This was an opponent even more difficult to deal with than Wang Yi. If he were an ordinary little child, he would really have thought she was his fan!
Unfortunately, Yang Ning had debated too many times online. The number of satirical comments he read in a single day was probably more than Wang Luo had spoken in her entire life.
His face still wore that dull expression, one he had learned from Wei Shen.
Did you think this was the expression of a fool?
No, this was the expression of looking at a fool.
"You started writing poetry at five years old: 'Goose, goose, goose, curving neck toward the sky to sing, white feathers float on the green water, red palms cleave the clear ripples.' This poem is playful and cute, fully displaying a pure and innocent nature, and I like it very much. Later, you successively wrote seventy-three more, all of which I have read with great respect!"
On the stage, Lin Yuanxi pursed her lips and smiled gently. It's seventy-four, and I even have one here that you don't know about!
Wang Luo had no idea that someone on the stage was looking down on her. She continued, "But why haven't you written any in the past two years?"
Could it be that the poems given to you by outsiders had run out?
"Because I became the Minister of Works, and official duties are busy!" Yang Ning said. "Moreover, I believe poetry is merely a minor Dao. When a person lives, they should strive all the more for the Great Dao!"
"Oh?" Wang Luo's eyes lit up. "Poetry is a minor Dao, then what is the Great Dao?"
She knew very well that the Taiheng Sect had completely fixed the development path for pageboys. If you dared