The spring wind blew on the Willows by Yuanyang Lake.
Xu Baihu raised his chin and waved his folding fan while enjoying the worship and cheers of the audience.
Beside him, Lu Youshan, Cheng Sicheng, and Zhao Keqing were also full of admiration.
All of them gave Xu Baihu a thumbs-up and their eyes were full of admiration.
brother Bai Hu is indeed the best at composing poems among us four great scholars. The moment you casually speak, your wittiness turns into a chapter and becomes a story that will be told for the ages! &Quot;
"I thought my poem was good enough, but I didn't expect brother Baihu to beat it. I really ... Can't help but be convinced!"
"We four great scholars are all talented in literature, and there shouldn't be anyone here who can beat us! Just like the first person who composed the poem, didn't he also give up now?"
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As Lu Youshan and the others praised Xu Baihu, they also thought of Ying minghuai, who had composed the first poem.
