A sentence: "The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply."

One sentence: "I wish to win the heart of one person and never leave each other till we grow old."

"...After that, I will never dwell on those inappropriate things again!"

Zhao Rong nodded and said, writing at the same time.

Another song, "Nanshan, I am in a state of self," and a poem, "Luo Hua," I am not in a state of self, appeared on the table.

Including the first poem "Shangxie", within just a few dozen breaths, Zhao Lingfei already had five high-grade poems on her desk!

The two women looked at each other with blank expressions.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head and said word by word: "I finally know why our most sage Confucian master put the Guan Ju's poem describing the courtship of men and women at the first place when compiling the Book of Songs."

He smiled sincerely: "Because, Si Wuxie!"

Zhao Rong pointed to the love poem on the table: "Even though I miss you so much and sleep so hard, it's hard for me to have any dirty things in my heart. I still think about you innocently!"

The words fall.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and started writing.

After a while, a total of thirty-one exquisite love poems were born in the small building of Qinglianxuan.

Within a radius of ten miles, spiritual energy surged towards the Qinglianxuan small building.

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Chapter completed!