When Zhao Rong had assumed that he was the one who had completed the couplet, the blue-clothed girl glared at him in silence.
Zhao Rong felt that something was amiss.
At that moment.
Zhao Rong stared blankly at the blue-clothed girl in front of him, with her Liu Mei eyebrows turned upside down and her small face tensed up.
She was glaring at him angrily, her crisp voice of resentment still echoing in Zhao Rong's ears…
He glanced at the couplet on the wooden door behind the blue-clothed girl, then slowly turned to look at the large group of scholars who had warmly applauded him just a short while ago but had now retreated to several steps away.
Over the past few days, the strange behaviors of the blue-clothed girl flashed rapidly through his Heart Lake, hmm, and also the reactions of his "hard-luck brothers" behind him.
Zhao Rong slowly inhaled a chilly breath.
The scene was quiet at this moment.
Everyone was looking at him with various expressions in their eyes.
