Chen Laoxiucai stared at Huang Tinghui's back with some confusion. No one knew what this guy was thinking.
I don’t know when Huang Tinghui left his position.
The old scholar Chen walked towards Huang Tinghui's position with complicated thoughts.
"What is this?" Chen Laoxiucai saw a line of words on the table and made a surprised sound.
"What a good word!"
"It seems like I have never seen these lines of poetry before!"
"It is rumored that Huang Tinghui is very talented in poetry. Could it be that these lines of poetry were improvised by him?"
"Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the full moon will appear on the west tower."
"What a good calligraphy and lyrics!" Old scholar Chen glanced around furtively. He secretly remembered these lines of poetry in his heart, and then left Huang Tinghui's place pretending to be indifferent.