At this moment, there were also some scholars in the hall who came to rush for the exam. They were sitting there discussing poems and songs, or talking about wine and words. Just as they were speaking, someone quietly glanced at Qi Jie. Her pale green clothes made her skin white and tender. Her eyebrows were not slightly black, her lips were not slightly red, and her eyes seemed to be able to speak.
Who would have thought that the moment his hair tilted, he would be even more beautiful.
Just like a fairy who had just descended from the heavens, the wine of those who were drinking and talking had all fallen to their clothes. Those who were discussing poems and poems unconsciously chanted the tune of Li Yannian in the Han Dynasty," One who cares about the city and another who cares about t
