"I am really worthy of being one of the seven sons of Jian'an. The poems I wrote are indeed good."

Although Xi Yu had never read this poem, he gave a high evaluation.

If you let yourself write, you won’t be able to write it out.

An hour later, Cao Pi prepared to organize the poems he wrote today.

He suddenly discovered that a poem was missing.

What's going on?

And no one else came, he suddenly remembered Xi Yu.

Could it be that Xi Yu took it away?

He carefully recalled the details.

When Xi Yu left, it seemed that paper fell on his feet.

Yes, it must be like this.

Cao Pi was very angry and clenched his fists.

This is all his hard work, and he doesn't want his voice to be seen by Xi Yu.

After returning home, Xi Yu was still reading the poem and enjoyed it very much.

Suddenly, Ouyang Linlin appeared at the door.

Ouyang Linlin passed by here and saw Xi Yu being stunned, so she walked in.

"Husband, why are you watching so enchanting?"

"This is a poem by Cao Pi, how do you see it?"

Ouyang Linlin took it.

After all, she has been acquainted with words since she was a child and has a certain level of appreciation.

She also kept sighing.

"This poem is really good. I wrote down all my depression."

Finally, she watched Xi Yu.

"He is your enemy, would you like him so much?"

"Of course, this is also an opponent in my heart."

"Did you go and persuade Xiang again? He will definitely not surrender, right?"

Xi Yu nodded.
Chapter completed!