Inside the boudoir.

Ye Junlang has already walked in. The whole boudoir is decorated in an extremely elegant manner, not luxurious, but it also makes people feel elegant in style. It feels like a spring breeze, and it feels very comfortable.

"Please sit down for Mr. Ye."

After the maid Hongying spoke and led Ye Junlang into the seat, she left the room and closed the door with her backhand.

Ye Junlang had already seen a pearl curtain in front of him, and a beautiful figure appeared behind the pearl curtain, with a romantic figure, which attracted reverie.

Hurry!

At this time, a white jade hand walked through the pearl curtain and pushed it away to the side. The Miaoman figure behind the pearl curtain moved lightly and walked out.

Ye Junlang kept watching, and this scene looked like a kind of beauty that was like a person walking out of the painting.

Miaoman walked to Ye Junlang, her body slightly bent, and her voice softly said: "The little woman Tianxiang has seen Mr. Ye."

While speaking, her head drooped slightly, her posture was soft, and a beautiful and flawless jade face was also presented to Ye Junlang.

The eyebrows are faintly swept away, the nose is delicate, and a jade face that is suitable for anger and joy reveals a lot of tenderness, like the shy blooming bud, which is pity but cannot bear to be blasphemous.

At this moment, her eyes raised, her eyes as bright as stars, and her delicate red lips were like ripe cherries. She felt an irresistible urge to kiss her at a glance.

Her figure is evenly beautiful, with even bones and flesh. If one point increases, it will be more, and if one point is less, it will be less. Her white and flawless skin is as fine as fat, and if it is greasy, it looks very moist.

Ye Junlang has indeed seen many beauties, and there are many around him.

But it was the first time I met someone who was as charming as Tianxiang.

When it comes to the delicate facial features, perhaps Tianxiang is not as good as Su Hongxiu, Shen Chenyu, Zihuang Saint, Bai Xian'er, Dan Tai Mingyue, Xuan Ji Fairy, etc., perhaps his charming figure may not be as good as the witch, Qingxi, Longnu, An Rumei, etc.

However, Tianxiang has a touching style, a tenderness that makes a man feel pity and care when he sees her. When he sees her, he will turn into softness around his fingers.

Ye Junlang felt very restless at this moment.

I want to take Tianxiang into my arms, feel her tenderness, and treat her honestly and give her all the gifts.

This kind of restlessness is actually not normal.

Ye Junlang noticed it, so he was restraining it.

You should know that Ye Junlang has reached the realm of creation and can control his instincts well. Even when facing many beauties such as Qingxi, he has never felt so restless.

Ye Junlang finally knew why the son of the Barbarian God was obsessed with this incense girl.

This woman does have an irresistible temptation.

"Miss Tianxiang doesn't need to be polite, sit down."

Ye Junlang smiled calmly. Although he was restless inside, he seemed calm on the surface.

After all, Ye Junlang is not a young man, and his experience in love may not be less than that in the battlefield. Although this woman is pitiful, it will not make Ye Junlang immediately impatient to take advantage of the situation.

"Thank you Mr. Ye."

Tian Xiang smiled and sat down on the chair next to Ye Junlang.

A wisp of fragrant wind rushes towards you, refreshing your heart, and Ye Junlang can't help but smell it a few more times.

"I have asked Hongying to prepare some wine and food, and I will invite Mr. Ye to have a drink later. How about it?" Tian Xiang said with a graceful smile and a soft tone.

"Drinking with the beauty is a great joy in life. How can I refuse Miss Tianxiang's invitation?" Ye Junlang said with a smile.

Tian Xiang poured tea for Ye Junlang and said with a smile: "Young Master is not a wilderness."

Ye Junlang did not deny it and said, "I am indeed not from the wilderness. I came from the south. I came from a small sect."

"Young Master Ye is such a talented person!"

Tian Xiang looked at Ye Junlang with admiration, and said happily: "I have always loved plum blossoms. Therefore, I was really excited to see the young master's poem about plum blossoms, especially the two lines "sparse shadows slanting across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk" vividly writes the plum blossoms' style and body. There is no plum blossom in the whole poem about plum blossoms, but plum blossoms are everywhere, which is really exquisite!"

Ye Junlang could see that the admiration she showed was real.

But this reality adds a little bit of her charm, and the delicate and gentle appearance that is suitable for joy and anger is even more difficult to control.

Ye Junlang took a sip of tea and diverted his attention.

"It's too good to be famous. The article is natural, and I can get it by hand. Therefore, I am here but I can't be the word "big talent." Ye Junlang said with a smile.

Tian Xiang's eyes lit up: "A post is natural, but I got it by my hand... The young master wrote a poem, so why should I be humble?"

“No, no.”

Ye Jun waved his hand and acted very modestly. In fact, he felt a secret feeling when he heard such a beautiful woman's praise.

He finally understood why the male protagonists in some time travel novels like to spend time with Tang and Song poems so much, and they are so proud of others. It’s nothing else, just because it’s so cool.

A random copy of a poem that has been passed down through the ages has attracted a lot of praise and uproar. This feeling of showing saints in front of people is naturally very satisfying.

Ye Junlang has experienced it now.

Of course, Ye Junlang really didn't think about this at the beginning. He wanted to fulfill the Son of the Barbarian God. Unexpectedly, the Son of the Barbarian God was not good enough and was discovered by Tian Xiang, so he had to let him, the real master, come.

"Young Master, I'll play a song for you."

At this time, Tianxiang said.

"good."

Ye Junlang nodded.

Tianxiang hugged a pipa, sat down and smiled at Ye Junlang. Then her white and delicate jade fingers began to pluck the strings, and the rotation axis plucked the strings for a few times, before the tune became a melody.

Soon, a touching sound of the piano echoed in the room.

As Ye Junlang listened, the poem "Pipa Xing" subconsciously flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but recite and say-

"The big string is like a heavy rain, and the small string is like a whisper. The noisy and slightest slightest plays, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The orioles sing at the middle of the door and the flowers are slippery, and the spring is silent and flowing under the ice. The ice spring is cold and stern, and the strings are clear, and the sound is clear and not clear for a while.

There is a different kind of sorrow and dark hatred, and silence is better than sound at this time."

Ye Junlang used to find it difficult to understand the artistic conception of the poem "Pipa Xing". At this moment, watching Tian Xiang still holding the pipa and playing half-covered her face, this feeling gave him a profound understanding of this poem.

After the song was over, Ye Junlang also came to his senses.

He looked at it and saw that Miss Tianxiang was covered with tears on his face. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Miss Tianxiang, what's wrong with you?"

Tianxiang smiled, the pear blossoms were filled with rain, and the charming one said, "I am just so happy. Only the young master can understand the meaning of the song for so many years. By the way, can the poems that the young master recited just now be given to me?"

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