At an estate outside Chang'an!
Qing Mo, dressed in a long robe painted like an ink-wash landscape, stood outside a vast cotton field ready for harvest, his hands clasped behind his back as the breeze stirred the ink-black hair cascading down his back!
"Teacher!"
"Teacher!"
"Imperial Preceptor! We're here!"
"Imperial Preceptor! You had someone summon us here so suddenly. What's the urgent matter?"
Not far from the cotton field, Li Chengqian, Li Tai, Li Ke, Zhangsun Chong, Cheng Chumo, Fang Yizhi, Du He, and Wei Yushu were striding toward them!
"I called you here to work—and, while we're at it, to give you another chance to leave your names in history!"
Hearing Yuchi Baolin's booming voice, Qing Mo lightly turned his head and cast him a faintly exasperated glance!
The instant they heard they could leave their names in history again, Li Chengqian and the other young men's eyes lit up, their faces immediately brimming with excitement and anticipation!
"Teacher! Just tell us—what work do you need us to do?"
"That's right, Imperial Preceptor. Just give the order. We love working!"
"Same here! If I don't work for a day, my whole body feels wrong!"
"Hehe! Imperial Preceptor, you're the best! Whenever there's something good, you always think of us lads!"
As they hurried up before Qing Mo, Li Chengqian and the others looked as though they had been pumped full of chicken blood. Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought they had taken stimulants!
"Do you see this cotton?"
"Go! Pick every last bit of it!"
In response to Li Chengqian and the others' questions, Qing Mo raised a hand and pointed at the cotton field before them!
The expanses of snow-white cotton in the field resembled winter snow, glowing softly beneath the sunlight in a rather pleasing