"The sound of autumn geese sounds cold."

…

For a time, it could be described as a fight between dragons and tigers in the main hall.

You come and go, tit for tat.

Soon, half an hour passed.

Ye Qiu was fighting against the others alone with a calm expression. On the other hand, those competitors were sweating on their foreheads and scratching their heads and ears anxiously.

Ye Qiu sneered in his heart, I have been reading the couplets since I was a child, how could you be my opponent?

He sat lazily on the chair and kept urging: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I'm so impatient to wait."

"Gifted men, don't be afraid!"

"Hurry up and get out the first couplet!"

Wei Wuxin and others' faces were filled with resentment.

He is so good at writing poems and so powerful in his couplets. Is this Ye Changsheng still a human being?

"Yes!"

Suddenly, Wang Gonggong, who had been thinking for a long time, suddenly shouted, then looked at Ye Qiu and said: "Listen up, my first couplet is..."
Chapter completed!