Chapter 423: Export into

Seeing this, the maid no. 1 came directly to Chunfang, and Chunfang whispered a few words in her ear, and then walked directly into the built stage, everyone's eyes also withdrew from the silk curtain.
At this time, Maid One said.
"Everyone, Miss Chunfang said just now that she is very grateful for the huge reward given to her by King Shizi of Zhenxi. For this reason, Girl Chunfang absolutely, in the next repertoire, King Shizi of Zhenxi can go to the stage and listen to her up close. The sound of the piano."
"what?"
"I really envy my son, I can see Miss Chunfang's face up close."
Yang Guangyi laughed and walked toward the first floor stage.
The four bodyguards behind him also followed, and the order they received was to protect Yang Guangyi without leaving.
"Don't you go."
The rickety old man wanted to say something, but Yang Guangyi glared at him, and had to give up.
But if you think about it carefully, this is Xitian City, the fief of Zhenxi King Yang Dingtian, and his people are everywhere here. If someone really wants to assassinate Yang Guangyi, they will also be sent to cross the catastrophe.
If it is the killer who crosses the catastrophe period, even if the four of them protect Yang Guangyi personally, they will not be able to save Yang Guangyi from the hands of the strong man who crosses the catastrophe period.
Thinking of this, the four felt relieved.
Soon, Yang Guangyi entered the stage, and he sat not far from the girl Chunfang. In front of him, Chunfang's coquettish red lips, still more than ten meters away, could smell the charming fragrance of her.
"Good smell!"
As soon as he entered the semi-encircled stage, Yang Guangyi smelled the fragrance of Chunfang.
Chunfang has a round face and looks the most beautiful in Xitian City. For this reason, countless male monks come to see her face every day.
It's just that Chunfang only sells art and not her body. She has a fixed time every day, only around 8 o'clock in the evening, and she only performs for two hours.
However, when Yang Fan looked at Chunfang, he vaguely felt an abnormal aura on her body, which was so vague that Yang Fan couldn't remember it for a while.
"So, the first song, "Butterfly Love and Flower" begins."
Chunfang's voice is very sweet, with endless temptations.
Dangdang...
With Chunfang Qianqian's fingers flicking, the beautiful sound of the piano rang from the stage, evoking the fantasy in the hearts of the monks present.
I have to say that Chunfang's piano art is very good, and Yang Fan, who is accustomed to the sounds of various instruments on the Blue Star, can't help but give her full marks.
A piano melody passed quickly, and the last syllable fell. Everyone woke up from their fantasy. These people clapped their hands in applause or directly took out the spiritual stones they relied on for cultivation.
"Everyone!"
The previous Maid No. 1 spoke, and everyone's eyes were attracted by her.
"According to the usual practice, it's time for Girl Chunfang to ask questions."
The title mentioned here refers to what Chunfang said after playing a piece of music. The male monks present should make a poem or song based on this thing. If Chunfang is satisfied, they can have dinner with her. .
After one song, Yang Guangyi also returned from the stage to the elegant room.
"Today's topic is..."
Chunfang raised her head and looked around, looking through the window, she saw the bright round moon in the sky.
"moon!"
"moon?"
The gazes of many monks followed Chunfang's gaze, and some monks smiled, because in their hearts, there were just a few poems about the moon.
"Yes."
Someone slapped his thigh and shouted.
When everyone looked at it, they saw a big man with short hair and beard, with a sweaty smell coming from him, and no one wanted to approach him for more than ten meters.
"There is a moonlight in front of the window."
The first sentence of the opening made people think that although this big man looked rough and mad, but his poetry was elegant, it was indeed a good poem.
However, everyone was disappointed in the next sentence.
"Two pairs of shoes on the ground."
Are there two pairs of shoes on the floor? What the hell?
Just when everyone thought the man with short hair and beard was just a slip of the tongue, the third sentence came out.
"Two men and women in bed."
The big man with short hair and cheeks took one step in one sentence, and when it came to the third sentence, he already took three steps, as if he wanted to make a poem in four steps.
And some of the women who sell themselves in Mingyan Tower could not help but blush when they heard the third sentence. This sentence is very suitable for them when they entertain guests.
"anything else?"
Some male monks around already knew that this poem was not serious, so they had the desire to listen.
"There is me and you."
Taking the fourth step, the big beard shouted loudly, and his eyes were still on Girl Chunfang.
"Cut, you are too embarrassed to show off this kind of Yin poem."
A young monk couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and shouted.
However, he was greeted by a huge slap.
Snapped!
The crisp slap sounded through the entire Mingyan Tower, the left cheek of the yelling young monk was swollen, and it was the big beard who shot.
"You...do you dare to hit me?"
However, what responded to him was another slap, and Dahan Hu directly slapped him out of Mingyan Tower.
"It is indeed a good poem, but it is a yin poem. What I want is a serious poem."
At this time, girl Chunfang spoke, her voice made everyone seem to be beaten.
"I come."
A monk who is also dressed in white, with a long sword hanging from his waist.
"Red lotus root fragrant and remnant jade in autumn. Relax Luo Chang lightly and board the orchid boat alone. Whoever sends the brocade book in the cloud, when the goose character returns, the moon is full of the west building.
Everyone was silent, then burst into applause.
The artistic conception of this poem is completely in line with this situation. Everyone believes that if nothing unexpected happens, the young man in white will win the heart of Chunfang.
The young man in white is called Du Bai, a troubadour, a scholar who likes to walk around the world, but this scholar possesses great strength.
In fact, there are many such troubadours in Wuyuan Continent.
"Very good poem."
Girl Chunfang spoke, she wanted to say something, but was interrupted by another voice.
"I'm not a talented person, Chunfang, after listening to my poem, it's not too late to make a decision."
When everyone heard the sound, they saw that it was a monk wearing a blindfold, with long flowing hair and vicissitudes in his voice.
"please!"
Chunfang hid her face with a small fan, and said with a smile.
"The autumn sky is bright and the moon is hanging, and the luster dew is wet. The frightening magpies are not determined, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is cold and the shadows are sparse, and the neighbors are rushing in the night. What is the best period, and looking at the sky."
"Good poem!"
Rao, the young man in white could not help but sigh that he was inferior to the other party after hearing this five-character quatrain poem.
Happiness!
On the stage, Miss Chunfang couldn't help but get up, came to the front of the curtain, and looked at the young man who had an exit through the translucent silk cloth.