"The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke." Zhao Wangshu groaned, took a sip of tea, and said so many poems in one breath, dry mouth is a small thing, and his brain is buzzing with poetry.

Even if she has been grinding her guns for the past few days, she is almost exhausted, and such a banquet is too laborious, and she doesn't want to participate in it in the future.

Among the five, Liu Shuqing was the first to quit, only she didn't have to compete with others, so she didn't have much combat effectiveness.

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