Top Scholar Pavilion Poetry Gathering, Little Li's Mid-Autumn Festival Gift!
Tonight, Yun Province City is unlike any other night. The lights of thousands of homes blend together into neon lights against the night sky, and the clouds seem to be the color of someone who is drunk.
Before leaving, Li Mo also went to see Murong Xiao.
Well, it's still hard.
It's placed in the backyard, looking like a Buddha statue.
Happy Autumn Festival, Brother Murong! Don't say I've forgotten you.
Little Li.
A plate was placed in front of Murong Xiao, containing mooncakes stacked in the shape of a pagoda.
Not only is Li Mo loyal, but he is also very considerate.
The restaurant was by the lake, and there were many mosquitoes, so he lit three mosquito coils, put them in an incense burner, and placed them in front of Murong Xiao.
Murong Xiao: "..."
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Suddenly, it became solemn and dignified.
"It's a pity you're not free to go out today. In that case, stay at the restaurant and pray for my good fortune."
Li Mo earnestly clasped his hands together and bowed.
Many people will perform rituals today, with those living near mountains worshipping the mountain Mountain God and those living near water worshipping the water god.
He doesn't have much faith, but he's quite particular about rituals.
As I stepped out of the restaurant, I saw a young girl by the lake, gazing absently at the bustling street. The noise seemed to pass her by, perfectly illustrating what it means to be detached from the world.
When a certain young man came into her view, her eyes finally showed a touch of humanity.
"Where would you like to go first?" Li Mo asked.
"Top Scholar Pavilion)"
Ying Bing tied her hair up.
While eating, she heard the bustling atmosphere of the Top Scholar Pavilion, the largest market in Yun Province, with an abundance of stalls selling all sorts of trinkets. It can be reached by following Fish-Dragon Street.
She hadn't decided what to give Li Mo yet.
I don't know what to do on a date.
But it doesn't matter, she can go and "see the pigs run".
"Good."
As the two walked into the street, a magnificent and bustling scene unfolded before them.
For the first time Ying Bing seriously examined the street, her gaze sweeping over each and every little trinket.
Li Mo didn't pay much attention to the various stalls on Fish-Dragon Street, since he was quite familiar with all the vendors...
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Ying Bing had changed into a shorter dress after dinner, revealing her fair and slender legs. Her black hair was tied up with a red thread, and her beautiful face shone brightly, making one forget about the bright moon in the sky.
She's aloof and cold; just standing next to her puts a lot of pressure on you.
However, Li Mo's mind was filled with the image of her first time cooking, when she ended up looking like a cat covered in grime.
Noticing the sudden smile in the gazes around her, Ying Bing recalled seeing many men and women chatting and laughing earlier.
"... The moon is very beautiful today," Ying Bing said.
"Indeed." Li Mo's gaze remained unchanged.
"..."
Ying Bing suddenly didn't know what to say.
I didn't even glance at you before you spoke so decisively.
The two remained silent.
No one spoke again, but walking under the dazzling lights, Ying Bing felt surprisingly calm.
Saying nothing seems quite comfortable.
This is probably just letting nature take its course.
Speak if you want to, remain silent if you don't want to, and you won't feel awkward even if you don't say a word.
Not long after.
Upon arriving at the Top Scholar Pavilion, the place became even more lively.
This building has eight floors, standing out among the pavilions and terraces. The crowd surrounding it is three layers deep, and the sound of people is like rain.
What are they doing?
Li Mo glanced around and spotted several familiar figures.
These are the Three Heroes of Cloud-Crossing who visited us today.
Wu Chushu was not alone; he was accompanied by a female companion, who was elegantly dressed and likely a young lady from a wealthy family.
He was speaking confidently, as if he had everything under control.
Bai Jinghong and Cao Mu, standing beside him, cast death stares at him.
Damn, I was just saying this guy was so kind as to invite them out to the lantern festival today.
He actually made plans with a female companion!
That's incredibly unsportsmanlike.
What are you talking about?
Li Mo suddenly spoke.
"..."
Wu Chushu's smile vanished instantly.
He was reminded of unpleasant memories.
The smiles didn't disappear, but they shifted to Bai Jinghong and Cao Mu's faces.
"Um, I brought Miss She out for a stroll Top Scholar Pavilion Poetry Gathering."
Wu Chushu coughed lightly and then said to the woman beside him:
"Who is this...?"
"Wife-Prospering Fighting Soul!" Miss She answered quickly.
Li Mo: "..."
So, is it possible to pay someone to change the comments on this Hidden Dragon Ranking?
Accept some benefits from him, even just a small one.
He changed the subject and asked:
What is a poetry gathering?
Wu Chushu intended to display his extensive knowledge in front of the beautiful woman.
So he began to explain.
Li Mo had a general understanding.
Legend has it that there was once a swordsman in Yun Province who was not only exceptionally skilled in swordsmanship but also exceptionally talented in literature. He became the top scholar in the imperial examination on his first attempt, but he was stripped of his title because he got drunk at the banquet for the successful candidates and wrote a poem criticizing the current affairs.
So he simply resigned from his official post and returned to Yun Province to build this Top Scholar Pavilion.
"Every year during the lantern festival, there is a poetry gathering here, and prizes are awarded to those who answer the questions correctly."
"This year's prize is a jade hairpin, and the quality is quite good."
As Wu Chushu spoke, his smile returned to his face.
As someone who enjoys performing miracles in public, he has decent writing skills (in his own opinion).
Top Scholar Pavilion was a location he specifically chose...
"Brother Chu Shu, I want the prize from the poetry competition!"
Miss She spoke softly and coquettishly.
Bai Jinghong and Cao Mu were trembling with anger, their fists clenched tightly. What were they saying? What were they saying?!
"By the way, Young Hero Li, why did you come out alone?"
"Could it be that..."
Seeing Li Mo all alone, the two felt much more relieved.
At least someone is helping to share the firepower.
But soon, Ying Bing appeared carrying a lantern. She wasn't there to stroll through the lantern festival; she was practically a fairy coming to inspect the mortal world.
Perhaps because it was a bit crowded, she stood particularly close to Li Mo.
Bai Jinghong: "..."
Cao Mu: "..."
The two exchanged a glance. They should have just stayed in Sword City; why did they have to get involved in all this trouble?
"Ice Block."
Li Mo suddenly spoke, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair from the corner of her mouth aside. The skin his hand touched felt like brocade or warm jade.
"Um?"
Your hair looks so messy.
"The rope is tied so tightly that it loosens somewhat easily."
Ying Bing was momentarily lost in thought before nodding.
Her absent-mindedness stemmed not only from the everyday life before her, but also from memories of the past.
What was she doing at this very moment in her previous life?
Perhaps it's standing atop the high Cassia Palace, watching the ebb and flow of human affairs.
She could certainly understand the feeling of loneliness and isolation at the top.
However, in order to maintain a pure and detached mind, he never set foot in the mortal world.
"Then... how about I give you a hairpin for the Autumn Festival?"
Li Mo's voice rang in my ears.
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, looking at the young man who had brought her to the human world. Suddenly, the corners of her lips lifted slightly, and this smile made the gentle beauty of the moonlight come into being.
The people around were instantly stunned.
Even Miss She, who was usually acting cute and charming, stared blankly at him.
"Good."
"..."
It was Little Li was stunned.
He had just been racking his brains, trying to figure out which poem by a predecessor to plagiarize in order to show off.
Seeing that smile, I suddenly didn't need to think anymore.
A poem whose content I only remember, but whose author I don't recall, came to mind.