Bai Xuan calmly stepped onto the stage with a roll of white paper in her hands and handed it to the two soldiers of Musical House. Then, they hang it on the last poetry-hanging seat.

That leader began to sing loudly-

"Poem of watching Hua Xiangrong dance alone beneath the moon; reads..."

As soon as the name of the poem was reported, the crowd on Liufang Street suddenly exclaimed.

Lu Xue on the VIP seat even couldn't help but laugh. ...