Ye Junlang has already walked in. The entire boudoir is decorated extremely elegantly. It does not appear luxurious, but it makes people feel elegant and comfortable.
"Master Ye, please sit down."
The maidservant Hongying spoke and led Ye Junlang to sit down. Then she exited the room and closed the door behind her back.
Ye Junlang had already seen a beaded curtain in front of him, and a graceful figure appeared behind the beaded curtain, with a graceful figure and a fascinating figure.
Wow!
At this time, a white jade hand passed through the bead curtain and pushed it aside. The graceful figure behind the bead curtain moved lightly and walked out.
Ye Junlang kept watching, and this scene actually had a sense of beauty as if the person in the painting was walking out.
The graceful figure walked up to Ye Junlang, bent her body slightly, and said in a soft voice: "Little girl Tianxiang has met Mr. Ye."
As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, her posture was gentle, and a beautiful and flawless face appeared in front of Ye Junlang.
The eyebrows are lightly swept, the nose is delicate, and the jade face that can be both angry and happy reveals a lot of tenderness, just like the shyly blooming bud, which is pitiful but cannot bear to be blasphemed.
At this moment, she raised her eyes, her eyes were as bright as stars, and her delicate red lips were like ripe cherries. Just one look at her made her have an uncontrollable urge to kiss her.
Her figure is even more graceful, with even bones and flesh. If she gains a point, she will be more, or if she loses a point, she will be less. Her fair and flawless skin is as smooth as fat, with a pink and greasy sheen, making her look very moist.
Ye Junlang has indeed seen many beauties, and there are many around him.
But this is really the first time I have encountered someone as charming as Tian Xiang.
In terms of the exquisiteness of the facial features, Tianxiang may not be as good as Su Hongxiu, Chen Chenyu, Purple Phoenix Saint, Bai Xianer, Tantai Mingyue, Xuanji Fairy, etc. In terms of the enchanting figure, it may not be as good as the Witch, Qingxi, Dragon Girl,
An Rumei and others.
However, Tian Xiang has an exciting charm, a tenderness that makes men feel a sense of love and care at one glance. Seeing her, Bai Lian Gang will also turn into softness around his fingers.
Ye Junlang felt very restless at this moment.
I want to take Tian Xiang into my arms, feel her tenderness, and be honest with her and teach her everything I have to offer.
This kind of restlessness is actually not normal.
Ye Junlang noticed it, so he was restraining himself.
You must know that Ye Junlang has reached the realm of creation and can control his own instincts very well. Even when facing many beauties such as Qingxi, he has never felt so restless.
Ye Junlang finally understood why Man Shen Zi could not forget this Tianxiang girl.
This woman indeed has an irresistible alluring charm.
"Miss Tianxiang, there's no need to be polite, please sit down."
Ye Junlang smiled calmly. Although he was agitated inside, he appeared calm as usual on the surface.
After all, Ye Junlang is not a young girl, and his experience in love is not necessarily less than that on the battlefield. Although this woman is pathetic, it will not make Ye Junlang immediately take advantage of every opportunity.
"Thank you Mr. Ye."
Tianxiang smiled and sat down on the chair next to Ye Junlang.
A wisp of fragrant wind rushed towards him, so refreshing that Ye Junlang couldn't help but smell it a few more times.
"I've asked Hongying to prepare some food and wine. How about inviting Mr. Ye for a drink later?" Tian Xiang smiled affectionately and said in a soft tone.
"Drinking with beauty is one of the great pleasures of life. How can I refuse Miss Tianxiang's invitation?" Ye Junlang said with a smile.
Tianxiang poured tea for Ye Junlang and said with a smile: "Young master is not a barbaric person."
Ye Junlang did not deny it, saying: "I am indeed not from a barbaric land. I came from the south. I come from a small sect."
"Master Ye is really a great talent!"
Tianxiang looked at Ye Junlang with eyes full of admiration, and said with great joy: "I have always loved plum blossoms. Therefore, I was really excited to see the young master's poem about plum blossoms, especially
These two sentences, "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk" describe the character and posture of the plum blossoms vividly. There is no word plum in the whole poem of the Young Master's Ode to Plum Blossoms, but plum blossoms are everywhere, which is really exquisite.
!”
Ye Junlang could see that the admiration she showed was genuine.
However, this kind of reality adds a touch of amorous feelings to her body, and her charming and soft attitude, which is both happy and angry, is even more difficult to control.
Ye Junlang took a sip of tea and shifted his attention.
"Tianxiang is over-reputed. The article is made by nature, and a good hand can accidentally acquire it. Therefore, I am a butcher but not a great talent." Ye Junlang said with a smile.
Tian Xiang's eyes lit up: "Articles are made by nature, but a good hand can accidentally acquire them...Young Master writes poems, why should you be modest?"
"No no."
Ye Junlang waved his hands and acted very modestly, but actually he felt secretly happy when he heard such a beautiful woman's praise.
He finally understood why the male protagonists in some time-travel novels were so fond of prostitution, Tang poems, and Song poems to show their saintliness in front of others, not for any other reason, but because it felt good.
Randomly transcribing a poem that has been passed down through the ages caused an uproar of admiration. This feeling of being a saint in front of others is naturally very satisfying.
Ye Junlang has experienced it now.
Of course, Ye Junlang really didn't think about this at first. He wanted to help Man Shen Zi, but Man Shen Zi failed to live up to his expectations and was discovered by Tian Xiang, so he had to let him, the rightful master, come forward.
"Sir, let me play a song for you."
At this time, Tian Xiang said.
"good."
Ye Junlang nodded.
I saw Tianxiang holding a pipa in her arms, and after sitting down, she smiled sweetly at Ye Junlang, and then her delicate white jade fingers began to pluck the strings.
Soon, the heart-tugging sound of the piano echoed in the room.
As Ye Junlang listened, the poem "Pipa Xing" flashed subconsciously in his mind. He couldn't help but recite it and said -
"The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The strings are noisy and mixed, and the big and small beads are falling on the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking at the bottom of the flowers, and the water in the deep throat spring is hard to flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed, and the condensation can never pass through the sound.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.”
It was difficult for Ye Junlang to understand the artistic conception of the poem "Pipa Xing" before. At this moment, watching Tian Xiang still holding the pipa while playing with his face half-covered, this scene gave him a very profound understanding of the poem.
experience.
After the song ended, Ye Junlang also came back to his senses.
He took a closer look and saw that Miss Tianxiang's face was full of tears. He was stunned for a moment and asked: "Miss Tianxiang, what's wrong with you?"
Tianxiang smiled, the pear blossoms were raining, and she was charming, and said: "The slave family is just too happy. After all these years, only the young master can understand the meaning of the song. By the way, can the poem that the young master just recited be given to the slave family?"