Su Mingyu raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth:
"Two peaches in the shade, showing off their fences. Make sure to make up for the King Yu's family in the capital."
"What is it?" and the warbler blows off a few flowers. "
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone in the backyard went silent, and stared fixedly at Su Mingyu, who usually did not reveal her talent.
Su Yuyue's mouth was wide open in disbelief. Even if she racked her brains, she couldn't figure out who wrote the poem.
Could it really have been Su Mingyu's work?
To be able to produce such a poem in just a few short breaths of time, it was simply inconceivable!
As if she could see what Su Mingyu was thinking, she smiled. Just as a light breeze blew, some of the disobedient petals quietly landed on her white dress.
Su Mingyu casually picked up a flower petal and said:
"The peach blossoms are shallow, but their makeup seems to be even deeper."