Free Web NovelAlright, it's probably pointless to ask. Master has always been reliably unreliable in that regard.
Li Mo looked towards the stage, which was adorned with carved dragons and phoenixes, and a faint immortal melody wafted through the air.
Wanchun Court was already a lavish den of luxury and extravagance, a gathering place for nobles at the foot of the Son of Heaven. Now, with the music of the Penglai Sect, it became even more intoxicating, especially when paired with the dances of Tu Yan and Hua Nongying from the Hehuan Sect.
It was like vulgarity permeating high society; this vibe was absolutely killer.
But Xiao Li yawned. They had only rehearsed the first act, and he had no interest in watching it. The image of Ice Cube earnestly teaching him martial arts suddenly popped into his head.
So, even though Li Mo wasn't paying attention to the performance, his expression remained quite serious and immersed.
Before long, Song Baiyue and the other Lords from the Ministry of Rites arrived.
"Li Laodi, who is this?"
Lord Song greeted him, then asked with curiosity.
He was a little surprised that it wasn't Han Xianzi sitting next to Li Mo.
"My Master."
"Oh, oh, so it's Master. I've heard much about her."
Song Baiyue politely greeted her. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Shang Wu, quite impolitely, yawned.
Li Mo cleared his throat, drawing Lord Song's attention back to the stage. It was well known that Master had long harbored rebellious intentions, often wishing for him to become Emperor, Master to become Supreme Emperor, and Elder Han He to be crowned Crown Prince.
Moreover, aside from him, her provider, she was famously egalitarian to all beings.
If she beat someone up, they could only treat it as being bitten by a dog.
"Alas, I am naturally at ease with Li Laodi's actions."
Song Baiyue said with a chuckle, "Come, I'll toast you, Laodi."
As he spoke, he reached for the wine pot.
"Woof woof woof..."
Song Baiyue: "?"
Where did that dog's food-guarding sound come from?
Li Mo: "..."
He looked back to see the beautiful Master baring her teeth, looking extremely ferocious and glaring fiercely at Song Baiyue.
How ferocious was she? Even Song Baiyue's accompanying colleagues and guards subconsciously took two steps back, shielding their Lord.
"Um, this is Lord Song, the Minister of Revenue of Great Yu, and quite renowned in literary circles."
Li Mo blinked and took out another pot of wine, saying:
"Lord, you are a scholar; you can't drink much. It's not even enough to fill your teeth. Master, you don't need to mind one or two cups, do you..."
"Tsk, that seems to be the case."
Shang Wu scrutinized Lord Song up and down, reluctantly giving her Baby Disciple some Face.
"Heh—"
Song Baiyue's voice trailed off, and he suddenly stood up, eyes wide:
"What kind of talk is that? I, your Lord, can compose a hundred poems while drinking by the winding stream. In my youth, I was even known as the 'Wine Maniac.' Didn't I outdrink you last time, Li Laodi? You even praised my capacity. What is this talk now? What is this talk?!"
Old Song hadn't had a drink since last time, until today.
He had been holding back for many days, afraid of drinking and messing things up at this critical juncture of the Hundred Flowers Gathering.
His interest was already piqued, with the music and dancing, plus his colleagues always praised his drinking capacity. Now, to be looked at by a woman with the eyes of someone watching a small fry...
Could Lord Song tolerate this?
Li Mo: "..."
He felt a little bad telling Lord Song that his performance last time was all acting, without emotion, because he wanted to go home early and sleep with Ice Cube. freёwebnovel.com
Shang Wu waved her hand dismissively, "I'll give my disciple some Face; I'll let you off the hook today."
"Thank—hey, isn't that my line?" Song Baiyue shot up, "It's more like I'll let you off the hook!"
"Then what do you propose?" Shang Wu frowned.
"I, your Lord, want to compete with you. Whoever loses is a dog." Lord Song rolled up his sleeves, completely having fallen for the first move of the Fighting King Profound Meaning.
A black line appeared on Li Mo's forehead.
No, why would you compete with a dog to see who's more of a dog, Lord Song?
"Heh heh... hahahaha."
Shang Wu's laughter gradually grew from soft to loud, her smile becoming more unrestrained. She slammed her hand on the table:
"This granny will give you a chance today. If you lose! If you lose, when you see me, you must call me 'Grandpa'!"
"What in the world? Isn't this just utter chaos?"
Li Mo was a bit flustered.
He and Lord Song were sworn brothers. If Old Song lost, he'd call Master 'Grandpa'.
Oh, right, # Nоvеlight # he could remove the 'if'.
Then how would this work in the future? Master calls him Baby Disciple, and he calls Master 'Great-Grandma'? And they were drinking his wine; so, he was losing out no matter what!
"What's the matter?" Elder Han He, not one to shy away from a good show, asked.
"You'll have to call Master 'Great-Grandma' from now on," Li Mo said.
"Oh my goodness??"
Elder Han He stroked his beard and glared, his voice drawn out, "Am I involved in this too?"
He was the oldest at this table, with white hair and a long beard, and he was becoming the lowest in seniority?
But then again, he was the Crown Prince.
Lord Song and the beautiful Master were having a drinking contest.
Xiao Li was discussing seniority with Elder Han He.
All eyes, however, turned to them. For a moment, no one appreciated the buhua juese performance; everyone was watching their spectacle.
Hundred Flowers: "..."
They were in disarray amidst the music, their minds filled with 'Who am I? Where am I? What am I here for?' Perhaps they should just leave?
"Pfft..."
Upstairs, Ying Bing, looking down from the railing, her autumn-like eyes sparkling, couldn't help but laugh.
It was a pity that this smile, like melting snow, went unseen; otherwise, the Hundred Flowers would have paled in comparison, and even fewer people would have watched them.
She wasn't intentionally avoiding the commotion now, as long as she stayed by his side.
It was just that... Ying Bing looked up.
Wanchun Court had a hollow design, so looking up from here, one could see the moon high in the sky.
It was almost midnight.
Today was the time to draw new rewards... and punishments.
When the bright moon reached the center of the firmament, at the peak of the lunar power.
Ying Bing returned to her room, and the System's prompt sounded at the opportune moment:
【Congratulations, Host. The next System ranking is imminent, and the System has already filtered all punishments.】
"Filtered?"
Ying Bing leaned against the soft couch, her legs, like slender ivory pillars, gently crossed beneath her skirt, glowing with the moonlight.
If one didn't know what she was going through.
They would probably mistake the room for a beautiful Guanghan palace, given the scene of her bathing in moonlight.
She held the boy with a large head's head, and her lips pursed as soon as she thought of the things in his head.
What was there to filter then?
【The System realized last time that some punishments no longer served as punishments for the Host, so it removed some punishments that you treated as rewards.】
【Of course, some were also retained, so you know those are from Li Mo's mind...】
