Chapter 426
"If one day love is no longer confusing, enough to see clearly all the rights and wrongs."
"Until that time, you will no longer be celebrated in my heart."
"I won't treat you like a queen anymore."
...
Meanwhile, a bronze carriage rolled out from Fengyue Xiaozhu, heading towards Buyun Tower.
Along the way, the unimaginable splendor and extravagance continued, a world of paper and gold that was simply unparalleled.
Walking through the streets of the inner city, one could easily distinguish between the people of the imperial capital and the outsiders, as their clothing styles were as exaggeratedly ornate as the three blue-and-white porcelain buildings.
But Li Mo gazed at the scene before him and found it no longer beautiful.
He felt a strange sensation.
To him, the imperial capital resembled a shiny apple, its exterior gleaming while the inside was rotten, the nauseating stench almost palpable.
"It's more comfortable in the outer city."
Upon returning to Buyun Tower, Li Mo stretched lazily.
"Bing Tuozi, tonight..."
"Li Guanjin, I'm tired today."
"....."
Li Mo was taken aback, realizing that the small hand he had held for so long had slipped away from his grasp. Bing Tuozi had returned to her room alone, casting him a lingering glance.
*Thud—*
The door slowly closed.
So she was still sulking...
Li Mo furrowed his brow, pondering where things had gone wrong. He recalled the moment when Bing Tuozi had started to knead the big-headed doll...
It seemed to coincide perfectly with the moment he had written that line of poetry?
"With a dance, I play with the clear shadows, how is it like in the mortal realm..."
The name of Hua Nongying was just embedded in it...
"Li Mo, oh Li Mo."
Little Li pointed at himself, then returned to his room, releasing the Taiyin Yihun (Taiyin Spirit).
*Buzz—*
A strange, mystical wave connected with the Taiyin.
"Song of the Moon..." Activate!
But just as the mystical wave surged, it abruptly cut off.
It was like being hung up on a video call.
"....."
Li Mo, feeling helpless, took out paper and brush, and began to write.
Though it felt awkward to copy poetry to show off now, he had once enjoyed it.
He never expected to find himself in this situation...
...
In the room of Qianlong Third.
The top three rooms were located on the true top floor of Buyun Tower, offering a different kind of scenery. Living here felt like being in the clouds, facing the starry sky, able to reach out and pluck the stars.
Yet, no matter how beautiful the scenery, Ying Bing, sitting on the bed, had no heart to appreciate it.
She wasn't actually angry.
It was just that watching Hua Nongying send him flirtatious glances stirred a restlessness within her, as if she were being roasted over a fire.
But the more she felt the heat, the colder she became.
Especially when she heard that line of poetry.
Could it be that Li Mo really wrote it for Hua Nongying?
What a coincidence that it happened to be so?
No matter how clever Bing Tuozi was, she was a fool when it came to love. She realized she had become a bit dim-witted, unable to figure out such a simple question.
She also felt she had become overly calculative. In the past, she didn't care about anything except martial arts, but now she found herself obsessively overthinking, unable to resist the urge to ponder.
That was why she had 'escaped' back to her room.
That was why she couldn't accept his "Song of the Moon"...
Ying Bing took out some tea leaves, hoping to calm herself with a cup of tea.
But at that moment, she suddenly noticed something being slipped through the crack of the tightly shut door.
Cautiously, Bing Tuozi approached, only to find...
It was a piece of paper.
And the handwriting was very familiar.
"Shui Diao Ge Tou, when will the bright moon appear?"
[Author: You don't know me.]
"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is tonight in the heavenly palaces."
"I wish to ride the wind back, but fear the jade towers and palaces are too cold at such heights. I dance with the clear shadows, how is it like in the mortal realm?"
"Turning the vermilion pavilion, lowering the ornate window, shining on the sleepless. There shouldn't be hatred; why does the moon always seem full when we part? People have their joys and sorrows, the moon waxes and wanes; this has been hard to achieve since ancient times."
"I only wish for a long-lasting bond, sharing the moonlight across a thousand miles."
It was the complete version of the poem he had just recited.
The meaning, spread across the heavens and earth, wasn't hard to understand.
