But still, there were doubts that Su Qianxue could create any good poems.
On stage.
After Su Qianxue quickly completed the last character, she casually placed the bamboo brush on the pen holder. Old Yu shoved Lord Sacrificial Officer aside with force, eagerly holding the rice paper in both hands, his expression extremely fervent.
Lord Sacrificial Officer was caught off guard and was easily pushed aside, instantly getting angry, his beard puffing out and eyes glaring.
"Once the red sun rises, it still stands equal with the heavens; what a line, equal with the heavens, what kind of grandeur is required to write such a verse?"
"And this line, when my flowers bloom, all flowers perish, such a powerful verse, I love this line."
