"Did Chen An also learn his poetry and articles from you?"

Li Chenan nodded without hesitation, and sighed: "Hey, that child is very talented and rare in the world!"

"Since you already know that his secular stories are all false, I won't hide it from you. He really deserves the title of Immortal of Poetry, but I never expected that he would die young."

Li Chenan suddenly looked at the moon and sighed:

"Everything is just a dream in the end, rest.

Even the yellow flowers and butterflies will be sad tomorrow!"

"That's his life!"

“Everything in the world has its flaws,

How can an illusory body avoid impermanence?"

"Girl, why do you still put him between your eyebrows?"

Xia Hua trembled all over.
Chapter completed!