And it seemed...
A bit fitting?
The bright moon shouldn't harbor resentment towards people, right? Otherwise, why was the moon so full at this moment?
.........
P.S.: Tomorrow I still have to organize the new place I just moved into. Little Pu Jie is exhausted today, but once it's done, everything will be fine tomorrow.
The updates have been unstable these past few days; I hope the audience can understand. -3-
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Chapter 473: Little Li Eats Ice, Delicious and Craving, Wants to Eat Again Next Time
Leaning against Bing Tuozi's door, Li Mo perked up his ears but heard nothing.
Did Bing Tuozi see it?
Could she already be resting?
Li Mo pondered whether he should slip another note under the door. Bing Tuozi might overlook it...
For example.
When someone stays at a hotel, they often find those little ads with phone numbers slipped under the door.
They always wait until the lonely guest has endured a long, sleepless night, only to discover it the next morning as they prepare to leave.
Its only purpose is to remind you.
Beauty often arrives quietly when you least expect it, and by the time you notice, it has already passed its prime...
So what to do?
If it were Zhong Zhenyue or someone else, Little Li could come up with ten or eight solutions in a heartbeat.
But when it came to himself...
Little Li, the love guru, found himself utterly clueless.
...
But he didn't know that just a door away.
Ying Bing held the paper, looking at the familiar handwriting, unable to suppress a smile.
So, the line from Fengyue Xiaozhu wasn't a spontaneous expression from Li Mo; the poem was already complete.
The mention of Hua Nongying's name in one line was merely a coincidence.
It was originally written for her.
Ying Bing lowered her gaze, folded the paper neatly, and tucked it into her bosom for a moment before placing it into the big-headed doll.
Then she pushed the door open.
"Hmm? Bing Tuozi, did you see it?"
"See what?"
Ying Bing tilted her head, looking puzzled.
Li Mo was taken aback, glancing down. Bing Tuozi didn't see it? But there was nothing on the floor.
Could it have been blown away by the wind?
He stepped into the room, inspecting corners and such, but still found nothing.
"Li Mo."
"Ah?"
"There seem to be mosquitoes in Buyun Tower; let me add a... seal."
Ying Bing gently closed the door, speaking seriously yet absurdly.
"?"
Is that even reasonable?
Li Mo looked up. Buyun Tower was so high that even birds would struggle to fly up; what kind of mosquitoes were so impressive?
But Ying Bing had already settled into the chaise longue, kicked off her shoes, her fair legs elegantly crossed, her serene eyes glancing over, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to speak but forgot her words.
Li Mo: "!"
I don't care if it's reasonable!
This is the principle!
Li Mo rushed over, lifting Bing Tuozi and placing her on his lap, enveloped in a cold fragrance, soft and smooth, a principle that was both lofty and firm.
Looking up, he saw her face bathed in moonlight, a strand of hair caught at the corner of her mouth, and he casually brushed it aside.
Ying Bing had indeed wanted to say something, but the warmth at the corner of her lips made her suddenly forget what she wanted to say.
"Let's practice... practice."
At that moment, Bing Tuozi clearly recognized that there was indeed a difference in their physical strength.
Otherwise, why would she feel so constrained?
And he felt so warm...
"Just hold me a little longer."
Li Mo wore a righteous expression.
As everyone knows, a gentleman can be deceived by reason, meaning that gentlemen understand the rules and logic; if you reason with them, they can't resist.
Little Li, the gentleman, was particularly susceptible.
Who could blame him? The logic was as graceful as a startled swan, as fluid as a swimming dragon, and it carried a fragrant allure, with an astonishing elasticity...
"Then, just for a little while."
The tranquility in Ying Bing's eyes trembled slightly, and she ultimately agreed.
She had been angry with him today, so... let him be a little willful.
The result was...
...a stick of incense passed.
...half an hour passed.
...almost an hour passed.
Ying Bing gradually lost track of how many times she had thought about stopping, but every time the thought reached her lips, it was pulled back by the warm sensation.
It was like waking up on a cold winter morning, glancing at the time, knowing she had to go to work or school today.
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