Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

Ji Xiao said nonchalantly, "Hehe, talented woman, there are three talented women at our table!"

Nobody's as arrogant as them!

The second sister didn't dare to say much, just smiled and left, leaving the others looking at each other in bewilderment.

Ji Xiao was quite surprised, "There are all kinds of people in a big city like this!"

"Alright, let's stop worrying about it. The results won't be released for another five days."

"We've finally got a few days off, let's go out and have some fun!"

The group also found it boring to just sit there, so they agreed to Ji Xiao's idea!

Experiencing the daily life of the people in the city on the streets, it truly lives up to its reputation as a prefecture-level city.

It was truly bustling and lively. Looking around, there were many students like them enjoying themselves. It seemed that everyone was out relaxing!

Suddenly, I saw a large group of students gathered at the entrance of a pavilion in the distance.

More people continued to arrive, which puzzled the four. Ji Xiao quickly stopped one of them to ask.

"Hey, Your Majesty, what are you all doing? What are so many of you doing there?"

The woman who was stopped hurriedly said, "Oh, I heard that Wenxing Pavilion is holding a poetry gathering!"

There were also renowned scholars from the Yuntianfu Academy present, and the attendees were all outstanding young women from various counties.

If one were to publish a poem that is praised and judged by many great scholars, it would be considered a great honor and a rare opportunity.

"Alright, I'm going in now!" The woman then left without looking back.

Zhuang Xinyan nodded silently, "It seems to be a great Confucian scholar from the official school in the prefectural city who organized this poetry gathering!"

After passing the imperial examination and becoming a Xiucai (a scholar who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations), all the students were required to enter official schools for further study.

When I participate in the autumn examination next year, I will be able to take the provincial examination.

Gaining the praise of renowned scholars and officials in advance would surely increase one's chances!

Meng Xueming spoke slowly.

"Why don't we go and take a look? We're bored anyway, so why not join in the fun at this poetry gathering?"

"Yes, let's go take a look!" Ji Xiao suggested excitedly.

Han Zixuan nodded silently; well, the group was in agreement.

Let's go to Wenxing Pavilion together.

Under the sunlight, the eaves and brackets of Wenxing Pavilion resemble a roc spreading its wings, outlining a powerful and vigorous silhouette.

Although the vermilion lacquer on the pavilion is mottled, it cannot conceal its former glory.

Scholars and literati gathered in front of the gate, dressed in long gowns and exuding elegance.

The writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were neatly arranged on the desk, and the fragrance of ink wafted far and wide.

Han Zixuan and the others were pushed aside to watch the female ruler write poetry.

Looking up inside, there were more than a dozen tables, all filled with people.

The students posted all the poems they had written on the obituary for people to see.

There were indeed several elegantly dressed elderly men moving among the students.

When they see a good poem, they will stop and admire it, nodding to show their appreciation, and they will also invite several other elderly people to look at it together.

The surrounding students also gathered around to watch. "Look, it's Scholar Chen! She's quite famous in the official school!"

"That queen must be exceptionally learned!"

"Let me see! Oh, this is Ms. Liu from Suiyang County. I heard she could compose poems when she was only five years old."

He could read the Analects fluently at the age of ten and was considered a child prodigy!

"Oh my, that's Lady Jiang from Minzhou County, and Lady Wang from Fenyang County!"

"I wonder who will be the poetry champion this year!!"

An elderly woman emerged from the pavilion, dressed in a plain brocade robe.

Although time has etched deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, it cannot conceal the wise light in his eyes.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, with a few strands of silver hair hanging down, exuding a composure that had been refined by the passage of time.

With an air of dignified authority, she announced, "Dear students, today this old woman and her colleagues are holding a grand spring gathering here once again."

Anyone interested is welcome to come up on stage and exchange ideas with the students present.

"For today's grand gathering, this humble old woman has prepared the first prize: a box of Huizhou inkstones that I have treasured for many years, and three hundred taels of silver for the poetry champion."

The audience erupted in commotion, with some whispering, "The prizes are secondary; everyone's just hoping to make a name for themselves in front of Scholar Chen!"

"It is said that Scholar Chen came from the Hongwen Academy and even edited the Book of Rites and the Book of Poetry!"

"Yes, yes, if we could receive guidance from such a scholar, we would surely benefit greatly from it!"

"Hehe, that depends on whether your poems can meet Scholar Chen's standards."

"If you have the ability, you are welcome to go on stage and compete with the other students!"

The student who was being talked about blushed!

At this moment, several maids appeared on the stage and opened the scrolls in their hands.

"Quick, the questions are out!"

Everyone looked up, including Han Zixuan and the others.

"Write a poem on the theme of spring rain!"

"It's not difficult to write a poem about spring rain! Let me write one and ask you students to appreciate it."

This literary spectacle is truly exhilarating!

“If the lady is truly talented, she can compose a poem to compete with her.”

This is also called a poetry contest, a common and elegant activity at poetry gatherings!

"Yes, I haven't seen anyone compete in poetry this year!"

"There are more students this year than in previous years, including many who have already made a name for themselves."

"It's bound to be spectacular!"

Many students were eager to try, and the audience was in a state of excitement.

Han Zixuan and her companions, who were standing in the crowd, were forcefully pushed aside.

Ji Xiao frowned and looked over, only to find that it was the same group of people she had met early that morning.

"Make way, make way! Lady Su is going to go on stage to write a poem, please do not stop her!"

The woman next to him shoved Meng Xueming directly and very rudely.

She almost fell, but luckily Zhuang Xinyan, who was standing next to Meng Xueming, caught her.

He frowned and said unhappily, "You are extremely rude! There are stairs to the stage, why are you pushing and shoving in the crowd!"

Su Yaoguang glanced at them with disdain.

The woman who had received the hint became extremely arrogant: "Hmph, what are you doing here making a fuss if you're not going on stage!"

"If you're blocking Ms. Su's path, what's wrong with pushing you?"

"you…"

The other students frowned one by one, "This female ruler is so powerful!"

"That's right, all of you students here, how can you be so rude!"

Hearing the discussion, Su Yaoguang suddenly spoke coldly, "Alright, stop wasting time!"

"Yes, Miss Su!" she said, and then strode forward.

But then something tripped him up, and he lurched forward.

It climbed onto Su Yaoguang, almost causing her to fall.

The woman was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. She scrambled to her feet in a panic and hurriedly straightened Su Yaoguang's clothes.

Su Yaoguang glared angrily at the woman.

"Mistress Su... I didn't mean to!"

How did I suddenly trip over something?

Looking back, Han Zixuan and Ji Xiao both had calm expressions.

With a look of suspicion, he could only turn around and follow Su Yaoguang.

Ji Xiao and Zhuang Xinyan looked at Han Zixuan with suppressed laughter.

Han Zixuan's kick was extremely fast, but the two people standing to the side noticed her subtle movements!

Han Zixuan simply touched her nose lightly, pretending nothing was wrong.

Looking at the stage, Su Yaoguang looked arrogant, her brush moving quickly across the table!

When the paper was picked up and displayed on the stage

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Dark clouds brought rain from the horizon, and mist rose over the vast wilderness.

A gentle rain nourishes the rice seedlings, while gentle tapping on the window shatters a beautiful dream.

The muddy path bears the footprints of my clogs, while the tender willows along the long embankment are shrouded in mist.

Looking into the distance, where the peaks are shrouded in mist, ink and wash paintings appear on the canvas.