As soon as the madam said this, the audience was in an uproar.
Miss Tianxiang is setting questions and exams. The theme is based on the theme of chanting plum blossoms. The subject matter is not limited, and all poems, songs and essays are acceptable.
This is definitely a huge problem for men in the wild land. Even the writing style is popular in the heavenly realm, but the writing style of the wild land is definitely not as good as that of the nine major domains.
Many people in the wilderness have never read books in their entire lives, let alone recite poems and lyrics.
Therefore, after an uproar in the field, there was a very strange silence.
There are also many noble young men who come here, from some major forces. These young men will invest heavily in attracting some literati and poets around them. Now these literati and poets have an opportunity to perform.
"Hurry, with the theme of chanting plum blossoms, I will write a peerless masterpiece for this princess!"
These nobles and princes said to the talented men who had been recruited by them with a lot of money.
"Yingmei..."
The son of the Barbarian God had a bitter face and sighed and sweared: "Yongmei? How do you write this? You don't know at all..."
The son of the Barbarian God looked at Ye Junlang beside him. His eyes lit up and he said, "Brother Ye, please write a poem for me with the theme of chanting plum blossoms. I really don't know how to write a poem or a song."
The vulgar martial artist... Ye Junlang glanced at the son of the Barbarian God. He jokingly said in his heart, and then asked: "I think some nobles and young men know how to recruit talents by their side, why didn't you imitate it?"
"this--"
The son of the Barbarian God scratched his head and said, "I dare not. My father would beat me if he found out. According to my father's personality, the woman he liked was just kidnapped and he would learn to write poems by a scholar and poet? My father always couldn't afford to see these people. So, how dare I recruit any talented people?"
“…”
Ye Junlang was speechless.
It’s really like a father, like a son.
The style of Huang Shen’s behavior is really straightforward, simple and rough!
"Yingmei..."
Ye Junlang pondered and was plundering the inventory of Tang poetry and Song lyrics in his mind.
There are many poems about plum blossoms in ancient China, but the most charming thing about plum blossoms is the two sentences that have been sung through the ages.
Thinking of this, Ye Junlang immediately said, "Prepare your pen and ink, I'll write you one."
After hearing this, the son of the Barbarian God looked overjoyed and immediately asked someone to bring the pen and ink.
Ye Junlang picked up his pen and started writing on rice paper—
"The fragrances fall and the beauty alone, and take all the charm towards the small garden."
While Ye Junlang was writing, the son of the Barbarian God was watching and began to recite silently.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Junlang picked up his pen and continued to write two poems that have been sung for the ages—
"The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk."
When the son of the Barbarian God saw the next two sentences, he was shocked and felt a sense of dazedness. He couldn't help but open his mouth and recited silently: "The sparse shadows slanted across the water, the faint fragrance floats at dusk... It's wonderful, it's really wonderful! These two sentences have already expressed the body of plums, and they are simply quatrains for the ages!"
As he said that, the son of the Barbarian God looked at Ye Junlang and looked admiring, and said, "Brother Ye, it's okay if you didn't expect that you were a pervert in martial arts, but your literary talent is so outstanding. You are simply a genius, and you are envious and jealous! No wonder I, the son of the Barbarian God, don't accept anyone, you are just Brother Ye!"
When Ye Junlang heard the son of the Barbarian God praised him so much, his old face turned red and he felt a little embarrassed.
After all, this poem was not written by him, but he got it for free.
"Why don't you send this poem to you quickly. Otherwise, it will be too late to end the selection." Ye Junlang said.
The son of the Barbarian God woke up just like a dream, and quickly walked out of the private room with this poem and handed it to the madam.
At the same time, other nobles, including others who racked their brains to write some poems and songs, also handed the paper in their hands to the old madam.
Finally, the madam walked into the backyard with a thick stack of poems and songs, and came to an elegant and quiet room. She said in a gentle tone: "Miss Tianxiang, all the poems and songs of the young masters have been written."
"Send it in."
In the room, a lazy, pleasant and extremely gripping sound came.
The door opened, a maid came out, took the poems and songs from the madam and walked into the room.
A curling cigarette rose in the room, making people feel refreshed. There was a pearl curtain in front of me. Through the gaps of the pearl curtain, I could see a beautiful figure lying lazily on a bed.
Through the bead curtain, you can also feel the lovable and tenderness that this woman shows.
"Hongying, give me the collected poems and songs. See if there are any works that really make people shine this time."
The woman behind the bead curtain said in a delicate voice.
"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 it, she became a little impatient and said, "What are you writing about? It has neither the plum style nor the plum body. It is all inferior works and is not worth mentioning."
Soon, Miss Tianxiang had read most of the poems and songs, but was not satisfied.
At this time, a poem came into view on a piece of rice paper in his hand—
"The fragrances fall and the beauty alone, and take all the charm towards the small garden."
Tian Xiang recited silently.
After reading it, Tianxiang's whole body shook, her whole body became stiff, and her breathing became rapid. An endless spirit burst out from her beautiful eyes. She couldn't help but murmur: "The flowers withered, bloomed alone in the severe winter, and the bright and charming scenery occupied the scenery of the small garden. One word "single" and the other word "end", which is wonderful!"
Tianxiang was extremely excited and didn't dare to look down.
In the end, Tianxiang's beautiful eyes still moved downwards-
"The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk."
Tianxiang started to recite silently. In an instant, time seemed to stagnate at this moment. Even the eyes in Tianxiang's eyes were lost, and only a nearly whispering voice came: "Just these two sentences can be a masterpiece for eternity..."
After a while, Tianxiang came to her senses. She didn't care about her own loss of composure and jumped off the bed quickly, pushed open the bead curtain with both hands, and said in a hurry and excited tone: "Hurry, send me a message to the young master who wrote this poem! Such a poem about plum blossoms can be called a masterpiece of eternal songs!"
Hongying's face was stunned. Her clothes were fragrant for many years, and this was the first time she saw her lady look so disobedient and excited.
It can be seen that the poem about plum blossoms is indeed extraordinary and is deeply loved by the lady.
"Yes, Miss!"
Hongying spoke, then she walked out quickly, and wanted to invite the young master who wrote this poem about plum blossoms.
However, I don’t know which young master is so lucky. You must know that over the years, countless young masters and talented men have wanted to have the opportunity to be alone with Miss Tianxiang, but no one has ever gotten such an opportunity.