“Dealing with young lords like this, you can’t confront them head-on; you need to tease them.”
“Tease?”
“Well, your gesture is a bit exaggerated. I’m not talking about physical actions. Haven’t you heard that the most fortunate women are those who know how to act coquettishly?”
At least having seen pigs in his past life, Little Li was quite adept at giving advice on this matter.
Zhong Ling was so impressed that she almost started calling him Master Li, thinking to herself that he was indeed a prodigy from the Qianlong List, well-traveled and knowledgeable.
Have you seen how the Cold Fairy looks at him?
If even someone as ethereal as her cannot be without him, there must be some authority to his presence.
“If you really don’t understand, just flip through this.”
“This isn’t just talk?”
“The recent updates on the He Huan Sect’s demoness have been quite something. I suspect Brother Ouyang has done some field research.”
“??”
…
Half an hour later, various skewers were laid out on the table.
At this time, the tavern had become lively again, as dinner had passed and it was now late-night snack time. Jia Wei Tavern was bustling once more, with stalls selling South Border specialties lining the street, emitting white smoke.
Li Mo brought out skewers and sauce.
This place was originally run by a retired sergeant, and on rest days, many familiar faces from the camp came, including their families, creating a vibe reminiscent of old soldiers’ barbecues.
“Young Lord, you’re eating here too?”
“Did you come alone? If you don’t mind, why not join us?”
“Tiger, call Young Lord brother.”
“Brother Hou, good.”
“?”
Zhong Zhenyue couldn’t bring himself to eat, feeling somewhat uneasy.
To be honest, he was envious, but thinking back to his experiences in Yunzhou, he couldn’t help but shiver.
“Where’s Sister Ling?” Zhong Zhenyue casually asked.
Li Mo placed the skewers on the grill and smiled mysteriously, “She said she needed to ask the boss for help to change clothes.”
“Change clothes?”
Zhong Zhenyue was taken aback.
Before he could finish speaking, the boss’s room suddenly opened. Zhong Ling, wearing silver ornaments and dressed in open-style South Border clothing, walked over gracefully.
Indeed, she looked quite alluring.
Tsk, I wonder what Ice Chunk would look like in this outfit.
Ice Chunk’s waist…
Li Mo turned his head, smiling, ready to see Zhong Zhenyue’s reaction.
“Bold demoness! How dare you come to the South Border to harm me!”
Zhong Zhenyue was full of caution, jumping up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, holding the lamb skewer in defense.
Li Mo: “…..”
I was bitten by a snake once.
But this situation was within Little Li’s expectations! (He saw it with his divine eyes), and he had warned Zhong Ling beforehand.
“You ate your own…”
“Sis, please don’t say any more…”
Zhong Zhenyue complied, and Zhong Ling smirked, sitting next to him. She glanced at the carefree Li Mo cooking skewers and felt a surge of courage, putting on a smile.
“Don’t call me sis today, it makes me feel old.”
“Come, have a skewer~”
“Little Flying Stick is here~”
Zhong Zhenyue was sweating profusely, his gaze imploring Li Mo: ‘Help me.’
Unfortunately, Li Mo, blinded by the smoke, didn’t notice.
Soon after, the huge tavern fell silent for a moment as Ice Chunk calmly emerged from the room and sat beside Li Mo, watching him cook skewers.
She glanced at the two people nearby, her expression peculiar.
“What’s wrong with them?”
“Should we consider they are… in love?”
“?”
Ying Bing’s cool gaze momentarily paused on Zhong Zhenyue and Zhong Ling. The smoke rising from the skewers made her seem even more ethereal. You tell me if that’s absurd or not.
She was momentarily lost in thought.
In love…?
Her life had mostly been filled with crises and unpredictable storms. She didn’t like to engage in intrigue, so she quietly shut herself away in the Moon Palace.
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Apart from occasionally feeling lonely, she had actually gotten used to it.
After reincarnating, starting with daily meals, then martial arts training, sleeping on the same bed, bathing in the same pool, even getting massages…
Ying Bing was somewhat bewildered. These things she never imagined doing before seemed to have happened.
Is this… considered being in love?
How should one go about falling in love?
Surely it can’t be like what he imagines…
Ying Bing felt she needed to learn more.
Yes… she needed to understand herself better, rather than blindly follow his ideas.
As she pondered, Li Mo’s skewers were perfectly cooked, fragrant and oozing oil.
Zhong Ling was determined, and after opening up, she completely let go of her reserve.
“Brother, try one~” Zhong Ling quickly picked up a skewer of grilled leeks.
“Pfft—cough cough!”
Zhong Zhenyue choked on the chili powder.
“…..”
Ying Bing frowned slightly.
Well, she was older than Li Mo, so calling him brother felt strange…
“emmmm”
Li Mo thought for a moment, realizing he had overlooked something.
They weren’t related, did Old Zhong know?
Just then.
Zhong Ling seemed to lose her composure, slamming her silver ornaments on the table and grabbing his neck.
“Stinky brat, don’t put on airs with me, eat this!”
“Okay sis, you… you’re choking me…”
Zhong Zhenyue complied.
Indeed, the mighty young eight-armed dragon, Young Lord Zhenyue, helplessly and pitifully started eating skewers.
“Pfft…”
Li Mo sighed, unable to hold back his laughter.
It was a negotiation failure leading to a direct assault. They hadn’t even finished half of their plan.
People around them couldn’t help but chuckle.
Zhong Zhenyue felt embarrassed, lowering his voice as Zhong Ling went to fetch wine.
“Brother Li, what’s wrong with her?”
“Old Zhong, aren’t you envious of your brothers having families?”
“Mmm.”
“Have you ever heard a poem: Many times seeking him in the crowd, suddenly turning my head, that person is right there under the dim light?”
Zhong Zhenyue fell into deep thought.
Ying Bing’s eyelashes trembled slightly, tilting her head to watch the earnest young man.
The tavern was bustling and noisy, the smell of barbecue permeating the air, yet in his heart, he became clearer, knowing exactly what expression he would have.
Zhong Zhenyue, half-understanding:
“Brother Li, what does it mean? Can you explain it more straightforwardly?”
“Suppose your own sister wasn’t your real sister…”
“?”
“Wouldn’t you still want to kiss her?”
“???”
Little Li Scholar felt he had tried his best.
Even if he lost, he was still an MVP!
Just as he was thinking, a skewer of roasted meat was handed to him. Little Li Scholar wondered if his hand had a mind of its own, but surely it wouldn’t feed itself? He looked up and found Ice Chunk looking down at him.
She held a skewer of grilled mushrooms.
“Eat.”
“Hmm?”
“Stinky brat, eat.”
…
PS: Ambush! Hey hey.
Little Pujie really didn’t go play with the black monkey. Was it fun?
