Gentlemen Move Their Mouths, Not Their Hands

Young Master Song had never suffered such a humiliation in his entire life.

Is this proper etiquette?

This is completely impolite.

He quickly pulled up his belt and roared:

"Where are the people outside? Are they all just eating for nothing?"

He was referring to the servants he brought.

"Even if you scream your lungs out, they won't come," Li Mo shook his head.

"Master."

The girls who had been hiding nearby all ran behind him.

Young Master Song was taken aback; these words sounded vaguely familiar, but he still maintained a composed expression and said:

"You ignorant fool, you open a business here, do you even know who I, surnamed Song, am?"

Hua Nongying was still pinned to the spot, but upon hearing these words, she couldn't help but look at Li Mo with a somewhat complicated expression.

"We don't do needlework here, please leave."

Li Mo had already Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye and stood still.

Young Master Song was first surprised, then his face quickly turned red, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

He recognized the newcomer; it was none other than the renowned Hidden Dragon Number One in the Imperial Capital, the Divine Hammer Little Overlord.

After all, the Map of Mountains and Rivers covered the entire city that day; it was impossible not to see it.

He glared at Li Mo and said fiercely:

"Is being number one in the Hidden Dragon competition really that impressive? What good is being impressive? In the Imperial Capital, what matters is status and background..."

"Godfather, what's wrong?"

Zhong Zhenyue carried a knocked-out servant through the door, and laughed:

"These wicked servants even claim to be from Minister Song's residence. How can I believe them? Minister Song is in charge of the Great Yu's etiquette and laws. Would he come here to wash his feet? Is that proper...? Oh dear?"

He looked at Young Master Song in surprise and blurted out:

"Song Qian?"

"??"

Young Master Song shrank back and took two steps back.

Who will be a stumbling block when my journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step?

Xie Xuan also stepped in, spitting out the grass root in his mouth, like a wild dog about to go hunting.

"Okay, okay... let's go!"

Song Qian's expression changed.

Without saying a word, he pulled up his pants, walked past the group, and quickened his pace, as if a ghost were chasing him.

"Um?"

Looking at the other person's back, which seemed to wish their parents had given them two more legs, Li Mo was stunned.

No, he just thought the classic moment of showing off and being humiliated was about to begin.

I haven't even started, how did it end already?

"What's going on?" Li Mo looked at the two of them, puzzled.

Zhong Zhenyue scratched the back of his head. "Oh, I was just ignorant when I was little..."

As everyone knows, the Prince of Southern Pacification is the military god of the Southern Border, the only remaining divine general of the Great Yu Dynasty, who has always Guardian the border.

This resulted in Zhong Zhenyue lacking paternal love during his childhood, especially the kind of love that comes with a landslide...

In his childhood in the Imperial Capital, he was probably no less mischievous than Li Mo, the little devil of Qinghe Town, and Song Qian was one of his victims.

"He didn't pee as far as I did, so I tied him to a tree and bounced him around for half an hour. That's how he ended up like this. Sigh, I'm not some kind of monster, am I..."

"..."

No wonder Song Qian became Song Qian.

So the roots are with you.

"She must have been taught Confucian martial arts—'A gentleman uses words, not fists.'"

Xie Xuan then looked at Hua Nongying.

"Manager Hua, please get up."

Li Mo released the Taiyin Will Soul, releasing Hua Nongying from her shackles.

Is this what you call Confucian martial arts?

Seeing his strange expression, Xie Xuan said, "I've heard that Confucian scholars used to be full of martial spirit. Whenever they sat down to discuss the Dao, they would get angry and resort to fists when the reasoning failed."

Therefore, whenever Confucian scholars discuss the Way, their arguments are always incomplete or incomplete.

"Later, a Confucian quasi-sage at the peak of the Seventh Realm saw that this wouldn't work, so he created this method."

Li Mo: "..."

I wonder if that sage would jump out of his coffin in anger if he knew that the saying "a gentleman uses words, not fists" was being used like this by scholars.

"Thank you... sir."

Hua Nongying stood up, head bowed, her eyes darting around as she looked at Li Mo.

"No need to thank me, it's the shop rule. I would have done the same to anyone. We don't have a rule about kneeling down to people in our shop."

"Um."

The small flame that had just ignited in Hua Nongying's eyes was silently extinguished.

On the carriage, the servant driving couldn't help but ask:

"Young Master, are we just leaving like this?"

"What else? Stay there and get tied to a tree?"

Song Qian's face was extremely pale, and he was biting his teeth so hard they were about to bleed.

As the saying goes, those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose.

Zhong Zhenyue is undoubtedly a complete naive and impulsive young man.

As for Xie Xuan, let alone him. If Xie Xuan were allowed into the Eastern Palace, that scoundrel would dare to point his finger at the Crown Prince and argue with him.

These two incredibly hotheaded youngsters completely followed the lead of the Divine Hammer Little Overlord...

How lawless is Li Mo?

The head servant quickly replied, "Indeed, you are a precious jade, how can you collide with a piece of tile... It would be a loss, a complete waste."

"Um..."

"Hey, young master, why are you touching my butt? Young master?! This isn't right!"

The head servant turned around, his expression suddenly turning terrified.

But Song Qian, who had just managed to remain calm, was now looking over with bloodshot eyes and heavy breathing.

Products from the Blood Refinement Hall are guaranteed to be of the highest quality.

Well, putting aside the side effects.

The Eastern Palace.

A faint shadow came from the sky and flew into the cage; it turned out to be a grayish-white silver falcon.

The eunuch took the letter from under his feet, bowed his head, and delivered it into the palace.

Passing through the palace walls, one can see two people sitting in a small pavilion by the winding lake of the East Palace.

One is the Chu Song Queen, whose hair and headdress weighed about ten pounds, and whose appearance was as beautiful as a blooming peony.

Opposite her was her beloved eldest son, the future ruler of the Great Yu Dynasty, a warm and loving older brother...

"Yu'er, in the Heavenly Human City Realm, the one who ultimately rules over Celestial Person may not be the strongest."

"Otherwise, there would be no need to enter the Heavenly Human City; we could just let the Hidden Dragon Ranking take the Heavenly Human Divine Sword."

"He who can better control the destiny of heaven and earth will have the last laugh."

"A fish that has crossed the Dragon Gate is still a fish, but it is different from us standing on the shore."

Empress Chu Ge looked at the koi in the pond and said softly.

"Mother, I have not been negligent in my duties."

Jiang Yu's tone was devoid of emotion.

Queen Chu Ge was not surprised but delighted, and patted his hand with a smile.

The good thing about Yu'er is that...

He was more obedient than Jingtai.

It's also more like her.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

A palace maid delivered the letter that had just arrived.

"Sent by Nongying?" Empress Chu Ge twirled the letter, glancing at it. "The Hundred Flowers Festival... it's quite elaborate."

"Your Majesty, as the Empress Dowager, is the most suitable person to oversee this matter, but..."

Jiang Yu also read the letter:

Will the officials agree to this?

The civil and military officials remained conservative and, since the Hidden Dragon Assembly, no Hundred Flowers Assembly had ever been held.

"Then it will be a discussion between the officials and His Majesty. I won't do anything like abusing my power or interfering in politics. Yu'er... go to the Dragon-Raising Observatory tonight."

As she spoke, she stood up.

After getting into the sedan chair, he took out another letter from his sleeve.

She squinted at it and murmured:

"Ying Bing, a member of the Clear Abyss Purple Sun Prefecture, is seventeen years old."

"Suspected to have inherited the legacy of Great Shang dynasty, possessing..."

"A fragmented Heavenly Human City Realm?"