"But … but this bamboo slip didn’t respond …" Small mirror some small wake up.
Xia Chaoyang fiddled with bamboo slips and said doubtfully, "It doesn’t make sense. How can this poem be wrong in such a combination …" At this time, the novel before the green ant said, "Sister Chaoyang, this poem seems to be upside down …" "So that’s what I said. Haha …" Zhao-yang Xia got directions