Fu Xiu Yi was a member of the Imperial family and naturally knew of the Imperial family's means. The crisp sound of the teacup falling to the ground seemed to be inadvertent but it had already disrupted the rhythm of the musicians on the stage and those bewitching tones could not continue. He naturally wanted to see who the culprit was. Fu Xiu Yi himself had a cautious and suspicious character so he did not think that the other party did it unintentionally.
The purple clad young female was holding her chin and talking to the person beside her. Her expression was cold and distant but there was an indescribable bearing that clearly separated her from the people around her.
"Who is Ninth Younger Brother looking at?" Prince Zhou, Fu Xiu An followed Fu Xiu Yi's gaze and revealed a knowing smile, "Speaking of the few of us brothers, only Ninth Younger Brother has not married. Did Imperial Father not mention many times about Ninth Younger Brother's consort selection? That Young Lady looks like a Young Lady from which residence? She looks not bad. One do not know whose relative she is. Is there anyone who knows her? "
"It is the Fifth Young Lady from the formidable Great General residence, this one's student." Pei Lang was standing not far away and answered when he heard it.
"The Fifth Young Lady from the formidable Great General residence?" Prince Jing, Fu Xiu An's memory was not bad. Perhaps it was because Shen Miao's name was too big that even the Imperial family were not unfamiliar with her name. He said, "Isn't that Shen Xin, General Shen's Di daughter? Seems to be called Shen Miao? "
"How could it be Shen Miao." Fu Xiu An smiled without a care, "The matter of Shen Miao chasing our Ninth Younger Brother is known by the entire capital. Did not she fall into the water a few days ago because of Ninth Younger Brother? If Ninth Younger Brother really likes Shen Miao, why would it be so troublesome? Moreover, Shen Miao is an idiot. You see that Young Lady opposite, she has a calm and noble temperament. How could it be Shen Miao? "
"Fourth Older Brother be careful with your words. Xiu Yi does not have such intention." Fu Xiu Yi shook his head but his eyes were looking at the purple clad young female at the female side of the banquet.
It was not that his heart was not shocked. What kind of person was Shen Miao? In his eyes, she was no different from those young females who admired him. Those young females who admired him would at least pretend to be reserved on the surface and knew some etiquette. As for Shen Miao … Other than looking at him foolishly, she did not know anything else. Naturally he would not look at an idiot who was the joke of the entire Ding capital. If it was not for Shen Xin's face, he would definitely clearly show his disgust.
In his memory, Shen Miao always loved to wear bright red and green clothes and loved gold accessories. She would ferociously smear rouge and powder on her face, just like a clown on a stage, and it was even a stage in the countryside. And the purple-clothed young lady in front of him had creamy skin, graceful eyebrows, and an air of nobility that clearly distinguished her from the surrounding women. How could it be Shen Miao?
He was not the only one who was confused. Pei Lang was also confused.
As Shen Miao's teacher for two years, Pei Lang undoubtedly understood Shen Miao more than Fu Xiu Yi. If one's appearance could be changed and clothes could be adjusted, the temperament of one's body would be different. Pei Lang was a scholar and a scholar valued one's temperament more than others. Shen Miao seemed to have changed into another person overnight, so how could there be such a thing?
He didn't think about the teacup just now. Although he also felt that there was something wrong with the music, in his heart, how could a little girl hear the problem in it? Moreover Shen Miao was never an expert in zither skills.
Everyone had their own thoughts but the musician on stage had already finished. The academy examinations were about to begin.
This year's academy examinations was different from the previous years. There was no differentiation between male and female, only civil and military. Even though Guang Wen Tang required the students to be proficient in both the pen and the sword, but the rules had always been like this for a hundred years. There were very few females who chose the sword and in the literary category, it was basically the males who chose the sword. This was because these three subjects were actually ways for the court to select talents. Just like a Daren once said, "In the examination of Jinshi, one would usually be a general or minister and would be extremely well known."
In the military category, one would need to test riding, shooting, spear, weight bearing and so on. But after all it was not a real military examination, so there was no need for military drills or a specific arena.
Most of the females would be tested in the four categories of poetry, song and literature, and this was a tacit tradition. Even if Ming Qi was considered to be open, it was much harsher towards females. It was not only Ming Qi, almost all the countries were like this. Females should stay at home to support their husband and teach their children, singing the wind and the moon.
Ming Qi's academy examinations had always been divided into three parts, drawing, selection and challenge.
Everyone had to draw and the examiner would mess up the order and the situation of the drawing would determine what each person would draw for the academy examinations. In order to avoid drawing something that was too difficult, the females would draw from the four categories of literature while the males would draw from the military and literature categories.
Because this was one of the unavoidable categories, Shen Miao would lose face in this category every year because she did not know any of the four categories of poetry, song and literature.
As for selection, it was the second stage. One could choose a category that one was good at to go up on stage to display, just like how Shen Yue often chose to play the zither and Shen Qing chose to calculate.
As for the last part, it was challenge. This challenge was not selection but a challenge. Some people could go up on stage and randomly pick a student to be their opponent and compete in one of the categories. This kind of situation would often happen in a situation where the opponent was evenly matched. For someone like Shen Miao, challenging her would be an insult to one's own strength. But there were also those who wanted to see Shen Miao become a joke and deliberately picked Shen Miao to go up on stage to compare in one category. Naturally there was no need to guess the outcome. No matter which category, Shen Miao would suffer a crushing defeat.
So to Shen Miao, the academy examinations every year was a nightmare and every year she would be treated as a joke by everyone. There were countless of such days.
And it was the same this year.
The main examiner on stage pretended to say something as usual and the other two people took out two small wooden buckets from the back. The wooden buckets were filled with lots of paper. On these papers were the categories of the academy examinations which were drawn by the students themselves.
Both males and females would have to draw and one of them walked over to the male side of the banquet and handed it to the male students. Another tall female took the bucket and walked over to the female side of the banquet and let the female students draw according to the order.
Feng An Ning blinked her eyes, "May the Heavens bless me. I only hope to draw the zither and literature categories. I really do not know anything about painting and chess." She looked at Shen Miao, "You do not seem to be worried at all. Could it be that you have a card up your sleeve? Or are you just smashing a broken pot? "It was not that her words were harsh but Shen Miao was indeed a fool who did not know anything.
Shen Miao declined to comment. Was there any meaning in drawing? She did not know anything about the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting.
When the wooden buckets were passed to Shen Miao's table, Feng An Ning first drew and after drawing the lot paper, she could not wait to open it and immediately gave a sigh of relief, "It is zither! It is zither! This is great. These few days of zither practice were not in vain. Shen Miao, what is yours? "
Shen Miao's hand had just withdrawn from the bucket and there was a white piece of paper in her palm that was folded into a long strip. She opened it and there was a word inside.
Painting.
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