Countless men who came here, including those nobles and young men, were waiting for the final result. They were all looking forward to it, hoping that the poems and songs they presented were attracted by Miss Tianxiang.
While waiting anxiously and urgently, the madam appeared again. She said excitedly: "Who is the young master of Mantian who wrote this poem "The fragrances shook the lonely Xuanyan"?"
As soon as these words came out, the nobles and young men on the three-story elegant seat looked at each other, with a trace of doubt flashing in their eyes. They didn't know who wrote the poem that started with this sentence.
The Barbarian God Son was still stunned, and Ye Junlang touched the Barbarian God Son with his arm.
The son of the Barbarian God suddenly came to his senses, rushed out of the private room, and said, "What I wrote is what I wrote. I am Man Tian."
The son of the Barbarian God has disguised himself, so his name is naturally used as a pseudonym.
"Oh, Mr. Man Tian is such a talented man. I am so fond of the girl Tianxiang. Please follow me."
The madam said with a smile.
The son of the Barbarian God looked overjoyed, and looked back at Ye Junlang, with gratitude in his eyes, and followed the madam toward the backyard.
Then, the scene was in full swing.
"Mantian? Who is this person? Why have you never heard of such a talented person?"
"The fragrances shook the Du Xuanyan... What's the back? What's the poem behind? It's really a frustration!"
"What is the complete poem that can capture Miss Tianxiang's confidence? I feel unwilling to accept it if I don't hear the complete poem!"
"Yes, I'm really unwilling to accept it!"
In addition to the nobles and princes, there were also many literati and poets present in the venue.
There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
Therefore, when the literati and poets in the venue learned that Miss Tianxiang was captured by a poem, they were extremely unwilling to accept it and wanted to see what is outstanding about this complete poem.
In one sentence, it means that you will never die until the Yellow River.
Ye Junlang took all the noises of the crowd. Of course he knew this complete poem, but he ignored it.
As for helping the Barbarian Son to defeat everyone and gain the favor of Miss Tianxiang, this is just a small task for Ye Junlang.
After hearing from the son of the Barbarian God that this incense girl was as beautiful as a fairy in the world, Ye Junlang was not very interested because he thought of a problem - with the aesthetic view of the son of the Barbarian God, the beauty in his eyes may not be beautiful in Ye Junlang's eyes.
Even if Miss Tianxiang is quite beautiful, Ye Junlang is immune to beauty. Look at the Zihuang Saint, Bai Xian'er, Dan Tai Mingyue, the Witch, etc. around him, and even the Saint Luo Li, Fairy Xuan Ji, and Qingxi, who are not unparalleled in the world?
Ye Junlang sat in the private room, preparing to wait for the son of the Barbarian God and Miss Tianxiang to have a simple conversation before coming out.
Unexpectedly, Ye Junlang had just taken two sips of tea when he suddenly saw the madam coming out and asked, "Who is Mr. Ye who came with Mr. Mantian?"
As soon as these words came out, all the people in the field who were reluctant to leave looked surprised.
What does this mean?
Is it not enough for Miss Tianxiang to invite Mantian to come in alone? Even the friends brought by Mantian are blessed and can they be favored by Miss Tianxiang?
If this is the case, wouldn’t it be angering to death?
Ye Junlang was stunned for a moment. He was a little confused, so he had to stand up and walk out, saying, "I am."
"So you are Mr. Ye, please follow me."
The madam said with a smile.
Ye Junlang frowned, feeling suspicious, but he still followed.
backyard.
Under the guidance of the madam, Ye Junlang walked to an extremely elegant boudoir. After walking over, Ye Junlang was stunned and shocked.
He actually saw the Son of the Barbarian God.
The son of the Barbarian God stood in front of this elegant boudoir, and his eyes looked reluctantly at the closed door of the boudoir, with regret and distress on his face.
"Man...Brother Man, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Junlang originally wanted to call the son of the Barbarian God, but after reacting, he changed his words.
After hearing the sound, the son of the Barbarian God turned over, looked at Ye Junlang with resentment, and said, "Brother Ye, he has been exposed..."
"Has it been exposed?"
Ye Junlang didn't understand why.
The son of the Barbarian God said, "Miss Tianxiang saw that this poem was not written by me, and she wanted to meet the person who actually wrote this poem. So she could only call you... It seems that ghostwriting really doesn't work."
"This...puff!"
Ye Junlang wanted to laugh.
At this time, the door of the boudoir opened, and the maid from Hongying appeared and said, "Mr. Ye, please come in and talk."
Ye Junlang looked at the Son of the Barbarian God.
The son of the Barbarian God shrugged and said, "Brother Ye, the opportunity is rare, go in quickly. You and my brother are together. Since I have no talent, you must take it. Don't let the fat water flow to outsiders."
Ye Junlang laughed in silence. He was idle anyway, so he walked towards the boudoir.
At this time, the voice transmission from the son of the Barbarian God came from his ears: "Brother Ye, Miss Tianxiang knows my identity."
Ye Junlang paused slightly - he knew that the identity of the Son of the Barbarian God was actually driven out? This girl Tianxiang seemed to be not simple!
As soon as he thought of this, Ye Junlang had already walked into the boudoir.
...
Outdoor venue.
The men who came to teach Sifang did not leave. They all wanted to figure out the whole story.
At this time, the madam walked out, and all the spectators on the three floors were asking questions-
"Did Miss Tianxiang meet two guests at a time? What's going on?"
"What is the poem that won the hearts of Miss Tianxiang? If you don't say it out, I suspect you are operating in secret."
"Yes, we spent the spirit stones to consume. If we don't give us an explanation, we won't leave."
After all, the madam has seen various scenes, so she is not nervous about it. She said, "Sisters, the whole story is like this. The poem was not written by Mr. Mantian, but by Mr. Ye who is beside Mr. Mantian. Miss Tianxiang saw that this poem was not written by Mr. Mantian, and after she saw that Mr. Mantian had already invited Mr. Mantian out, she invited Mr. Ye who actually wrote this poem."
"I see……"
When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized it.
"What about that poem? What is the complete poem?"
Someone asked again in the field.
The madam smiled and said, "I have sent someone to copy that poem, and I will distribute it to you."
As he said that, the madam asked someone to distribute the papers that copied the poems one by one to the major readers and nobles in the field.
The people in the field rushed to read it, and some people started to recite it silently—
"The fragrances fall and the beauty of the alone, and take full advantage of the charm towards the small garden.
The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk."
Originally, the sounds in the outfield were extremely noisy and filled with all kinds of sounds.
However, as a person saw this poem, the noise in the entire field gradually decreased, and in the end it was already quiet and the needle could be heard.
Some self-supervised and talented literati and poets in the field were all lost and suddenly lost their energy.
"The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk..."
"Just these two sentences are already a masterpiece of eternal songs!"