Chapter 470
From the smoothness of the big-headed doll's forehead, it was clear that Bing Tuozi had been sitting in the hall for quite a while.
He thought she had already gone out...
"Bing Tuozi, how long have you been sitting here?"
Ying Bing turned her head slightly at the voice coming from behind her.
"Not long, I just stepped out of my room for some fresh air and chatted with Sister Qin and Chief Shang for a bit. Why are you back so late?"
"Actually, I've been back for a long time. I was in your room the whole time."
"...."
"...."
Ying Bing froze for a moment, her fingertips curling slightly.
Li Mo gazed up at the ceiling of Bu Yun Tower at a forty-five-degree angle.
The hall fell into a brief silence.
It was the clever little Li who cleared his throat, breaking the quiet:
"Did they all leave? What did you guys talk about?"
"Knowing a person’s face but not their heart, some upright gentlemen seem serious on the surface but have another side behind the scenes..." Bing Tuozi said softly.
"????"
Little Li felt a bit guilty and touched his nose.
Every few words she spoke made him feel like his ID number was being read out loud.
Was she talking about him?
It seemed she could only be talking about him, after all, among the three of them, he was the only one known as an upright gentleman.
But wait... he usually didn’t dream at night, always lost in his little world. How would Sister Qin know?
Bing Tuozi definitely wouldn’t know...
"To be fair, just a casual observer... um, what kind of face are we talking about?"
"One that likes feet, for example."
"....." Li Mo leaned back slightly, oh no, it really did seem like she was talking about him.
"But as the saying goes, a gentleman discusses actions, not intentions. Everyone has their little quirks; those who achieve great things don’t sweat the small stuff. Little quirks are harmless..."
"They were talking about people from the Great Shang era," Ying Bing added.
Li Mo paused, his expression suddenly shifting from guilty to serious: "So those are just sayings. Personally, I believe in the unity of knowledge and action; what’s in the heart should be reflected in one’s actions!"
"......"
Watching him stubbornly defend himself, Ying Bing rolled her eyes lightly and stood up with the lamp.
In a way, Li Mo wasn’t wrong.
He was indeed quite unified in knowledge and action, but some knowledge... he just hadn’t had the chance to apply yet?
According to their mutual understanding, if Li Mo was being stubborn, she didn’t have to be—at least verbally.
So Li Mo didn’t ask her why she said she hadn’t been waiting long when she had clearly been here all along.
And Bing Tuozi didn’t tell him that she occasionally caught glimpses of his new world’s door during each system punishment extraction.
Half an hour later, Li Mo prepared a late-night snack and, while delivering it, naturally entered Bing Tuozi’s room.
See? Unity of knowledge and action.
Little Li, the gentleman, always kept his word, but sometimes his hands had a mind of their own, and he couldn’t be blamed for that.
For instance, he had promised just to massage her feet, but his hands kept wandering...
"Wow... Bing Tuozi, why do your calves feel longer than your thighs?"
"Who has calves longer than their thighs..."
"Really? I might have measured wrong. Let me check again with my hands."
....
The following time passed quietly.
Everyone put aside their distractions and seriously prepared for the second round of the Qianlong Conference. During this time, Li Mo continued to invest in a few friends (taking advantage of opportunities).
He gave Lao Xiao two rare treasures that would greatly benefit his spirit, helping the old man recover a bit more.
As for Murong Xiong, Li Mo didn’t invest in physical items but instead further imparted the secrets of the Fighting King.
Murong Xiao was deeply moved, feeling that Li Mo was truly kind. Even though he was no longer a disciple of Qingyuan Sect, Li Mo didn’t care about sectarian views at all, completely disregarding personal biases.
Li Mo expressed that there was no need for more words; he wished for all heroes to master the secrets of the Fighting King!
Murong Xiao gave him a thumbs up.
But he wondered if the masters at Xuankong Temple would be upset if they found out.
As for Huang Donglai, it was even simpler—just throw money at him.
Speaking of which, he still didn’t know how many tricks and trump cards Huang Donglai had up his sleeve, and he only had a vague understanding of the martial arts he practiced...
So he might as well give him some money and let Old Huang prepare whatever he needed.
There were only two days of rest, and that was all he could do.
The insights from his investments were plentiful.
Unfortunately, they were all related to the Hammer Path.
Li Mo didn’t spend much time on the military strategies of the Southern King; he could wait until the Qianlong Conference was over to study them seriously.
