Chapter 394
“Hum.” Shang Wu, despite her usual cleverness, realized that her disciple was just putting on an act. With a huff, she turned and went back to her room.
“Hey.”
Qin Yuzhi shook her head at the scene. Looks like the young lad really messed up this time.
In the end, only Xiao Li was left, frozen in place, feeling the chill of the room.
A song began to bubble up in his mind.
“Snowflakes fluttering~ The north wind howling~~”
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**Chapter 435: My Bed is More Suitable for You**
As night deepened, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its gentle light illuminating a room in Qiushui Pavilion. It seemed like a perfect night to observe the moon.
“Something’s off.”
Li Mo sat at the head of his bed, gradually realizing that something wasn’t right.
He had a history; last time, he had been caught by Bing Tuozi and had to endure three days of her feeding him. But why was she suddenly not her usual cheerful self this time?
It was well-known that Bing Tuozi usually had a calm demeanor, her emotions stable.
Unless...
She was doing it on purpose?
And the expression that the Best Actress at the Golden Statue Awards excelled at was that cool, detached look—she made it seem effortless.
“But why?”
Li Mo scratched his head, which felt like it was about to smoke, utterly perplexed.
Why was Bing Tuozi acting so uncharacteristically?
He could only peer through the crack in the door, glancing toward the opposite room.
Inside, the light of the Jade Phoenix God flickered.
In the boudoir.
The shimmering light danced, revealing avian spirits from distant times, showcasing their divine intent through the Jade Phoenix God.
Ying Bing sat quietly at the head of her bed, dressed in a dark-colored Taiyin Liuxian gown. Her long, delicate legs swayed gently, her boots neatly placed together, her snowy little feet peeking out, as if they had just been washed.
The Jade Phoenix God cast a layer of sacred majesty over her features, but soon, its mission was temporarily fulfilled.
The cloud crane and the white egret forms, these two extreme shapes, officially surpassed the progress of the Taiyin divine form.
“He should be more honest now.”
“After all, I’m still angry.”
As the sacred light faded, the girl was gradually enveloped in a soft glow, like a veil of moonlight.
She picked up a book titled *He Yin Yang* from her bedside, flipping to the first page, her eyelashes shimmering with moonlight.
She got off the bed, her delicate snowy feet barely touching the ground.
Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps approached.
In the opposite room, a shadow crept in, and it was a girl who gently opened the door.
Ying Bing: “?”
“So what’s the reason?”
“Chui Bao, do you have any clues?”
Xiao Li still couldn’t figure it out. If Bing Tuozi’s lack of cheer was an act, what was the reason behind it?
But he had no one to ask; the only one with any insight around was Chui Bao.
“Buzz?”
Chui Bao couldn’t speak, but its two soft buzzes seemed to convey confusion.
See? Even Chui Bao couldn’t make sense of this.
Xiao Li ultimately didn’t suspect that Chui Bao’s buzzing was because it thought its master was a bit off.
You’re asking me?
“Hmm?”
Li Mo looked up and suddenly saw a figure outside the door. He froze for a moment, and a smile gradually returned to his face.
Sure enough, Bing Tuozi wasn’t really angry.
She came to find him in the middle of the night.
“Precious disciple.”
The door creaked open slightly, and the person peeking in was Shang Wu.
Li Mo’s smile vanished quickly. “Master, why are you here in the middle of the night instead of in the kitchen?”
“Hmph, I’m just concerned about you, ungrateful one.”
Shang Wu crossed her arms, looking displeased.
“?”
You’re concerned about me?
Who was it that passed out from drinking too much while teaching me the foundational techniques?
And for Master, not showing concern was the greatest form of care. Besides, coming here in the middle of the night—could it be...
“You’ve gotten into trouble again and are looking to borrow some money to run away?”
That was Li Mo’s first reaction.
Shang Wu rolled her eyes. “Is there anyone in Qingyuan Sect I can’t handle? Why would I need to run away?”
“True enough.”
“I’m hungry. I can’t sleep without drinking, and I can’t drink without some snacks.” Shang Wu pouted.
So how did you manage while I wasn’t around?
You’re just craving it, aren’t you?
