Li Xiu glanced at her dotingly. 'What's this nonsense?' In his opinion, Huang Chao was little more than a brute. Of all the rebel leaders throughout the long river of history, Huang Chao was the one Li Xiu disliked the most.
Glancing at Li Xiu, Zhou Lian asked curiously, "Do you dislike the poem, or the person who wrote it?"
"I don't really like either. But if I had to choose, I dislike the man more than the poem," Li Xiu said, pursing his lips.
After thinking about what she knew of Huang Chao, Zhou Lian fell silent. 'That makes sense. Their values are completely at odds; of course Li Xiu wouldn't like him.' She smiled and shook her head. 'When it comes to his opinions on so many things, this man is really like a child in front of me.'
