Meng Mengmeng followed him and said aggrievedly: "They said your poems are not good."
"Can my poems be bought for one tael of silver?" She Zhaolan's voice was softer than his, but he pronounced each word very lightly.
Roman was surprised. Hearing the tone of his conversation with Meng Mengmeng, it was clear that his tone was much softer and more natural than that of the group of scholars.
"But you didn't sell it to me."
"...I'm not telling you not to come."
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