Li Mo sighed. “Then go to the kitchen. Sneaking over here, I thought...”
“You didn’t make dinner today. There’s nothing to eat in the kitchen.”
“…”
With no other choice, Li Mo took out a few bags of food sealed in oil paper from the system space, all local specialties from the Southern Frontier.
Feeding the beautiful master √
Bing Tuozi visiting at midnight x
“By the way, what did you think just now?”
“I thought a wild boar from the mountain had broken in. No worries, just eat.”
With Master gone, Li Mo sighed and gazed up at the night sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
It wasn’t her.
But then again, that was quite normal.
Perhaps it was the recent surge of yang energy that muddled his mind, making him forget that this was Bing Tuozi, the one with the red destiny, the future Empress.
The fact that he could sneak into her room without being kicked out felt like a dream.
It wasn’t even his birthday today, and he expected Bing Tuozi to quietly enter his room? Master wouldn’t even dare to think that way without peanuts to snack on.
How could he dare?
If he could dream like this now, what would happen when his courage grew even bolder in the future?
You’re quite audacious, Xiao Li.
“So if I could celebrate a few more birthdays each year, that would be great.”
Li Mo stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
“How many do you want to celebrate?”
“Five, six, seven, or eight would be fine.”
“Such greed.”
Hearing that familiar voice, Li Mo jolted upright, sitting up straight in bed.
The moonlight had stretched a figure long, reaching right to his pillow.
Ying Bing, dressed in her dark Liuxian gown, stood by the window, her originally mixed gaze softening slightly upon seeing him.
“Bing Tuozi, what are you…”
“The moonlight is beautiful tonight,” Ying Bing said earnestly.
Li Mo replied seriously, “It’s been a while since I’ve observed the Taiyin divine intent.”
“…”
Ying Bing’s expression, devoid of emotion, appeared pure and aloof under the moonlight, making it hard to imagine that her delicate hands were curled up, unable to stretch.
“Just behave later. No mischief.”
“I’m full of righteous yang energy, sitting straight and acting properly!”
“Really?”
“Yep!”
Xiao Li sat up straight, his gaze firm as if a small flame had ignited within him.
His righteous energy was indeed surging, almost burning bright.
Ying Bing’s curled fingers relaxed slightly. She had deliberately acted cold today, thinking Xiao Li would behave and wouldn’t suspect anything.
She wasn’t at an age where she could be fooled into calling him “brother.”
When she was in the Gui Palace, so many disciples dared not act recklessly.
Let alone Li Mo, this immature brat who claimed to be a gentleman.
“Come, let’s go to my place.”
“Ah?”
Li Mo was confused, but his body obediently stood up.
“The bed at my place is more suitable for you.”
Ying Bing was referring to the Han Yu bed.
But even Bing Tuozi herself didn’t realize that inviting Li Mo to her bed was so natural that she didn’t think anything was amiss.
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**Chapter 436: Isn’t This Also Considered a Tumble?**
Bing Tuozi’s boudoir seemed different from before, especially the dressing table, which was adorned with many little trinkets—birthday gifts Xiao Li had given her over the years.
Li Mo sat on the cold jade bed, inhaling the faint, cool fragrance, letting out a long sigh.
What material was Bing Tuozi’s bed made of? It was cool and truly comfortable...
Ying Bing sat beside him, took off her shoes and socks, and as her snowy feet were about to touch the bed, she noticed a hand, eager and ready, waiting there.
“We agreed not to cause trouble.”
“Got it. I’ve been holding the hammer too much lately, and I just want to grab something…”
Noticing the slight narrowing of Bing Tuozi’s eyes, Li Mo’s expression turned serious as he used his left hand to apprehend his right.
Then Ying Bing picked up the book from the bedside, handing it over. It was titled *He Yin Yang*, the very one given by Qin, the former sect leader, carefully selected.
“I’ve already learned it.”
“Just take another look. I’ve added some modifications and notes.”
Li Mo immediately felt a sense of solemnity.
This martial art seemed to have quite a few merits, enough for Bing Tuozi to annotate it.
It indirectly indicated that the ancestor of He Huan indeed held some authority in the realm of yin and yang.
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