After thinking about it, Qin Xiao decided to start writing.

I didn't expect that he would be a copycat one day.

Swish, swish, swish... Soon, a poem was written on thin paper.

"This poem..." Su Yun looked at Qin Xiao and picked up the pen, started writing, and finished it in one go.

What really shocked him was the four poems in his writing!

He had never seen such a poem.

I looked at my own again and it turned out that the other person didn't lie to me.

Just tear it off, Su Yun never wants to write poetry in his life.

"Okay, is there any written one? The time is coming soon." Mother Yang finally shouted.

One stick of incense will immediately burn to the end.

In the second floor, there is only that poem by Miss Linglong.

This one is the only song that can be seen.

Still a very reluctant one.

There was no fluctuation on his face, he just smiled faintly, and when he was about to choose this song, the sound rang out.

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade hills, they would meet under the moon on the jade platform."

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Chapter completed!