At this moment, Shen Yaowei noticed something strange in her arms.
She lowered her head and saw the little morning glory sticking its little head out of her collar. It was secretly facing the empty space below, as if it was watching Yu Linlang perform.
She reached out and pressed it into her arms. Then, she hurriedly glanced at Shen Yuyan and realized that he was also frowning at Yu Linlang.
Obviously, her Third Brother might have thought of the same thing as her.
As the poem ended, Yu Linlang's performance also ended, but many people still looked like they wanted more.
"Miss Yu, did you personally compose this poem?" On the first floor, a young scholar asked Yu Linlang excitedly, "I've never read such a good poem!"
Many of the talents present agreed.
They had indeed never read such a good poem!
However, many people wondered who wrote this poem.