On the morning of the third day.
The sky was overcast, making it hard to tell whether it was morning or evening, as if a spring rain could fall at any moment, or perhaps it had already rained.
Yet the grand map of the nation blocked any raindrops from reaching the imperial capital.
Once again, he arrived outside the Noon Gate.
Li Mo stood below, gazing at the yellow imperial edict hanging high above the Noon Gate, where the names of the Qianlong prodigies were inscribed.
If eliminated, their names would be crossed out, and in the end, only three could remain on the list.
Little Li couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions.
When he saw his name posted on the Noon Gate, he finally felt a sense of reality.
"Weren’t these used to post the names of those sentenced to death?"
Zhong Zhenyue scratched his head.
He wasn’t comfortable around those nobles, so he stuck with Li Mo.
The surrounding Qianlong prodigies cast unfriendly glances their way.
Li Mo: "....."
At this point, that comment could have been left unsaid.
Of course, compared to Zhong Zhenyue, Li Mo wished even more that Zhong Ling would keep quiet.
"What? The Cold Fairy already has someone? Is it the Little Hammer Tyrant?"
"What? Is she going to have a baby with the Little Tyrant?"
"I swear I saw it with my own eyes; I saw the petals fall."
"??? Damn it, I’m going to blow up! Don’t hold me back!"
"Wait! If you rush in now, what if he pulls out his hammer? Let’s wait until he’s on stage!"
So... those unfriendly gazes were actually directed at Little Li.
Ying Bing’s quiet, deep-set eyes lowered, seemingly unable to comprehend what the people around her were saying.
Well, she really didn’t understand before.
Before she looked at the materials of a certain upright gentleman.
But upon hearing someone wanted to teach Li Mo a lesson, Ying Bing still turned to look with a serious expression.
The young man in blue who had just said he wanted to beat up Li Mo suddenly looked as if he had received divine favor, exclaiming in surprise:
"The Cold Fairy is looking at me!"
"Ning Que, I feel like she’s more considering how many swords it would take to kill you."
Beside the young man in blue stood a girl in white, delicate and lively, looking at him with a gaze that suggested he was trash.
"Ning Jue, I told you to call me brother when we’re outside, not to use my name."
"Heh, I wouldn’t call you brother even if you begged."
Ning Que took two incredulous steps back, as if struck by lightning.
Just as Shang Qinqing said, everyone has a side that others don’t know about.
Penglai Xingzi, ever since he heard the famous "Heavenly King’s Breaking Formation" tune, had become a loyal fan of the Cold Fairy. This was quite normal; he had already gained the recognition of the Holy Spirit of Music, the Qinghai Yiyin Qin...
At the same time, he was also a bit of a sister complex.
"Little Tyrant, take a good look; he’s quite handsome, much more of a gentleman than you, Ning Que."
"Hiss... don’t look at her like that; don’t you think the Cold Fairy’s gaze makes it seem like you’ve already been cut by a few swords?"
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**Chapter 526: The Opponent of Princess Xiao Jiang?**
The overcast sky carried moisture, and outside the Noon Gate in the inner city, the sound of hooves could be heard.
A rabbit with a broken leg limped through the crowd, eventually crashing into Li Mo’s leg, exhausted.
A pair of small hands picked it up, and as the little rabbit looked up, it saw a face wearing cool sunglasses, causing its white fur to stand on end.
"Big Brother Li, Sister Bing, a rabbit."
Jiang Chuchong blinked and lifted it up.
Ying Bing glanced at it, and the rabbit, which had originally wanted to struggle, suddenly froze in place, too scared to move.
"Big Brother Li, let’s help it."
"Sure, but should we save it half-cooked, spicy, or braised?"
"Big Brother Li, it seems like it’s fainted from fear."
"So sensitive?"
Li Mo, with a serious face, pulled out what was actually medicine, the floral scent wafting through the air, leaving Xie Xuan speechless. Old Xie could sell everything he had, and it still wouldn’t be enough to buy this bottle of medicine.
At that moment, the crowd parted, and Xie Xuan turned around to see Jiang Yu and his group arriving on horseback, the princes and princesses all dressed in military attire, as if they had just returned from a hunt.
"My rabbit?"
As they passed by, the Eighth Prince saw Li Mo applying medicine to the rabbit and glanced at his empty hunting bag, his brows furrowing and then relaxing.
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