"Sister County Lord, don't you write poetry?"

Hearing this, Lu Yaoyao shook his head and said, "I don't know how."

She really didn't compose poetry. Although she was a college student in her previous life, she didn't have much exposure to ancient poetry. At most, she only read some ancient poetry in textbooks and other places.

"Won't?"

Cheng Lixue's eyes widened.

Wen Miaomiao, who was writing poetry over there, was so shocked by her words that she stopped moving and raised her head.

If someone else had said this, Wen Miaomiao would not have said this, but it was Lu Yaoyao who said this.

She had to be surprised.

You know, Lu Yaoyao still has the title of Lu Wenzong in the circle of scholars in the capital.

Even though he is a literary scholar, he actually says that he cannot compose poetry. Who would believe this?
Chapter completed!