As soon as the madam said this, the whole place was in an uproar.
Miss Tianxiang is setting an exam, with the theme of "Plum Blossoms" as the theme. There is no limit to the subject matter, including poems and songs.
This is definitely a huge problem for men in the wilderness. Even if the writing style is popular in the Heaven Realm, the writing style in the wilderness is definitely not as good as that in the Nine Realms.
Many people in the wilderness have never read a book in their entire lives, let alone reciting poetry or writing lyrics.
Therefore, after the uproar in the field, there was an extremely strange silence.
There are also many aristocratic princes who come here from some big forces. These princes will pay a lot of money to recruit some literati and poets to their side. Now the opportunity for these literati and poets to show off has come.
"Quickly, write a masterpiece for this princess with the theme of "Plum Blossoms"!
These noble sons all said to the talented people around them who had been recruited with huge sums of money.
"Yongmei..."
Man Shenzi made a bitter look on his face, and sighed and booed: "Yong Mei? How do you write this? You can't do it at all..."
Man Shenzi looked at Ye Junlang beside him, his eyes lit up, and he said: "Brother Ye, with the theme of praising plum blossoms, please help me write a poem. I really don't know how to write poems and songs."
Vulgar warrior... Ye Junlang glanced at Man Shenzi, he joked in his heart, and then asked: "I think some noble gentlemen know how to recruit talented people to their side, why don't you follow suit?"
"this--"
Man Shenzi scratched his head and said: "I don't dare. My father will beat me if he finds out. According to my father's character, he can just kidnap the woman he likes back. What else do I need to learn from literati and poets to recite poems and write poems? I
Dad always looks down on these things. So, how can I dare to recruit any talents?"
"..."
Ye Junlang was speechless.
It is true that like father, like son.
The way Aragami behaves is really direct, simple, and rough!
"Yongmei..."
Ye Junlang groaned and was searching through the inventory of Tang poetry and Song lyrics in his mind.
There are many poems describing plum blossoms in ancient China, but the most charming ones are the two lines that have been sung through the ages.
Thinking of this, Ye Junlang immediately said: "Get your pen and ink ready, I will write a poem for you."
After hearing this, Man Shen Zi looked overjoyed and immediately asked someone to bring the pen and ink.
Ye Junlang picked up his pen and started writing on the rice paper——
"All the flowers are swaying, and they are blooming alone, taking over the charm of the small garden."
While Ye Junlang was writing, Man Shenzi was watching from the side and began to recite silently.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Junlang picked up his pen and continued to write the following two lines of poetry that have been sung through the ages——
"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk."
After Man Shenzi saw the last two sentences, he was shocked and felt as if he was in a trance. He couldn't help opening his mouth and reciting silently: "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk... Wonderful, it's really
How wonderful! These two sentences have completely described the beauty of plum blossoms, and they are simply the most beautiful poems of all time!"
As he said that, Man Shenzi looked at Ye Junlang with a look of admiration, and said: "Brother Ye, I didn't expect that your martial arts are so abnormal, and your literary talent is so outstanding. You are simply a genius, which is enviable."
Jealousy and hatred! No wonder I, the Son of Barbarian God, don’t obey anyone but you, Brother Ye!”
Hearing such praise from Man Shenzi, Ye Junlang blushed and felt a little embarrassed.
After all, this poem was not written by him, it was paid for by him.
"Send this poem in quickly. Otherwise, it will be too late and it will be too late for the selection to end," Ye Junlang said.
The Barbarian Son woke up from a dream and quickly walked out of the private room with the poem and handed it to the Madam.
At the same time, other noble nobles, including others who racked their brains to write some poems and songs, also handed the papers in their hands to the Madam.
Finally, the madam walked into the backyard with a thick stack of poems and songs, came to an elegant and quiet room, and said softly: "Miss Tianxiang, all the poems and songs of all the gentlemen have been written."
"Send it in."
A lazy, melodious, and extremely exciting voice came from the room.
The door opened, and a maid came out, took the poems and songs from the old madam's hand, and walked into the room.
An incense burner in the room smoked smoke, which made people feel relaxed and happy. There was a bead curtain in front of the room. Through the gap in the bead curtain, one could vaguely see a curvy figure lying lazily on a bed.
Through the bead curtain, one can also feel the endearing and soft appearance of this woman.
"Hongying, give me the collected poems and songs. Let's see if there is any truly eye-catching work this time."
The woman behind the bead curtain said softly.
"Yes, miss."
The maid named Hongying presented a stack of poems and songs in her hand.
Inside the bead curtain, Miss Tianxiang began to look through the poems and songs in her hand. As she looked at them, she became a little impatient and said: "What are they written? They have neither the character of Mei nor the posture of Mei.
It’s an inferior work, not worth mentioning.”
Soon, Miss Tianxiang had read most of the poems and songs, but she was not satisfied.
At this moment, on a piece of rice paper in my hand, a poem jumped into my eyes——
"All the flowers are swaying, and they are blooming alone, taking over the charm of the small garden."
Tianxiang muttered silently.
After finishing the recitation, Tian Xiang's whole body trembled, her whole body stiffened, and her breathing became rapid. Her beautiful eyes burst out with endless energy, and she couldn't help but murmur to herself: "The flowers withered, blooming alone in the harsh winter,
The bright and moving scenery takes up all the scenery of the small garden. The word "individual" and the word "extreme" are both wonderful!"
Tianxiang was so excited that she didn't dare to look down.
In the end, Tianxiang's beautiful eyes still moved downward——
"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk."
Tian Xiang began to recite silently, and for a moment, time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Even the gaze in Tian Xiang's eyes was lost. Only a voice that was almost whispering came: "Just these two sentences can be an eternal song...
…”
After a while, Tian Xiang came back to her senses. She ignored her own gaffe and jumped down from the bed quickly. She opened the bead curtain with both hands and said in a quick and excited tone: "Quickly, write this poem quickly."
Young Master! Such a poem about plum blossoms can be called an eternal masterpiece!"
Hongying's face was startled. She had been wearing fragrant clothes for many years, and this was the first time she saw her young lady looking so glum and excited.
It can be seen that the poem praising plum blossoms is indeed extraordinary and the lady likes it deeply.
"Yes, miss!"
Hongying spoke, and then she walked out quickly to invite the young master who wrote the poem about praising plum blossoms.
However, I don’t know which young man is so lucky. You must know that over the years, countless talented young men have wanted the opportunity to be alone in a room with Miss Tianxiang, but no one has ever gotten such an opportunity.