious than Qiao Ruolan's Baishou diagram.

This picture of Baishou was like a hundred needles in Qiao Ruolan's eyes, she could not help but shrink her pupils. Xiao Yan is really done! And it's better than her.

Qiao Ruolan's fists clung tightly together.

She had thought about it well, and she had to win the beauty in order to regain her face. I didn't expect it would be like this.

Xiao Yan actually wrote a hundred words of life in this short time ... It seems that his luck is really bad today. Xiao Yan must have just written Baishoutu recently, so today he will change his style of the past and dare to challenge.

It must be like this!

There was a shadow in Qiao Ruolan's eyes. At this moment, Xiao Xuan also looked at Qiao Ruolan. The two girls stared at each other, and the girls around him seemed to see the intersection of the eyes.

Xiao Yan smiled lightly: "Cousin Lan, although this Baishou map has been completed, I still feel a bit unpleasant, why don't we continue to write down?"

Xiao Xuan said lightly and lightly, but the meaning inside and outside the words was obviously provocative to Qiao Ruolan.

It seems that Qiao Ruolan really angered Xiao Yan this time. The girls secretly exchanged a look, did not expect that this good show today is not over yet ...

Qiao Ruolan also unexpectedly provoked Xiao Xiao's initiative, but went on to write down ... there was a moment of hesitation in her eyes.

Du Xinmin's eyes were bright, and he said: Xiao Yan was so stupid that he took the opportunity to come to the door!

Du Xinmin couldn't wait to turn back to Qiao Ruolan and said, "Cousin Lan, a rare puppet show, why don't you and your cousin continue to learn about each other? It's better to work together for better!

Du Xinmin said it was grandiose, but Qiao Ruolan was so angry that he murmured secretly.

But now that Qiao Ruolan is in a state of turmoil, she can only smile stubbornly: "Then please give me cousin more advice!"

The two maidservants laid paper for them again, and the second daughter wrote again.

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

Prose, Yi Yi, Gudou inscription ...

Just thinking about it like this, the girls also felt that they couldn't think of a few.

However, in this short period of time Xiao Xiao wrote a dozen more quickly. On the other hand, on the other side, Qiao Ruolan was sweating and his hesitant stylus stopped in mid-air. She only wrote six "Shou" characters, and her mind was so blank that she couldn't think of other fonts.

Du Xinmin looked more anxious than Qiao Ruolan. On the one hand, lowering his voice to let Qiao Ruolan think about it, on the other hand, he scolded Qiao Ruolan uselessly!

Qiao Ruolan's pen finally landed on the paper, but there was no movement for a long time. The ink marks fainted on the paper from the end of her pen, from the inside to the outside, from deep to light. The larger the stain, the white the paper was lined with black ink. Incomparably dazzling ... Finally, Jo Ruolan dropped his pen and splashed out a piece of ink.

Xiao Zheng continued to write down, and wrote another seven or eight. She seemed to notice that Qiao Ruolan did not continue any more, and she still finished writing.

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

Although there are rumors that Xiao Yan has learned outstandingly, but many girls have never seen Xiao Yan at all, naturally she does not know her true talents, but Qiao Ruolan is different. I can often see her playing piano, painting, and calligraphy with other girls. Known in southern Xinjiang. Gradually, some girls only became Xiaohuang because they had the name of a big girl in the royal palace.

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

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

Qiao Ruolan's face was so pale that she knew that to this day, today's events will soon spread out. At that time, I am afraid that everyone knows that she will not succeed to the concubine, but she is defeated in Xiao Yan's hands ... ...

Nanjiang Shuangluan ... She didn't like the name, and hated everyone to compare her with Xiaoluo. However, she did not expect that Xiaoluo's men would be defeated today.

Maybe in the future, no one will really mention "Southern Xinjiang Double Sisters" again.

Qiao Ruolan's body was shaking slightly, and she didn't know if she was angry or regretted it. 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 again!

Du Xinmin hesitated a bit and followed him out.

But at this moment, no one cares about them anymore, everyone is surrounded by Xiao Zhe's book case, and looks at the Baishou map with admiration.

Hua Hui's language is still so, she looked at it for a while and sincerely exclaimed: "Girl Xiao, this picture of Baishou is really wonderful. I have never seen several fonts before. Please forgive me, please Let me copy it? "

Xiao Yan agreed quickly.

After thanking Xiao Hua in Huahui language, he carefully read all the words "Shou" written by Xiao Hua, and the more he saw it, the more he became surprised.

Hua Hui didn't know how to ask. He pointed to the fonts she didn't know and asked, "Girl, Xiao, I don't know what these fonts are?"

