Chen Zixuan looked around, and his eyes stayed on a painting on the wall, which was a landscape painting.

The scene of an old man fishing by the river.

Before Chen Zixuan could speak, a poem popped out of Ye Cheng's mind.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

Hear this poem......

"The Absolute Little Eunuch" Chapter 165 The Entourage is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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