At this moment, Song Mu was also shocked by the powerful power of the coincidence realm around him. Hearing what Du Xianyin said, he quickly waved his hand.
"Miss Du said something serious, Song Mu just wrote a poem."
"But this poem will give me Yuyinfang a very bright future."
"When Ruan Lang returned, how could the music studio have imagined that in addition to Yuefu poetry and other musical styles, a number of tunes would also usher in a new world."
Du Xianyin's voice was filled with excitement, and her beautiful eyes looked at Song Mu with full appreciation.
Song Mu pursed his lips, looked around, and let out a deep breath, feeling a little sighing.
This kind of strange world unfolded by words is not much worse than poetry. It is really fascinating. If this can really exert a different kind of power in the future...
Thinking like this, Du Xianyin had slowly dispersed this strange environment at this moment, and his eyes seemed to be a little reluctant to leave. When he returned to the courtyard, the situation here had changed dramatically.
The flowers and plants all over the courtyard have been broken into pieces, and almost no longer intact.
There are also holes in the bluestone paving on the ground. If you stretch your hand to explore, you will find that they are as deep as a finger.
This made Song Mu come back to his senses and was immediately speechless.
Fortunately, Du Xianyin often stopped when he used this strange state, and it did not have any impact on other surrounding courtyard houses.
At this moment, Du Xianyin was sitting at the stone table, looking at Song Mu's piece of paper with poems written on it, and couldn't put it down. Song Mu looked up at him and asked.
"Miss Du, is this okay?"
Du Xianyin came back to her senses, smiled and nodded at Song Mu, but at the same time she spoke.
"Mr. Song, then I think our cooperation will definitely shine in the future."
Song Mu lowered his eyebrows, looked at the other party after a moment and said.
"Of course it is possible, but the details will have to wait until Song takes the provincial examination."
Song Mu said this, and Du Xianyin nodded silently, her expression even more determined.
"Master Song's provincial examination must be a blockbuster."
As he said this, the other party turned to look at the poem in front of him. How could the literary talent of someone who could write such a poem be so inferior?
After hearing this, Song Mu was a little embarrassed and lowered his eyes, but suddenly remembered what happened last night, and spoke to the other party again.
"But Miss Du, Mr. Song now has an unkind invitation."
Du Xianyin looked at her questioningly, and Song Mu said in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
"Miss Du should know Song's life experience. When she came to the provincial capital this time, she first took the exam, and secondly she wanted to..."
Song Mu said a few words briefly, and Du Xianyin nodded immediately and said to Song Mu.
"I naturally know what Young Master Song said, but please rest assured, Young Master Song, I, Yuyinfang, will mediate in it."
"At least secretly, Mr. Song will not be allowed to suffer such humiliation again."
Du Xianyin said this, but at that moment she also frowned and then spoke.
"But Mr. Song, the current situation of the Song family in Hongzhou is a bit complicated. If their second son really wants to do something with you, it's easy to talk about the things behind closed doors, but on the surface..."
"Song is not afraid of his conspiracy..."
Song Mu spoke, and Du Xianyin smiled when she saw Song Mu's confident look, seeming to have thought of something again, and continued.
"I'm afraid what Mr. Song wrote yesterday may have hurt some people, but they won't let it go so easily."
Song Mu was immediately embarrassed when he heard this, and he was also grinning at the moment.
As expected, Yuyinfang's methods are very powerful, and the other party already knew what happened to him yesterday.
"This is why I want to ask the girl for help."
Song Mu said this, but at this time Du Xianyin reached out and handed something over. Song Mu looked at it and saw that it was a wooden sign. But when he looked carefully, the wood seemed to be a little different. It seemed to be
Rosewood.
"Xianyin understands that if you have any difficulties, you can go directly to my Yuyinfang. This is my Yuyinfang's token. From today on, Mr. Song will be our guest in Yuyinfang."
Song Mu nodded after hearing this and carefully put away such things.
After doing this, Song Mu also stood up and handed over his hands, but then he remembered something and looked at the white paper in the other person's hand with "Ruan Lang Returns" written on it, and hesitated for a moment.
