A steady stream of supplies arrived from Tongtong General Store and were carried into Wanchun Courtyard by the workers. At the same time, the neighboring Fengyue Small Abode was also gradually becoming busy.
On one side were the top beauties on the Huabang list, singing and dancing like swallows and orioles; on the other side were the diligent female technicians.
It seemed that both sides were thriving.
The owners of the two stores were squatting at a tea stall across the street, drinking large bowls of tea. The main thing they wanted to avoid was any hint of love in this world, because all of it had been reserved for the Cold Fairy, who no longer existed in this world.
“Yi, I was just looking for you. Why are you here?”
Zhong Zhenyue squatted next to him with a list, and Xie Xuan came out as well, casually picking up a bowl of tea.
“To ensure the Huabang Grand Ceremony proceeds smoothly.”
Li Mo shook his head.
“Huh? What’s the logic behind that?” Zhong Zhenyue, straightforward as always, looked bewildered.
Xie Xuan smacked his lips, taking advantage of Zhong Zhenyue’s innocence: “Think about it, when Brother Li leaves, the girls call ‘brother’ and change clothes… They’re so preoccupied with being adored that they don’t have time for anything else.”
“Huh? Do they want to fight with Brother Li too?”
Zhong Zhenyue became even more puzzled.
His half-sister would call him ‘brother’ and then feed him or give him gifts.
Every time this happened, Zhong Zhenyue would become very cautious.
Because soon enough, Zhong Ling would suddenly get angry and challenge him to a duel, forbidding him from using his realm abilities, and then beat him up despite his expertise in battlefield martial arts.
In Zhong Zhenyue’s world, calling ‘brother’ meant a duel invitation.
“What does this have to do with fighting?” Li Mo saw the wisdom in Zhong Zhenyue’s eyes.
Not particularly intelligent wisdom.
“That’s probably how women express admiration, similar to calling someone ‘official’ or ‘lord.'”
When Xie Xuan mentioned this, he couldn’t help but chew on the bitter roots.
Whenever Hua Nongying mentioned Brother Li, she called him ‘Little Li Official’ or ‘Little Li Langjun.’
When washing his feet, her mouth was filled with another man’s name…
It hurt, too much. If it were him before, he might have shattered. But the old Xie Xuan was long dead…
“Admiration?”
Zhong Zhenyue waved his hands frantically: “That’s impossible, absolutely impossible. We’ve been fighting since we were kids.”
Li Mo sighed and asked him: “What was Zhong Ling like when you won against her before?”
“Proud and boastful, saying she was the boss.”
“And now?”
“She says she’ll never talk to me again… Sometimes she cries and says I’m heartless, and she’s not as strong as when we were younger…”
Zhong Zhenyue pondered.
“Does she cry when other women get close to you?”
“What does that have to do with her?”
“If other men approach her and like her, would you be angry?”
Little Li student posed a soul-searching question.
“!”
Zhong Zhenyue was struck as if by lightning, laughing awkwardly: “No, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. Yi, why are you joking? You’re killing me with laughter…”
Li Mo: “…”
Xie Xuan: “…”
At that moment, Huang Donglai walked over. He didn’t like staying in the teeming Wanchun Courtyard, filled with red-haired troublemakers.
Li Mo asked him: “Brother Huang, if someone got close to a woman around you, would you be angry?”
Huang Donglai looked wary: “Where would I find a woman?”
He turned to Xie Xuan: “If someone gets close to…”
Xie Xuan looked calm: “It happens every day. I’ve already let go; if she finds happiness, it’s a good story, although it doesn’t seem likely…”
“There, that’s a normal reaction.”
Li Mo pointed at Huang Donglai and Xie Xuan.
“!!!”
Zhong Zhenyue leaned back, struck by lightning!
At this point, even your straightforward guy should have had an epiphany, right?
Little Zhong fell into deep thought, the atmosphere becoming somber.
Li Mo cleared his throat and changed the subject:
“By the way, why don’t you go check out Wanchun Courtyard?”
“Now, Fengyue Small Abode is much more comfortable,” Xie Xuan looked at the two exquisite buildings.
“I feel the same.”
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Huang Donglai nodded: “Strangely, I always felt that beauty was a disaster, but after spending time in Fengyue Small Abode, I feel that the women there don’t make me feel threatened… Why is that?”
Ke Mo thought for a moment: “The women in Wanchun Courtyard are more business-oriented, while those in Fengyue Small Abode are more athletic.”
“???????”
The three of them didn’t understand, but it seemed profound.
After all, Ke Mo was the person closest to Miss Ying, so whatever he said must have some truth.
They must be too dull-witted to understand…
“Father, what should I do now?” Zhong Zhenyue asked with a complicated expression.
“I see Uncle Zhong isn’t opposed, and you’re interested in Zhong Ling. Why not try dating?”
“But how do you date?”
Zhong Zhenyue was at a loss, feeling this was harder than going to war.
Especially the unfamiliarity.
He left the capital and went to the imperial city during his youth, precisely when he was starting to develop feelings, but he was surrounded by rough soldiers, and he had no maidservants, only bodyguards.
“Ah, you’re asking the right person.”
Ke Mo held up three fingers seriously, looking authoritative.
When it came to giving advice on love, he always spoke eloquently.
He imparted everything he learned online in his past life!
“First, make her feel shy during dates…”
“Oh oh.”
The three listened intently. Zhong Zhenyue and Xie Xuan were genuinely preparing, while Huang Donglai took notes diligently, to prepare for unexpected situations.
In case someone liked him someday, he could avoid all the right answers!
“Ke, you’re insightful.”
“Heard your words, like hearing a lecture.”
Old Zhong, Old Xie, and Old Huang treasured his words.
Ke Mo smiled and waved his hand, but he was puzzled. Hadn’t he provided enough input?
Even a little feedback would be nice.
Is the system broken?
“So, you’re very experienced?”
“Not really…”
Ke Mo froze, turning around to see the familiar figure.
Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her cloud-like bun dyed with frost by snow-white hairpins, wearing a vermilion and ink-patterned phoenix-tail skirt, exuding a commanding aura amidst her elegance, her autumn-water eyes full of spirit.
Seeing Ke Mo squatting on the curb, drinking tea, she showed a faint smile.
Ice Chunk looked good in this outfit; burning the yellow robe would be a waste…
This was Little Ke’s first thought.
Looking at Zhong Zhenyue, Huang Donglai, and Xie Xuan, they stood straight and rigid, their eyes fixed forward, as if facing an inspection.
“So, are we meeting tonight? Then you want…”
Ying Bing smiled, examining Little Ke.
“To appreciate excellent works, I always remain devout before art!”
“…”
Ying Bing rolled her eyes lightly.
Was she a fool?
Or was the art Ke Mo referred to not animation but something else?
“Why did you come?”
“For the Hundred Yi Festival, I should come and take a look.”
Watching the two leave, Zhong Zhenyue, Huang Donglai, and Xie Xuan fell into thought. Did Ke’s method work?
Just as they were thinking about this problem,
Ying Bing turned around: “Zhong Zhenyue.”
“What is it, Mother?”
Old Zhong said ‘Mother’ with more confidence than ‘Father.’
“A person with a heart, heaven will not forsake. Just be yourself around Zhong Ling.”
As she spoke, Ying Bing glanced at Ke Mo holding her hand, softly saying:
“If she has you in her heart, she’ll like your silly self too.”
Ke Mo: “??”
Little Ke paused, feeling the words were directed at him.
