Countless men who came here, including noble princes, were waiting for the final result. They were all looking forward to it, hoping that the poems and songs they submitted would be favored by Miss Tianxiang.
While waiting anxiously and impatiently, the madam appeared again. She said enthusiastically: "Who is the mantian master who wrote the poem 'All the fragrances are falling and only Xuanyan's beauty' is written?"
As soon as these words came out, all the aristocratic princes on the third floor looked at each other in confusion, with a trace of doubt flashing in their eyes. They didn't know who wrote the poem that started with this sentence.
Man Shen Zi was still in a daze when Ye Junlang touched Man Shen Zi with his arm.
Man Shenzi suddenly came back to his senses, rushed out of the private room, and said: "I wrote it, I wrote it. I am Man Tian."
The Barbarian God has changed his appearance, and his name is naturally a pseudonym.
"Oh, Mr. Mantian is really a great talent. He is the only one favored by Miss Tianxiang. Please come with me."
The madam said with a smile.
Man Shenzi looked overjoyed, looked back at Ye Junlang, his eyes full of gratitude, and followed the madam towards the backyard.
Then, the scene exploded——
"Man Tian? Who is this person? Why have I never heard of such a talented person?"
"All the flowers are falling and Xuanyan is left alone... What's behind? What's the verse behind it? It's really exciting!"
"What is the complete poem that can capture the heart of Miss Tianxiang? I will feel unhappy if I don't hear the complete poem!"
"Yes, I am really unwilling to do so!"
In addition to the noble princes, there were also many literati and poets present.
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second.
Therefore, when the literati and poets present learned that Miss Tianxiang had been captured by a poem, they were extremely reluctant and wanted to see how extraordinary this complete poem was.
To put it in one sentence, one cannot die until the Yellow River.
Ye Junlang listened to everyone's noise. Of course he knew the complete poem, but he ignored it.
As for helping Man Shenzi to outshine everyone and win the favor of Miss Tianxiang, it was just a piece of cake for Ye Junlang.
Hearing that Man Shenzi said that this Tianxiang girl was as beautiful as a fairy and unparalleled in the world, Ye Junlang was not very interested because he thought of a problem - based on Man Shenzi's aesthetics, the beauty in his eyes was in Ye Junlang's eyes.
Beauty is not necessarily what you see in your eyes.
Even if Miss Tianxiang is pretty, Ye Junlang is immune to beauties. Look at the Purple Phoenix Saint, Bai Xianer, Tantai Mingyue, Witch, etc. around him, and even the Luo Li Saint.
Which one of Fairy Xuanji and Qingxi is not an unparalleled beauty?
Ye Junlang was sitting in the private room, waiting for Man Shenzi to have an in-depth conversation with Miss Tianxiang before he came out.
Unexpectedly, just after Ye Junlang took two sips of tea, he suddenly saw the old bustard coming out and asked, "Who is Mr. Ye who came with Mr. Mantian?"
As soon as these words came out, those who were reluctant to leave all looked surprised.
What does this mean?
Isn't it not enough that Miss Tianxiang invited Mantian in alone? The friends Mantian brought also got the blessing and were able to win Miss Tianxiang's favor?
If this is really the case, wouldn’t it make a person angry to death?
Ye Junlang was stunned for a moment. He was a little confused, so he had to stand up and walk out, saying, "That's me."
"So you are Mr. Ye, please come with me."
The madam said with a smile.
Ye Junlang frowned, feeling suspicious, but he still followed.
backyard.
Ye Junlang was led by the madam to an extremely elegant boudoir. When he walked over, Ye Junlang's face was startled and he was shocked.
He actually saw the Barbarian Son of God.
Man Shenzi stood in front of this elegant boudoir, his eyes still looking longingly at the closed door of the boudoir, his face full of regret and distress.
"Brother Man... Brother Man, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Junlang originally wanted to call him Man Shenzi, but he changed his name after realizing it.
After hearing the sound, Man Shenzi turned around, looked at Ye Junlang with a resentful look, and said: "Brother Ye, you have been exposed..."
"Exposed?"
Ye Junlang didn't know why.
Man Shenzi said: "Miss Tianxiang saw that this poem was not written by me, and wanted to meet the person who really wrote this poem. So I had to call you here... It seems that ghostwriting is really not feasible.
"
"This... poof!"
Ye Junlang almost laughed.
At this time, the door of Xianggui opened, and the maidservant Hongying appeared and said: "Mr. Ye, if you invite me, please come in and talk."
Ye Junlang looked at Man Shenzi.
Man Shenzi shrugged and said: "Brother Ye, this is a rare opportunity. Come on in quickly. You and I are brothers. Since I have no talent, you must take the lead. Don't let the wealth go to outsiders."
Ye Junlang laughed dumbly. He had nothing to do anyway, so he walked towards the fragrant boudoir.
At this time, a message from Man Shenzi came to my ears: "Brother Ye, Miss Tianxiang knows my identity."
Ye Junlang's steps paused slightly - knowing the identity of Man Shenzi, he actually kicked him out? This Tianxiang girl doesn't seem to be simple!
As soon as he thought about it, Ye Junlang had already walked into the fragrant boudoir.
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Outfield venue.
None of the men who came to the Deanery Square left, they all wanted to find out the whole story.
At this time, the madam came out, and all the onlookers on the three floors were asking questions——
"Is Miss Tianxiang receiving two guests at a time? What's going on?"
"What is the poem that won Miss Tianxiang's heart? If you don't tell me, I suspect you are operating in secret."
"Yes, we spent spiritual stones here to consume. If you don't give us an explanation, we won't leave."
After all, the Madam had seen all kinds of scenes, so she was not in a hurry about it. She said: "Dear readers, the whole story is like this. That poem was not written by Mr. Mantian, but by Mr. Mantian.
It was written by Young Master Ye who was next to the Young Master. Miss Tianxiang saw that this poem was not written by Young Master Mantian and invited Young Master Mantian out. Then she invited Young Master Ye who actually wrote this poem in."
"I see……"
When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.
"What about that poem? What does that poem look like in its entirety?"
Someone in the field asked again.
The madam smiled and said: "I have asked someone to copy that poem, and I will distribute it to you."
After saying that, the Madam asked people to distribute the pieces of paper on which the poem had been copied to the various officials and aristocratic princes present.
People in the venue rushed to grab a copy, and some people began to read silently——
"All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk."
The sound in the outfield was originally extremely noisy, filled with all kinds of sounds.
However, as each person saw this poem, the noise in the entire field gradually decreased, and in the end it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Some of the highly self-sufficient and talented men of letters in the field were completely dejected and all of a sudden they lost all their energy.
"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk..."
"Just these two sentences are already a masterpiece for the ages!"
Many people murmured in their mouths and began to walk out one by one.