After Miss Na Qiaoer finished speaking, all the gentlemen in the audience immediately sat down and some began to study ink, as if they could not wait to write lyrics.
And that girl Qiaoer's voice came again.
"Young masters who are seated, you can start writing. It is still the custom. All the lyrics will be presented to my sister for a reward. Those who appreciate it can listen to the music outside the gauze tent."
After the other party said this, Song Mu immediately felt that the atmosphere in the scene was a little more heated, and many people had very excited expressions on their faces.
For a while, there was an endless stream of brushing sounds, and the young master who came later also quickly found a place to sit down and put down his pen and ink.
Song Mu was also surprised when he saw this scene.
Du Xianyin's method was very useful to the young men in Chang'an City.
Song Mu immediately raised his head and looked at the room with floating gauze curtains on the third floor. Looking at the hazy figure in it, he smiled slightly and sat down with his sleeves rolled up.
Several students nearby were busy writing, but at this moment, some people noticed Song Mu's movements, and were quite surprised to see Song Mu not writing.
Then there was a rich man next to him who had finished writing the lyrics in his hand. He handed it over respectfully, then looked at Song Mu and said with a smile.
"Brother, have you not made up your mind yet?"
The other party asked Song Mu, and Song Mu immediately looked at the other party and just smiled.
Seeing Song Mu's behavior, the young master not only didn't think there was anything wrong, but he immediately came forward and took out a piece of paper from his arms.
"Jia Zhongtai, since my brother won't write down, why not help me make up the numbers, maybe I'll win."
Saying this, Jia Zhongtai handed a piece of paper to Song Mu and said while patting his chest.
"Brother, just copy it down. This is something that several scholars and I figured out together. I was very talented at that time."
When Song Mu heard what the other party said, he was a little surprised. He reached out and took the paper in the other party's hand. He looked at it carefully, and immediately a look of surprise appeared on his face.
The poem that the other party handed over actually had a good rhyme and a smooth idea. It was just a poem about a graceful woman, which seemed a bit unreasonable. After Song Mu read it, he handed it back immediately.
"Please think about it again."
The other party was stunned when he saw this, holding the paper in astonishment.
"Hey, brother, what's the matter with me? I'm not bad at all."
"Forget it, I'll save it for another time."
With that said, Jia Zhongtai carefully put it away and immediately went to his seat, not forgetting to whisper to Song Mu before doing so.
"I'm trying to help you out of kindness, but you still don't appreciate it."
Song Mu was calm at the moment. He looked around and saw many delicate women walking around in the field. He was collecting the lyrics completed by many young men and then presented them to the top.
At that moment, a woman also walked up to Song Mu. Seeing the blank paper in front of Song Mu, she looked at Song Mu. Song Mu touched her nose. She just took a pen and quickly wrote a sentence and handed it to the other party.
The woman was surprised when she saw that Song Mu only wrote one sentence. Jia Zhongtai next to her also looked at Song Mu and smacked her lips.
"Is this guy confused? So perfunctory?"
At this moment, all the collected pieces of paper and lyrics were sent to the attic on the third floor one by one, and the sound of music was slowly ringing in the building.
As for the attic on the third floor, there were a lot of people moving around at the moment, and the women holding papers just now were walking around in it.
The young men in the field had no intention of listening to the music at this moment, they just looked towards the third floor with eager eyes, hoping that the poems they wrote would be chosen by the Music Fairy.
Song Mu sat in his seat and took a sip of tea, waiting to see what would happen next.
Not long after, the number of people on the third floor had become sparse, and the music in the venue gradually faded. At this time, Song Mu suddenly felt a force of thought coming in his direction.
Song Mu immediately raised his head, smiled slightly, and immediately stopped his telepathy, and then heard someone above him speaking.
"Please invite the gentleman from desk number 32 to come forward."
As soon as this voice came out, there was an immediate uproar in the venue. What surprised them was that it was Na Yin Fairy who said this sentence herself this time. The person who was treated like this last time was a young man who wrote Liu Dou Ci.
