"This poem..."

Zhao Tianluo's eyes were full of incredible.

To resolve the affairs of the king and the world, and to win the reputation of the past and after death.

Magnificent and ambitious!

She looked at Cao Taisui, who was scolded by thousands of people, and said in a trembling voice: "Is this poem... Could it be that I bought it from Mr. Su?"

Cao Hua's eyes were arrogant and arrogant: "I, Cao Badou, still need to buy poetry?"

Didn't buy it, then...

Zhao Tianluo suddenly became anxious and said in anger: "You actually forced Mr. Su to make a lyrics and didn't give you money. Are you shameless?"

“….”

Cao Hua curled his lips, feeling quite boring, so he simply ignored this little resentful woman who was full of prejudice.

Seeing that he was speechless, Zhao Tianluo was even more angry and asked to warn and threaten him.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the carriage:
Chapter completed!