C41 Sai ching

"Good poem!" The crowd erupted into cheers. That white-clothed scholar was also handsome, and from time to time, there would be a few girls who had yet to leave the pavilion secretly sizing him up.

At this time, another person began to chant: "Just relying on the strong wind is not fake. The red line flies high in the sky, there is a road in the Azure Sky. "

The crowd burst into cheers again