At this moment, they also looked around, looking for who the young man sitting at table 32 was.
Suddenly, there was an exclamation in the field. Just as Song Mu was about to stand up, he was startled by the sudden sound beside him, and then he saw a figure quickly rushing towards him.
It was Jia Zhongtai, with an incredible look on his face at this moment.
"Impossible. You just wrote one sentence, and you have no talent whatsoever. How can you get summoned by the fairy?"
As soon as these words came out, the people around him also looked over. Some people recognized that Song Mu was the same person they saw at the door just now, and they were also surprised at the moment.
Some people came up and asked Song Mu what poem he had written.
However, at that moment, a woman from Yuyinfang had already walked up, and Song Mu just cupped his hands slightly towards the surroundings and walked towards the stairs.
Song Mu climbed up the stairs to the second floor. The white gauze hanging here was fluttering in the wind, and Song Mu had already seen a graceful figure among them.
All the gentlemen in the field were dissatisfied at this moment, but they could only sigh slightly, but they still sat back down and were ready to listen to Fairy Yin playing a piece of music.
"Master, please come forward. My little girl, let me play a song for you."
A gentle voice came from the gauze tent, and Song Mu immediately smiled, took a few steps forward, and cupped his hands toward the inside.
Song Mu had already confirmed that the person in front of him was Du Xianyin.
At this moment, Du Xianyin, who was in the gauze tent, had already started waving Rouyi and plucking the strings, and the sound of the pipa slowly came out.
As the rhythm drifted slowly, I heard it begin to sing in a low voice.
"The green locust trees and tall willows swallow the new cicadas, and the smoky wind first blows into the strings."
"..."
It was "The Return of Ruan Lang" that Song Mu wrote when he met him for the first time.
And when the content of this poem slowly spread, the most shocked ones were the young masters sitting below. Many of them had already stood up, listening to this song with faces full of surprise.
"This... I seem to have never heard of this poem, right?"
"Didn't that person just write one sentence?"
Many people looked in an uproar, and Jia Zhongtai was even more indignant at the moment. He felt a little unwilling to lose the election. He was about to raise his hands to shout, but he was stunned when he heard the words in this song.
As Du Xianyin sang in a low voice, Jia Zhongtai suddenly felt that the music in front of him was very lively, and occasionally a bit lazy.
A few words suddenly sketched out a picture.
Compared with the poem I just wrote and this one, it seems to be a clear cut.
This made Jia Zhongtai's face full of doubts, but at this moment he was also curious, who was that person just now?
This song played for a long time, and the gentle melody spread throughout the entire pavilion. Song Mu also stood outside and listened carefully.
After a while, the soft voice slowly faded away, and the music gradually stopped. Everyone who listened carefully had a look of aftertaste on their faces, and some even had unfinished thoughts.
"What beautiful words, and the music by Yinxianzi is also beautiful."
"I then said that Fairy Yin is the banished immortal from heaven."
Many young men in the field started talking, but then they sighed and stood up to leave. However, Jia Zhongtai glanced at the stage, and the next moment he exclaimed.
"What's going on? How did that person get into Fairy Yin's gauze tent?"
With these shocking words, everyone around him stopped and looked up, and saw that Song Mu had indeed walked into the gauze tent. There was an uproar for a moment, and the fierce-looking man came forward and wanted to protect him.
Flower Messenger.
But before they could do anything about it, a masked man in white appeared out of thin air. A long sword in the opponent's hand made a buzzing sound, and the whole person was immediately suppressed.
And the girl Qiaoer appeared again, looking at everyone with an unhappy face.
"Gentlemen, what are you doing? The song is over. Why don't you all disperse quickly?"
"That's just my sister meeting old friends. If you dare to do this again, be careful I won't have any music for you to listen to next time."
When everyone heard this, they were even more shocked. That down-and-out scholar was actually an old friend of the Music Fairy?