Xiao Yi answered with a smile one by one: "This is the fin li ... this is Jubao Wen ... this is the book of birds and insects." She said with interest, "this fin and bird and insect books are still taught by me!" As soon as she was writing, she replaced these rare fonts into this picture of Baishou.

"It turned out that Princess Shi is also a master of calligraphy!" Hua Hui glanced respectfully towards Nangong Ling. Last time at the Xiao Xiaotang feast, she felt that Princess Shi was out of chapter and she learned a lot.

Xiao Yue said, "There are more things in Dahui than I do!"

She said freely. The other girls thought about it too. How could Shi Zifei, who is also the niece of the century-old Nangong family, naturally have no academic qualities? For a moment, the girls looked at Nangong Yan with respect.

Hua Hui language blessed the blessing body, and said with a full face: "I wonder if the concubine can give a little woman some advice?"

Nangong smiled with a smile and said, "It is not daring to teach, so we can benefit each other by communicating with each other."

"Then please enlighten the concubine." Hua Hui language smiled even more brilliantly, Xiao Xuan stepped back and gave the book case to Hua Hui language, his face could not wait. I want to see how the words written in Huahui compare to her paintings.

Huahui spoke with a pen and ink, and wrote four characters in one go on a new piece of rice paper.

Hua Hui language's flowers are delicate and soft, but her characters are very different from paintings and wild.

She wrote cursive.

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

Cursive writing is wild and often difficult to identify. There was a joke in the previous dynasty. A cursive master wrote a poem and drank a pot of wine after writing a half poem. However, after writing the wine, he wrote and found that he did not know what he knew The words of the book.

Nangong looked at it for a moment and then said, "Girl Hua, are you copying the copybook of Cao Shengzhang?"

Hua Hui had bright eyes and nodded, "I have been practicing for more than half a year."

Nangong groaned and said: "Girl, Hua, you are the best at writing the word, you are down, you have entered the cursive threshold, but ..."

The girls were a little surprised. In their opinion, the cursive writing of Huahui language was gentle and unpredictable, which was already quite good, but Shi Zifei said that she just got started.

Nangong Yu continued: "The beauty of cursive script is that it is ready to be delivered in one go, and it makes people feel happy. Master Zhang is bold and indulgent in drinking. He often writes after a drunk and writes it in a stroke. Girl Hua, so-called ' Words like others', can your temperament be like Master Zhang? "

Hua Hui was thoughtful. She learned cursive only because she felt that Zhang Xu's cursive writing was very beautiful.

Hua Hui language squinted slightly, his eyes became clearer. She blessed herself: "Listening to Jun, it is better to read a book for ten years. Thank you for your guidance."

Nangong smiled and saw that she had realized that it was the end.

While talking, a round-faced woman in Tsing Yi hurriedly walked out of the hall. She blessed the girls and said clearly: "Sir concubine, a few girls, the poems of Xixiuge It's going to start in a quarter of an hour. I don't know if everyone is going to take a look? "

Xiao Yong's face was doubtful, "Poetry?"

Although there will be poetry clubs at every Xiu Xiu meeting, for Xiao Yan, she only cares about the exhibits every year, and she really hasn't paid much attention to the so-called poetry clubs. And all that Nangong Yu knows about Xun Xiu comes from Xiao Xun, and at the moment is also a little dazed.

Seeing this, Hua Hui explained with a smile or two.

It turned out to be a regular activity of the Xiu Xiuhui ... Nangong Xiu nodded slightly. Although she didn't have much interest, since someone came to ask, she should.

The other girls learned that the time for the poetry society was approaching, and they said goodbye to Nangong one by one. They also had to go with the elders together.

After the case was cleared up, Nangong Yu and Xiao Yu went out of the Tianxi Hall with the Tsing Yi woman.

They walked along the hand-sanding veranda, bypassed the pond that they passed by, and passed through a garden and several pavilions. The woman in Tsing Yi pointed at a carved attic corridor in front of her: , Big Girl, that's Xiuxue Pavilion. "

Xiao Xi naturally knew about Xiuxiu Pavilion and introduced it to Nangongxuan actively. For example, this Xiuxue Pavilion has a hundred years of history. For example, the plaque above is a handwriting by the former calligraphy master Huangfu. Xiao Yan's face was full of glory again.

There are two floors of Xiuxiu Pavilion. The woman did not take them to the entrance from the main entrance, but instead walked to the side stairs. She also knew that Nangong Yu arrived in southern Xinjiang for the first time. Today is the poetry society. The scholars are all on the first floor. In order to avoid collision, they can only ask two people to go here. "Then, she added," the armrests on the second floor have been covered with tulle. You two can sit behind the screen and watch. "

Nangong Yu Wenyan slightly jaw head.

