"Almost everyone was full of praise for this poem, but there were also many scholars who were unconvinced. Therefore, in a few days, all kinds of new works were produced…"
"Of course, I'm not saying that everyone has to come up with a poem that can surpass this. Everyone, do your best. There's no limit to the number of words."
When the courtesan with a graceful figure and gorgeous appearance was talking on stage, Qin Weimo turned around and looked at the young man beside her.
At this moment, Luo Qingzhou was also looking at the courtesan.
"Brother-in-law, is the view nice?"
The girl suddenly asked in a low voice.
Upon hearing her words, Luo Qingzhou froze. He retracted his gaze from the stage and looked at her. "Second Young Miss, you are referring to…"
Qin Weimo pursed her lips and said, "I mean… is the stage nice?"
Luo Qingzhou nodded.
Qin Weimo raised her eyebrows and asked, "What about the beauty on the stage?"
