All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

A girl with a round face said: "If you put it this way, wouldn't those young men be able to choose their wives in the corridor?"

"Who's to say it's not? It's said to be a garden poetry party, but in fact it's for the young men of the Shen family to choose wives, right?" The oval-faced girl agreed, with infinite longing in her eyes.

"If I could be the wife of Mr. Shen Yubai, it would be worth my while to die immediately."

The square-faced girl said cryptically: "I heard that the first place in this garden poetry party will have a bonus!"

"What kind of lottery?"

"Seems to be…"

"Keep your voice down, this Baiweilou is the Shen family's restaurant, maybe Mr. Shen is upstairs!"

Then the three of them murmured, but Song Xiang didn't hear a word.

After the waiter served the food, Zhou Yanzhen took a sip of wine, glanced at Song Xiang, and asked in a low voice: "Are you interested in this poetry club sister?"

"I wasn't interested at first, but after hearing what they said about the prizes, I became a little interested."

"Sister Song Xiang, are you so short of money?" Zhou Yanzhen looked at Song Xiang, and she didn't look like she was short of money.

Song Xiang smiled and said: "Who would think that there is too much money?"

Zhou Yanzhen's focus was not on money. She was eating food while looking at the construction and furnishings in the building. She said with envy: "Master Shen has been running such a large restaurant at a young age. It shows that the Shen family is not That kind of family that values ​​girls over boys!”

"This is indeed quite puzzling!" Song Xiang took a sip of plum wine and said pertinently, "A businessman with a big family will pass on the position of head of the family to the girl in the family, but it is rare to pass it on to the son. Maybe there’s something unspeakable!”

"Those girls sitting next door said that the Shen family was going to hold a garden poetry party, but they didn't say what the prize was? It's tempting! Sister Song Xiang, please sit down first, and I'll go over and find out more!"

Zhou Yanzhen brought a glass of plum wine and walked over with the bottle in hand.

After a while, Zhou Yanzhen came back with a red face after drinking: "Sister Song Xiang, have you eaten yet? Let's go after eating! Let's talk while walking!"

"Let's go, I've eaten early and I've been waiting for you!"

Song Xiang helped Zhou Yanzhen out of Baiweilou and onto the carriage.

Zhou Yanzhen said mysteriously: "Do you know what the Shen family's prize is?"

"A thousand taels of silver?"

Zhou Yanzhen clicked her tongue and said: "Sister Song Xiang, you can't see money out of your eyes, can you?"

"Let me tell you straight, the Shen family's lucky draw this time is a painting jointly created by Master Wuchen and the legendary Master Wu Xuzi, called "Mountain Dwelling in Dayun Temple". It's hard to find!"

Song Xiang raised his forehead slightly: "Okay, just tell me how much it can be sold for?"

"I heard it costs ten thousand taels of gold!"

"What?" Song Xiang became energetic instantly. If he was lucky enough to get this painting and sell it elsewhere, wouldn't it be a huge profit?

Zhou Yanzhen looked at Song Xiang's excited look and poured cold water on her: "Sister Song Xiang, don't be too eager to be happy. It's a garden poetry party. Since it's a poetry party, we must compete in poems and poems. Confucian scholars like us, go there It is also a foil for talented people who have already achieved fame."

"That's not necessarily true. Confucian girls from major aristocratic families in Fucheng, who have been influenced by their families since childhood, are definitely no worse than those scholars."

"This is true, but what does it have to do with us!" Zhou Yanzhen said with a little pity, "Anyway, we have no chance of winning the poetry meeting, but we can take this opportunity to see those young masters from aristocratic families, and they are the same!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Yanzhen excitedly encouraged Song Xiang and said with a smile, "Hey, how about we go and get to know each other better?"

Song Xiang was already moved when she heard about Huang Jin Wanliang. She already made up her mind to go without Zhou Yanzhen's words.

That's ten thousand taels of gold. I didn't expect that a masterpiece's "Dwelling in the Mountains of Dayun Temple" would be so valuable. How is this different from walking on a golden mountain?

She said she had to go see it!

With different thoughts, the two returned to the Liang family.

When they arrived at the guest house, just in time for dinner, Song Xiang took out the gifts for the two of them and asked the taro to be delivered to their rooms.

After Wei Tingxun returned, he saw that Song Xiang had even bought him a coat, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

In most families, the eldest father or the head of the wife buys the underwear. How could Song Xiang...

She is a Confucian scholar and can only study hard. She must not know the twists and turns in the inner house. I think it is unintentional...

Wei Ting couldn't help but convince himself. After a while, he accepted Song Xiang's kindness, chose a moon-white plain brocade robe and put it on before going to Song Xiang's room.

He had no slaves, so he could only knock on the door himself: "Miss Song..."

Taro opened the door from the inside and hurriedly invited Wei Tingxun in.

Song Xiang was drinking the sobering soup. When he saw Wei Tingxun coming in, he immediately stood up from the stool and said, "Mr. Wei, you look good in this dress!"

"Ting Xun feels bad for letting Miss Song spend so much money, so I came here to say thank you!"

"You're welcome, the abbot said that helping others is also a blessing!" In order to put Wei Tingxun's clothes at ease, Song Xiang had to make nonsense, "If you want me to be full of blessings, just change those clothes too. If you wear it, don’t be reluctant to wear it!”

"Oh, by the way, those two packs of peach blossom cakes and two travel notes are for you. You can read them when you have nothing to do!"

Wei Tingxun hummed softly, bowed and said goodbye, "Then Tingxun won't disturb the lady's rest."

Song Xiang nodded slightly and watched him leave the house before sitting on the stool again.

As soon as he sat down, he heard Taro say that Mr. Feng was here. Song Xiang stood up and saw Feng Mian walking in, also thanking him for the Bazhen cake.

After sending Feng Mian away, Song Xiang had time to wash up and rest.

On the second day, after finishing the meal, Song Xiang asked Zhou Yanzhen to go out with the gifts and went to Luo Jiaoyu's house according to the address given by Liang Gong.

"Sister Song Xiang, I heard that Luo Juren is the tutor of the government school, so her knowledge must be quite good!"

Song Xiang nodded and said with admiration: "They are all people who have been through the Gongyuan gate for several times. Even if they have not been admitted to the Jinshi, they are still worthy of our respect!"

"Sister Song Xiang, when you say that, I get a little nervous, but don't make any mistakes!"

Song Xiang said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you make a mistake. The only thing is that your attitude must be respectful, so as not to lose your reputation as a master!"

"I can do this, but I'm afraid that she will test me. Sister Song Xiang, why don't you go by yourself!" Zhou Yanzhen said nervously, stroking the sweat on her palms.

"We're already at the door, why don't we visit? Let's go!"

Song Xiang and Zhou Yanzhen each carried a basket of gifts and knocked on the door of Luo Jiaoyu's house.

Luo Jiaoyu has been very busy with the government examinations recently. As soon as he had some free time today, he saw a servant coming in with a letter to report.

She opened the letter and said with a huge smile: "Okay, okay, it turns out he is a student of Yujue. Go and invite him in."

Song Xiang and Zhou Yanzhen carried baskets into the inner hall, bowed together and said, "Student Song Xiang (Zhou Yanzhen) has met Luo Jiaoyu!"