Competing with a Dog at Being a Dog, and the Lewd Thoughts in Little Li's Head

Well, I guess it's pointless to ask. When it comes to being unreliable, Master has always been consistently reliable.

Li Mo looked at the stage, where dragons and phoenixes were carved and painted, and melodious music was playing.

Wanchunting was already a luxurious den of extravagance under the emperor's nose, a gathering place for nobles. Now, with the music of the Penglai Sect, it became even more intoxicating, especially when combined with the dance of Tu Yan and Hua Nongying from the Joyous Union Sect.

It's like vulgarity permeating high society; this kind of tone is absolutely infuriating.

But Little Li yawned. He had only rehearsed the first program, and he had already lost interest in watching it. The image of Ice Block earnestly teaching him martial arts flashed into his mind.

So even though Li Mo clearly wasn't focused on the show, her expression was still quite serious and absorbed.

Before long, Song Baiyue and other officials from the Ministry of Rites arrived.

"Brother Li, who is this?"

Lord Song greeted him and then asked him curiously.

He was somewhat surprised that the person sitting next to Li Mo wasn't Cold Fairy.

"My master."

"Oh, so it's Master! I've heard so much about you!"

Song Baiyue greeted him politely.

Shang Wu yawned rudely.

Li Mo coughed lightly, drawing Lord Song's attention back to the stage. As everyone knows, Master has long harbored rebellious intentions, often thinking that if he becomes the emperor, Master will become the retired emperor, and Elder Han He will be made the crown prince.

Moreover, aside from her benefactors, she was known for treating all beings equally.

If she beats you up, you can only treat it as being bitten by a dog.

"Ah, I have complete confidence in Brother Li's work."

Song Baiyue said with a smile, "Come on, let me toast you, brother."

As he spoke, he reached for the wine jug.

"Whoosh, lulluru..."

Song Baiyue: "?"

Where did that dog's noise of guarding its food come from?

Li Mo: "..."

Looking back, he saw his beautiful master baring her teeth, her expression extremely fierce, staring menacingly at Song Baiyue.

How vicious and ruthless are they?

Song Baiyue's colleagues and guards instinctively took two steps back, shielding their lord in front of them.

"Um, this is Lord Song, the Minister of Revenue of the Great Yu Dynasty, who is quite renowned in literary circles."

Li Mo blinked, then took out another flask of wine and said:

"Sir, you're a scholar, you can't drink much, it's barely enough to fill a tooth gap for you, Master, you don't need to worry about a cup or two..."

"Tsk, it does look good."

Shang Wu sized up Lord Song, reluctantly giving her precious apprentice some face.

"Hey--"

Song Baiyue drew out the last syllable of his sentence, then suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open:

"What nonsense! I, your humble servant, can enjoy the elegant company of drinking games and compose hundreds of poems. In my youth, I was even known as a 'drunkard.' Didn't Brother Li get drunk on me last time? He even praised my capacity for alcohol. What are you saying now?!"

Old Song hasn't drunk any alcohol since the last time.

Because he was afraid of making a mistake by drinking at such a crucial time as the Hundred Flowers Festival, he held back for many days.

He was already intrigued, with music and dance playing, and his colleagues always praised his drinking capacity. Now, he was being looked at by a woman with the eyes of someone looking at a jerk.

How could Lord Song tolerate this?

Li Mo: "..."

He was a little reluctant to tell Lord Song that his performance last time was all acting and lacked emotion, because he wanted to go home early and sleep with Ice Block.

Shang Wu waved her hand dismissively. "Give my apprentice some face, I'll let you off the hook today."

"Thanks... Hey, these are my lyrics?" Song Baiyue stood up abruptly. "I'd rather let you off the hook!"

"Then what do you plan to do?" Shang Wu frowned.

"I, this lord, will have a contest with you. Whoever loses is a dog." Lord Song rolled up his sleeves, already completely falling for the King of Brawling of Fighters' ultimate technique.

Annoyance creased Li Mo's forehead.

No, why bother comparing yourself to a dog to see who's more of a dog, Lord Song?

"Hehe... haha."

Shang Wu's laughter gradually grew louder, her smile becoming increasingly unrestrained. She slammed her hand on the table:

"I'm giving you a chance today. Lose! If you lose, you'll have to call me 'Master' whenever you see me!"

"What the hell? This is complete chaos!"

Li Mo was a little confused.

He and Lord Song were like brothers, and if Old Song lost, he would call his master "Master".

Oh, right, we can remove the "if".

So how should we address each other from now on? His master calls him his precious disciple, while he calls his master "great-grandmother"? And they're even drinking his wine. So he's the one who's at a disadvantage, right?

"What do you mean?" Elder Han He asked, never one to miss a good show.

"From now on, you'll have to call your master 'Great-Grandma,'" Li Mo said.

"Oh my god??"

Elder Han He puffed out his beard and glared, his voice drawn out. "Is there any part of this involving me?"

He was the oldest person at the table, with white hair and a long beard; was he the lowest in terms of seniority?

But what can you do when he's the crown prince?

Lord Song and his beautiful master had a drinking contest.

Little Li is discussing seniority with Elder Han He.

All eyes turned to them, and for a moment, no one appreciated the exquisite performances; everyone was watching their spectacle.

Baihua: "..."

They were bewildered by the music, their minds filled with questions like, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?" Should they leave?

"Puff..."

Upstairs, Ying Bing, leaning on the railing and looking down, couldn't help but smile, her eyes sparkling.

It's a pity that no one saw this smile as the ice and snow began to melt; otherwise, all the flowers would have paled in comparison, and no one would have noticed them either.

She wasn't intentionally avoiding noise; she just wanted to be by his side.

Only...

Ying Bing raised her head.

Wanchunting is an open-air design, and looking up from here, you can see the moon high in the sky.

It's almost midnight.

Today is the day to draw a new prize... and then it's time for punishment.

When the bright moon reaches the center of the sky, it is the time when the Taiyin is at its most luminous.

Ying Bing returned to her room, and the system promptly issued a notification:

[Congratulations, host. The next system ranking is approaching, and the system has already filtered out all penalties.]

"Filter?"

Ying Bing leaned against the soft couch, her legs slightly raised beneath her skirt, like slender ivory pillars, glistening and shining in the moonlight.

If you don't know what she's going through.

Perhaps it's because of the moonlit scenery that she sees her room as a magnificent, otherworldly palace.

She pinched the Big-Headed Doll's head, and pursed her lips as she thought about what was inside it.

What else is there to filter?

[The system previously realized that some punishments were no longer effective for the host, so some punishments that you used as rewards have been removed.]

[Of course, a portion was also preserved, so you would know that it was from Li Mo's mind...]