C1888 I've Made a Fool of Myself

Number 1888: Ugly.

Unconsciously, he looked at the lines of words in the back garden of the Fang family, savoring Chen Fan's poems. At this moment, everyone felt as if they were in the middle of it.

The entire city was covered in yellow gold nail, looking at the golden chrysanthemums. At this moment, weren't they the golden guards wearing the gold nail?

His thoughts scattered once more