Let’s see what you wrote, Bai Zixu said to Ye Qi’s son Ye Qingdi.

He picked up the white paper with a poem written on it:

"The flowers in the forest fade, spring is too fast.

Unfortunately, the cold rain comes to the morning and the wind comes to the evening.

The tears of rouge remain drunk, when will it be repaid?

It is the end of life that brings joy to the east.”

Bai Zixu said: "This poem doesn't seem to be written by you boy."

Ye Qingdi said: "I dreamed of it."

Bai Zixu said: "What dream?"

Ye Qingdi said: "A fairy brother, who is more handsome than you, has read this poem to me. But he seems to be unable to go anywhere, so he can only stay in one place, which is quite boring."

Bai Zixu glanced at the corner of his mouth. This kid really couldn't speak. What does he mean to be handsomer than him, but he still asked, "Where is it?"
Chapter completed!