"You can't recite this poem?"

"Yes, I didn't think of it."

"Zhao Yi's "On Poetry": Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years."

"Awesome, awesome!"

"There's more!"

"Please give me some advice, madam." Bai He said with a smile.

"Yuan Mei's "Miscellaneous Poems on the Lake": The flowers in Ge Ling bloom in February, and tourists come and go talking about gods. My heart is different from that of tourists. I don't envy gods and young men."

"Little lady, you are so awesome, I am convinced!" Bai He said with a smile.

"Little brat, what do you mean by calling yourself an old man?" Wang Xiaoya smiled and pinched Bai He's cheek.

"Damn!" Bai He said with a smile, "Is your skin itchy?"

"You want to hit me?"

"I'm willing to hit you, but it's too late for me to hurt you."

Bai He was about to ask for a kiss, but was pushed away by Wang Xiaoya.

"No more."

"A little too much."
Chapter completed!