Well, I guess it’s useless to ask. Master has always been very reliable when it comes to being unreliable.
Li Mo looked towards the stage, which was decorated with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes, and bursts of fairy music could be heard.
Wanchun Court is a luxurious and extravagant place where nobles gather under the feet of the emperor. At this moment, with the music of Penglai Sect, it becomes even more intoxicating, and coupled with the dance of Tu Yan and Hua Nongying of Hehuan Sect.
Well, the upper class is permeated with vulgarity, and this tone is simply killing me.
But classmate Xiao Li yawned. It was only the first program of the rehearsal and he had no interest in watching it. The image of Bingtuozi teaching him martial arts seriously suddenly appeared in his mind.
So Li Mo was clearly not paying any attention to the show, but his expression was still quite serious and immersed.
Soon, Song Baiyue and other senior officials from the Ministry of Rites also arrived.
"Brother Li, who is this?"
Lord Song greeted him and then asked curiously.
He was a little surprised that the person sitting next to Li Mo was not Fairy Han.
"My Master."
"Oh, it's you, Master. I've heard of you for a long time."
Song Baiyue greeted politely.
Shang Wu yawned rudely.
Li Mo coughed lightly, drawing Lord Song's attention back to the stage. It was well known that the master had long harbored rebellious intentions, and often thought of him becoming the emperor, the master becoming the emperor emeritus, and conferring the title of crown prince on Elder Hanhe.
Moreover, she is famous for her equality towards all beings except herself, the one who provides her with food and clothing.
If she hits me, I can just think of it as a dog bite.
"Ah, I'm confident in what Brother Li is doing."
Song Baiyue said with a smile: "Come, I'll toast you, brother."
As he said this, he reached for the wine jug.
“Woohoo…”
Song Baiyue: “?”
Where does the sound of a dog guarding its food come from?
Li Mo: “…”
Looking back, he saw the beautiful master baring her teeth, with an extremely ferocious expression, staring at Song Baiyue viciously.
How vicious is it?
The colleagues and guards brought by Song Baiyue subconsciously took two steps back and protected the adults in front of them.
"Um, this is Mr. Song, the Minister of Finance of Dayu, who is quite famous in the literary world."
Li Mo blinked, took out another pot of wine and said:
"You are a scholar, you can't drink much, not even enough to fill your teeth, Master, don't worry about this one or two cups..."
"Tsk, it looks like that too."
Shang Wu looked Lord Song up and down and reluctantly gave his beloved disciple some face.
"Hey--"
Song Baiyue drew out the last line of his voice, stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open:
"What are you talking about? I can drink wine by the stream and write hundreds of poems. When I was young, I was known as a drunkard. Didn't I make you drunk last time, brother Li? You even praised me for my huge capacity for drinking. What are you talking about now? What are you talking about?!"
Old Song hasn't drunk any alcohol since the last time until today.
I held it in for many days because I was afraid that drinking would cause trouble during this critical juncture of the Hundred Flowers Festival.
He was already intrigued by the music and dancing, and his colleagues always praised him for his good alcohol tolerance. Now, a woman was looking at him as if he was a fool.
Can Lord Song tolerate this?
Li Mo: “….”
He was a little reluctant to tell Lord Song that his last performance was all acting and there was no emotion because he wanted to go home early and sleep with Bingtuozi.
Shang Wu waved her hand indifferently: "Please give my disciple some face and I will let you go today."
"Thanks... Hey, this is my lyrics?" Song Baiyue stood up: "I'll let you go!"
"Then what do you want to do?" Shang Wu frowned.
"I want to compete with you. Whoever loses will be a dog." Lord Song rolled up his sleeves and had already fully mastered the first move of the King of Fighting.
A black line appeared on Li Mo's forehead.
No, why bother competing with a dog to see who is more dog-like, Lord Song?
“Hehe….hahahahaha.”
Shang Wu's laughter gradually grew louder and louder, and she slapped the table:
"I'm going to give you a chance today. If you lose, you have to call me Master every time you see me!"
"What the hell? This is a mess."
Li Mo is a little messy.
He and Lord Song are brothers, so if Old Song loses, he will call his master "Grandpa".
Oh, yes, you can remove the if.
So what's going on? The master calls him his beloved disciple, and he calls the master his grandmother? The two of them drank his wine, so he's the one who suffers the most, right?
"What do you mean?" Elder Han He was enjoying the fun.
"From now on you have to call Master 'Grandma'." Li Mo said.
"Hey hey??"
Elder Han He blew his beard and glared, and said in a long voice: "Does this have anything to do with me?"
He is the oldest person at the table, with white hair and beard. Does that make him the one with the lowest seniority?
But who made him the prince?
Lord Song and his beautiful master competed in drinking.
Student Xiao Li is discussing seniority with Elder Han He.
Instead, the entire audience turned their attention to them. For a moment, no one appreciated Baihua's stunning performance; everyone went to watch their fun.
Baihua: “…”
They were in a mess due to the music, their minds full of questions like who they were, where they were, and what they were doing here. Or should they just leave?
"puff...."
Upstairs, Ying Bing was leaning on the railing and looking down. Her eyes were sparkling and she couldn't help but smile.
It’s a pity that no one saw the smile of the melting ice and snow, otherwise all the flowers would be eclipsed and no one would look at them.
It wasn't that she was trying to avoid the noise now, she just wanted to stay by his side.
only....
Ying Bing raised his head.
Wanchun Courtyard has a hollow design, and when you look up from here, you can just see the moon at its zenith.
It’s almost midnight.
Today is the time to draw a new prize…a punishment.
When the bright moon reaches the center of the sky, the moon is at its peak.
Ying Bing walked back to the room, and the system also sent a prompt at the right time:
[Congratulations to the host. The next system ranking is coming soon. The system has screened all penalties. ]
"filter?"
Ying Bing leaned on the edge of the couch, her legs slightly raised under her skirt, like slender ivory pillars, shining brightly in the moonlight.
If you don't know what she is going through.
Perhaps because of the scenery of her bathing in the moonlight, she would regard the room as the magnificent Guanghan Palace.
She pinched the big-headed doll's head and pursed her lips when she thought of what was in his head.
So what else is there to filter?
[Last time, this system realized that some punishments no longer have a punitive effect on the host, so some of the punishments that you regarded as rewards were removed.]
[Of course, I also kept a part of it, so that you know it is in Li Mo's mind...]
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PS: I got up at 5:00 to write, I still keep my promise, please charge me. Hey-3-
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