When Du Xianyin saw Song Mu's eyes, she immediately realized what Song Mu meant. She bit her lips and said a little shyly.
"Can't you let me accept this thing?"
Song Mu looked embarrassed, but thinking about the wonderful and strange scene he just saw, he still shook his head.
"The girl must have memorized some of this."
Saying this, Du Xianyin handed over the thing with a bit of embarrassment. At this moment, she was even more reluctant to let go of her daughter. Song Mu reached out to take the thing, handed it over again, and then turned and left.
Du Xianyin looked at Song Mu's leaving figure with a somewhat confused expression.
"Young Master is truly a gentleman."
Du Xianyin sighed softly, and at this moment, a lively figure came running towards the corner of the courtyard, holding Du Xianyin's arm very affectionately.
"Sister, did that guy agree?"
Du Xianyin gently looked at Qiao'er next to him, then just smiled, took out a piece of white paper, copied the poem just now, and said with a smile.
"Yes, this time, our Du family finally has hope for revival."
Qiao'er's face was full of confusion, but she also looked towards the doorway at this moment, but Song Mu was no longer there.
Suddenly, Du Xianyin said dotingly to Qiaoer.
"Yesterday's matter has been found out, and my sister will help you deal with it."
…
Song Mu came out of Du's house. The streets outside were still a bit cold at the moment, and the weather was still early.
And Song Mu thought that he had just stayed in that courtyard for several hours.
Accompanied by the early morning sunshine, recalling the scene just now, Song Mu only felt that he had accomplished something and had gained many unexpected gains.
At this moment, I felt relaxed and happy, so I stretched out my hand to put my poem back into the tourmaline and walked back to the guild hall.
Although I insisted on getting the original paper back, I still remembered what happened before.
It has been a year since I came to this world. I have written so many poems before, but almost none of the original works remain in my hands.
At first, he was young and ignorant, so he thought it didn't matter. However, it wasn't until Tao Fengming told him the benefits of this original poem that Song Mu realized that he had suffered a big loss.
For the first original poem, the paper has been baptized by literary power and will not decay for thousands of years. Moreover, every time it is used, it will be completed instantly without consuming any of its own literary power.
It is used to create a strange environment. The time it takes to unfold the strange environment is accelerated, but the time it is maintained can be greatly extended.
It can be said that this poem is a real treasure.
Song Mu also thought that if he could cooperate with the bonus from the ancient book in his mind, there might be a stronger increase.
Thinking that his original poems had fallen into the hands of others, Song Mu felt that he was really a prodigal at that time.
But forget about the past, at least pay more attention to it in the future.
Thinking like this, Song Mu quickened his pace a little, wanting to tell Tao Fengming what he had discovered today.
Presumably the teacher will also be interested in this thing.
In this way, Song Mu took three steps and two steps at a time, and soon arrived at the foot of the Najizhou Guild Hall. But right here, Song Mu saw something different outside the gate of the Guild Hall.
Several young people in short clothes have set up a stall outside the Jizhou Guild Hall and are busy.
Among them was a middle-aged man, wearing a green coat, with a rather careless expression. He was looking at some pieces of paper in his hand and talking to a young man next to him.
After a few people were so busy, the stall was already set up.
The street was already lively, and Song Mu had already walked not far from the guild hall, but when he saw the middle-aged man with a bumpy face, he walked to the stall with his head held high, waving his fan, and took something out of his arms.
A piece of wood came out.
The wood was knocked hard on the stall, making a crisp sound that could be heard everywhere.
He pretended to cough heavily again, and then immediately spoke.
"My dear fellow villagers and neighbors, today, I have something important to say. By the way, Song Mu from Jizhou is from Shiyang County..."
"But this kind of scholar made a rude statement at the banquet last night. Many scholars in our provincial city invited him to the banquet. They were full of sincerity, but this man didn't appreciate it at all."
"In front of the gentlemen, he yelled and scolded everyone for being ignorant and arrogant. He actually said why not drown himself in front of others!"
"Such vulgar words are really out of character for literary culture!"
The middle-aged man's voice was unexpectedly loud and loud, and the passersby around him could hear him clearly.
But the boys next to him were handing out papers to the people around them...