chapter 223 Grandmaster only

"Then go ahead!" the girl said with her eyes wide open. "What's the big deal?" Although Xu Beichuan couldn't write poetry, he was thick-skinned and not afraid of embarrassment, so he jumped onto the stage without saying a word. At this moment, Xia Jiang threw out a poem: The river reflects the bright moon, and the lights hide her delicate face. The original meaning of this poem is not very high, but the fans below still clapped their hands enthusiastically. The other literati were naturally...