"Good! What a beautiful shot!"
"That could be called the aesthetics of violence!"
Watching Li Shimin create a miracle through sheer force and sink the final black ball into the pocket, Qing Mo, standing to one side, raised a hand and applauded softly!
But when Li Shimin heard the four words "aesthetics of violence," a smug expression surfaced on his face once more!
Seeing Li Shimin get smoother and smoother with each shot, having already won two rounds against him in a row, Li Yuan's expression immediately turned rather ugly!
That unfilial brat!
He had already yielded the throne to him, and now he still had to steal the limelight at billiards!
"Um, Teacher!"
"Do you have anything else fun? Billiards is nice and all, but A'weng is getting on in years. Standing for so long isn't good for his health!"
Seeing that Li Yuan looked somewhat unhappy, Li Chengqian hurriedly spoke up to change the subject!
Because he could already tell that his old man was getting more and more into the groove!
If they let him play a few more rounds, A'weng might just get utterly slaughtered by him!
Seeing that Li Chengqian still remembered to care about his health even while having fun to pass the time, Li Yuan was greatly comforted in his old age, his eyes brimming with kindness!
"Yes!"
"Let's switch to something we can play sitting down!"
Hearing Li Chengqian's question, Qing Mo casually waved a hand, and a square table appeared in the hall of Great Peace Palace. A set of wooden mahjong tiles sat atop it.
Seeing yet another new thing appear, Li Yuan handed the cue stick in his hand to Li Chengqian, then quickly walked over to the square table and picked up a wooden mahjong tile!
"Imperial Preceptor!