"My heart, don't sweep the head's interest!"

She was immediately stopped by someone.

But He Qingqing had turned around and wrote words on the table.

In addition to the hero post, there is also her poem next to the hero post. There is actually a third poem in the corner of the stone table.

The brushstrokes are tough and the handwriting is beautiful.

"I recognize that this is the word "Junior Sister Chen, cough, Chen Hongzhu." Yuan Qingshi suddenly realized, "I remembered that she came to Zhaixingtai at night when she betrayed the clan and went downstairs. I think it was written at that time."

Everyone surrounded them again.

He Qingqing's fingertips streaked across the stone table, and said softly:

"‌The moon is far away from the branches and flowers, and I am east when you are facing the thousands of channels."

She smiled and it turned out to be a farewell poem.

‌The moon left the branches, the falling flowers drifted in the wind, the man returned to the Qiankui, and I went to Tiandongzhou alone.

He Qingqing thought to herself that she couldn't take it and couldn't let it go, and she only dared to write a farewell poem in a place where no one was.

She looked downward, and her eyes suddenly condensed: "The wind, flowers, snow and moon should laugh at me, my heart is in the ninth level of Xuantian--"

Once these two sentences were expressed, the moon and flowers that were first turned into the scenery on the road, and a sense of enthusiasm jumped out of the stone table and rushed straight to the ninth heaven.

He Qingqing was stunned for a moment: "I can't write this sentence just because of her."

She actually pulled out the dagger again and wanted to erase the verses she wrote.
Chapter completed!