In front of Prime Minister Qin's Residence, there was silence. Only the rustling of the bamboo leaves in the wind was left. It was like a huge wave that rushed out and collided with the wall of the house, spreading in all directions and entering everyone's ears.
Those who could enter Jing Street were all literary talents and had some status. They were not illiterate people, so they naturally had their own opinions on literature.
Not to mention the ink bamboo sea that surrounded the Prime Minister's Residence, the two poems on the painting were already soul-stirring and no one suspected that the young man had cheated anymore.
Looking at the white-robed man holding two swords and stepping on a chair, a mouthful of wine made the painting come to life, like a magical phenomenon brought over by the bamboo sea, everyone was dumbfounded.
