Lang Qi was shocked: "Master, isn't Jiang Yao here fine?"
If Su Qianji hadn't heard Jiang Yao's inner voice, he wouldn't have dared to believe it.
"Qianji." Zhao Ce saw that he was distracted and called out, "Can we start now?"
"Um."
Calligraphy is actually simple. You can write poems or draw pictures yourself, or copy poems if that doesn’t work. But the handwriting must look beautiful.
Some people in Zhao State also believe that women's virtue lies in their lack of talent, so more than half of them have been eliminated in this round, and many girls cannot write.
Jiang Yao confidently put away the last stroke. It was the second round, and he could lose honorably.
All the calligraphy and paintings were brought to Zhao Ce, who looked at them and then showed them to Su Qianji.
Only two people got extra points, one was Jiang Shu and the other was He Wan'er.
For the rest, I just picked out a few acceptable ones and passed them on.
But when it came to Jiang Yao's turn, the expression on Zhao Ce's face was indescribable.
Zhao Ye looked at it with great interest and immediately burst into laughter: "Geese, geese, geese, singing with their necks curved to the sky, their white feathers floating on the green water, their red feet touching the waves. Hahaha, whose poem is this? It's so childish, and the handwriting is even better than this when I was three years old."
When Su Qianji got the paper, his solar plexus began to beat violently.
The words on the paper were a black mass, and it was really difficult for Zhao Ye to recognize them.
No need to ask, Su Qianji probably guessed whose handwriting this was.
"The poem is good."
The man uttered three words indifferently.
The sound was not loud, and only Zhao Ce and Zhao Ye could hear it.
Zhao Ce was about to say that he was eliminated but quickly changed his mind.
He looked at Su Qianji strangely.
Zhao Ye was also stunned for a moment, then he laughed playfully: "Yes, yes, the poem is good, suitable for all ages, and easy to recite."
Zhao Ce was speechless: "Is this a poem?"
It is suitable for all ages. If you listen carefully on the streets, you will find that only a three-year-old child can recite this kind of "poem".
However, if two of the three people voted in favor, then Jiang Yao would be approved.
When Zhao Ce announced the approval, the whole room was silent.
Countless strange gazes fell on Jiang Yao.
She herself was extremely surprised.
Is this even possible? She felt more and more that Zhao Ce was playing a trick on her.
The most angry were Jiang Shu and Jiang Xing.
The two of them moved to Jiang Yao's side without knowing when.
Jiang Xing's smile was particularly fake: "Second sister, what tricks did you use to score this?"
Jiang Yao secretly rolled his eyes and responded with the same fake smile: "It's not a trick, it's all luck."
"What's there to be happy about after passing two rounds? You have to pass all four rounds to be selected as a Saint." Jiang Shu's tone was cold, and she looked at Jiang Yao with disdain: "I really don't know where all those etiquettes you learned as a child are. You're embarrassing yourself and making people laugh."
Jiang Yao performed poorly and they were also ridiculed, so Jiang Shu was very dissatisfied with Jiang Yao.
"Next is the third round, tea ceremony."
After the palace maids set up the tea table, the shortlisted girls took their seats one by one. At this time, there were less than ten people left.
However, there are probably not many who can win this round.
The art of tea making is something that cannot be mastered by those without financial resources. An average family may not even drink good tea once a year, let alone learn how to brew it.
"Jiang Yao." Liu Yaoyao deliberately switched seats with the girl next to Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao frowned, the walking sachet came again.
"How on earth did you do that?"
"What?"
"It's your handwriting." Liu Yaoyao asked curiously, "I've seen that handwriting before, but I might not even recognize it. How did it catch the prince's eye?"
Everyone came to ask her, and she herself also wanted to know why.
He glanced at Zhao Ce, who was sitting in a high position, with a look of resentment, and replied casually: "Maybe I'm lucky."
Suddenly, she thought of something: "Weren't you just at Fenghua Pavilion looking at the crabapple blossoms? When did you come back?"
"What Begonia?"
Jiang Yao was suspicious: "Didn't you say there was a beautiful crabapple tree over at Fenghua Pavilion and invited me to go see it?"
"I went to Fenghua Pavilion, but I didn't see any crabapple trees."
Jiang Yao's mind exploded with a buzzing sound.
There was no way Liu Yaoyao was playing tricks on her about this matter. This sachet wasn't particularly smart and couldn't come up with any conspiracy, so she didn't lie.
So who did the maid just falsely tell her to go to Fenghua Pavilion? And what would they do to her there?
"The third round of competition officially begins."
Jiang Yao pulled herself back to her senses, her hand holding the tea leaves trembling slightly. Fortunately, she was smart enough not to go.
"Jiang Yao, you haven't told me how you did it yet?"
Liu Yaoyao continued to ask questions.
Jiang Yao was feeling irritated and turned around to ask, "You don't want to win this round?"
"Yes."
"Then shut up."
Liu Yaoyao was stunned. She had never seen Jiang Yao so fierce before. His eyes were completely different from before.
Taking advantage of the competition, Zhao Ce couldn't help but be curious and ran to Su Qianji.
"Qian Ji, why did you make a special exception for Jiang Yao?"
Su Qianji remained calm and asked, "Did I give her a special exception?"
"If someone writes like that and writes like that, and they both pass, isn't that a special case?"
"The handwriting is a bit ugly, but the poem is passable."
Zhao Ce: "Qian Ji, you don't have to do this for the inner elixir. I can find her and I can also lead her out alone. There is no need for you to force yourself to choose her as the Saint."
"When did I feel wronged?"
After Su Qianji finished speaking, he noticed that naked gaze again.
A girl who was supposed to be making tea seriously was secretly looking up at him, her big watery eyes full of anticipation.
Su Qianji's eyes darkened, and he knew what was going on in her mind without getting close to her.
"Your Highness, please sit back down."
It was another alienating expulsion, very deliberate.
Zhao Ce stood up straight and asked again, "Do you really want Jiang Yao to be the Saint and stay in the palace?"
"Um."
A faint "hmm" was his answer.
"Then I understand."
Zhao Ce was a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything else and returned to his seat.
The man in the wheelchair also had a serious expression. He wanted to get Jiang Yao to his side, mainly because he was curious about her identity and the strange phenomenon of why the inner elixir was in her body and why he could hear her inner voice.
Jiang Yao withdrew his gaze with some regret. Although he only looked at them twice, he could also see the unusual atmosphere between Zhao Ce and Su Qianji.
Did the two of them have a fight?
During this time, Zhao Ce glanced at her with an extremely unfriendly look.
“Snap!”
The teacup slipped from his hand. No way, were they arguing over her again?
"Second Miss Jiang, the tea has been spilled."
A girl in blue came over at some point and helped her pick up the teacup with her delicate hands.
"Oh, thank you."
The face was unfamiliar, and the original owner had no memory of this person. Jiang Yao politely thanked him.
The other party smiled kindly and then retreated.
The girl seemed to be a palace maid, dressed like a high-ranking nanny. She was just walking around the competition field, helping everyone.
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