Zhao Tai, whose face was ashen, Li Chen cheerfully said, “I’m the author. Jinpa, you are the one who put pen to paper. After you go back, I’ll give you two more poems. Copy them down. When you run out...Chapter 1487: Midnight scriptures every day, he still cannot grasp the true meaning. It makes one ashamed."“In my life, I haven't done anything earth-shattering. Looking back, I haven't benefited the country, contributed t...