Poetry Competition
In this era, Bai Zheng's paper had not even been passed down to the world. If people wanted to use a brush to write a picture, they would have to use bamboo sheets or Silk Cloth s, which was why in this era, ordinary people did not know much about reading and writing.
Bai Yinan stretched out his neck and looked around bit by bit. His posture was enough to make Bai Zheng believe that if not for the etiquette restrictions, Bai Yinan would have jumped up and walked to their side to stare at them.
Bai Zheng laughed helplessly. Suddenly, she felt someone's gaze fall on her. She turned her head sharply and saw Feng Linyuan's gentle eyes.
Feng Linyuan was still holding onto his teacup, not a brush. The moment she turned around, he smiled at her.
Bai Zheng looked at the two-thirds of the incense on the table, puzzled and stared at Feng Linyuan who was staring at him the whole time.