It was too late for Nangong Ning and his party to arrive. Many people sat in the corridor on the second floor. When they saw Nangong Ning coming up, they all got up and saluted.

Nangong Yu raised her hand to signal a "free gift" and went to the guest seat in the north to sit down, while Xiao Yu sat on her right.

Qiuxiu Pavilion is a zigzag building, and the halls on the first and second floors can directly overlook the hall on the first floor.

At the moment, dozens of Lihuamu book cases were placed in the hall. After each case, a young student was seated. Around the hall was a circle chair and case table, where the male guests watched the game. .

After sitting on a book case in the second row, Ye Minming looked up at the direction of the guest on the second floor. The translucent tulle fluttered slightly in the wind, and some women could be faintly seen standing or standing behind the tulle.

Ye Mingming's heartbeat accelerated two beats, her sister was right, and Xiao Xiao really came!

There were other students whispering around:

"That's the seat of the Zhennan Royal Palace. Isn't the concubine and the Royal Palace girl coming?"

"Then I must behave well ..."

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

"I heard that Ye Gongzi, who came from Qingmao College, was greatly appreciated by the Lord.

"..."

For a moment, Ye Guangming seemed to have a few eyes, he felt a little contented, straightened his waist subconsciously, and then couldn't help looking at the right front.

It was a young man wearing a blue and blue moire brocade, and a black hair was tied behind his head with a bamboo jade.

It was the first time Ye Mingming had seen the son of Xuan Gong, but the talented name of the other party had already been astonishing.

The son of Xuan Gong, named Xuan Ming, is a sister-in-law of Xuan Family, a scholar family in southern Xinjiang, and one of the most famous talents in Wanmu Academy in recent years.

Ye Mingming once read Xuanming's articles and poems, and this man really learned something extraordinary. Of course, he will never lose to him!

The problem is that under the premise that the two talents are equivalent, they declare that they definitely have greater advantages than themselves. Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. In the case of the two talents being similar, it depends on the examiner's preference.

The jury members of the Juxiu Association are basically all from Wanmu Academy, which means that in today's poetry conference, they declare that they must have a greater advantage than themselves.

Ye Minming squinted slightly. Originally, Xiu Xiuhui was not an imperial examination. The victory or defeat of this kind of poetry society was just a momentary scene. He didn't take it seriously.

But now Xiao Yan is ...

He knew Xiao Yuan, he knew Xiao Yuan's good, but Xiao Yuan didn't know him yet, let alone his talent.

Xiao Yan ’s talent is so outstanding that ordinary ordinary people will not be able to get into her eyes. If this time he loses to Xuanming, is n’t he just like everyone and ca n’t make a little impression on Xiao Yan? !!

Ye Mingming's hands clenched into a fist in his sleeve unconsciously, and there was a tangle in his eyes.

At that moment, there was a sudden silence all around, all eyes in the pavilion looked towards the entrance on the first floor.

I saw an old man over sixty years old walked in with a group of five or six men. The old man wore a royal blue hang silk, straight and medium in size. Although he was in the age of a flower man, his waist was quite straight. A pair of eyes are shining.

"Long mountain!"

"Long Yushan!"

Many of the students in the lobby stood up. Most of them were students from Wanmu College, and a few were students or literati from other colleges. They simply admired Shan Chang's knowledge and behavior.

This old man is Yu Shanchang of Wanmu Academy.

Yu Shanchang smiled and greeted everyone with a smile, followed by those who accompanied him to the jury seat.

After everyone sat down again, after Changshan cleared his throat, Yu Shan said: "Welcome everyone to come here. Today, the talents of Nanjiang are gathered here. Now, in order to cheer the poetry association, the leader of today's poetry society has an extra highlight. "

There was an instant commotion in the Xiuxue Pavilion. The guests on the first and second floors watched each other and cast a curious glance at Changshan. Judging from Changshan's style, the color head he said will never be an ordinary color head.

Yu Shanchang paused for a while. He looked around at the crowd, his eyes were bright and bright, and the voice continued: "The old man will recommend the head of today's poetry society to Wangdu's princely commemoration book for one year, and Shuxiu is free ..."

Ye Mingming couldn't believe his ears, and he was so excited: if he could go to Guozijian to study, he would definitely be three thousand miles a day, and he would be able to pave the way for his future in Guozijian—can read Most of them are talented children who have learned extraordinary things. These people will greatly help his imperial examinations and his career.

This time the poem will affect not only his love, but also his future!

Thinking, Ye Minming's heart was slightly hot, and he said to himself, he can't lose! He must not lose to Xuanming!

Ye Mingming looked up at Xuan Ming, looking to the right and forward, and there was a firm sharpness in his eyes.

He knew the subject earlier than Xuanming ... this is his greatest advantage!

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