C274 At the Very Least He Would Earn a Lot of Money

Wang Qisheng tried to read a few more lines of poetry, but Fu Nanzhu still surprised him, "The green trees are dark and the summer is long. The floor is reflected into the pond."

"The crystal curtain is moving and the breeze is blowing. The fragrance of the roses is everywhere." Fu Nanzhu's nose moved slightly. Naturally he answered the next question