When Will the Moon Be Clear and Bright

Li Mo held Ying Bing's little hand and left the Fengyue Xiaozhu. Along the way, the guests were stunned when they saw them.

Taking such an otherworldly beauty like her to a brothel, you're really something, kid! You've got some nerve.

The casual guests in the lobby even wanted to pull their hands away from the girls and give Li Mo a thumbs - up.

The two of them headed back to the Buyun Tower, leaving not a trace behind.

Meanwhile, the small courtyard of Fengyue Xiaozhu fell into a deathly silence, and everyone's mind was in a complete mess.

Wasn't this a kind of act to disrupt the business?

A beauty like Hua Nongying could arouse a man's desires. Men would think, why isn't this kind of beauty mine?

But Ying Bing was different.

She was so exquisitely beautiful that one would feel unworthy just by taking an extra look at her. Dressed in men's clothing, she was peerlessly elegant with fair skin and delicate features. What was even more amazing was that she wore no makeup. She was like a lotus emerging from clear water, for any makeup on that face would be like adding superfluous feet to a snake.

As soon as Ying Bing appeared,

Hua Nongying... seemed to become ordinary in an instant.

Of course, this was just people's perception. After all, people's feelings mainly came from comparison. If you hadn't seen a woman for a long time, you might even think that Lan Tu was extremely beautiful.

"What on earth did 'the man with the wife - boosting fighting spirit' do to deserve her?"

"Damn it, guys. I don't think I'll have the interest to come to Fengyue Xiaozhu for fun in the near future."

"Now the top courtesan looks like a common woman with too much makeup..."

"Why would she follow a man to a brothel?"

"That Li guy is really hateful!"

The guests lost all their enthusiasm. They even thought that their previous act of spending money recklessly was really stupid. One by one, they got up and left without even bothering to find other girls.

Hua Nongying had been standing there with her mouth slightly open since then, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She had thought about it.

To make Li Mo fall for her, should she sacrifice a little bit of her beauty? As long as she didn't let him have her completely.

If this "Little Overbearing God - Hammer" really became the number one in Qianlong in the future and reached even greater heights, she wasn't opposed to becoming the wife of a powerful man.

In short, Li Mo made this "queen of hearts" think about settling down.

At the very least, she could get a complete poem from him and become famous through the ages.

She had calculated everything well, very clearly.

But she never expected that Ying Bing had been sitting beside Li Mo from the beginning to the end.

Even more unexpectedly,

with just one look from Ying Bing, her pride as a woman highly sought after by men and her self - perception of being a peerless beauty were shattered along with her calculations.

The sense of oppression was so strong that she didn't dare to act recklessly.

"He really wasn't playing hard - to - get."

"He really just looked down on me..."

Hua Nongying was in a daze, as if her heart had been broken. She even seemed to ignore the calls from her maids.

"....."

Xie Xuan was in an extremely complicated mood.

He felt a bit of pity, and suddenly he became a bit more sober. As the filter on Hua Nongying broke, he began to wonder if he really liked her.

There was a song that suited his state of mind very well.

'If one day love is no longer confusing, and I'm able to see all the right and wrong clearly.'

'Until that moment, you will no longer be glorified in my heart.'

'I won't worship you like a queen anymore~'

.....

Meanwhile, a bronze carriage left Fengyue Xiaozhu and headed towards the Buyun Tower.

All the way, it was still an unimaginable prosperity and an unparalleled extravagance.

Walking on the streets of the inner city, you could easily tell the difference between the people of the imperial capital, the outsiders, and the people from the outer city at a glance. Their dressing styles were like those three porcelain vases in the shape of blue - and - white porcelain, with a somewhat exaggerated and magnificent look.

But Li Mo looked at the magnificent scenery in front of him and no longer thought it was beautiful.

He had a strange feeling.

In his eyes, the imperial capital was like an apple that looked fresh and shiny on the outside but was rotten inside, and one could even smell the disgusting stench.

"It's more comfortable in the outer city," he said.

After returning to the Buyun Tower, Li Mo stretched his body.

"Little Ice Cube, tonight..."

"Sir Li, I'm tired today."

"..."

Li Mo was stunned. He found that the little hand he had been holding for a long time had slipped out of his palm. Ying Bing went back to her room alone and gave him a lingering look in the end.

Snap -

The door was slowly closed.

Sure enough, she's still...

Li Mo frowned and began to think about what had gone wrong. He recalled the moment when Ying Bing started to act a little strange, which seemed to be right after he wrote that poem...

"May I dance to the bright moon's light? How celestial could the heavens be?"

It just happened to contain the name of Hua Nongying...

"Li Mo, Li Mo," he said, pointing at himself, then went back to his room and released his lunar spirit.

Buzz -

A strange and supernatural wave connected to the moon.

The "Sharing the Moonlight" skill... was activated!

But just as the supernatural wave rose, it suddenly stopped, just like a video call being hung up.

"..."

Li Mo had no choice but to take out a pen and paper and start writing.

Although he now thought it was embarrassing to copy poems to show off, he had once enjoyed the thought of doing so.

He never expected it would be in such a situation...

...

In the room of the third - ranked latent dragon.

The rooms of the top three were located on the real top floor of the Buyun Tower, offering a completely different view. Staying here was like being in the clouds, facing the stars directly, and one could even reach out and pick the stars.

However, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, Ying Bing sitting on the couch had no intention of appreciating it.

Actually, she wasn't angry.

But when she saw Hua Nongying making eyes at Li Mo, a restlessness welled up in her heart, as if she was being roasted on a fire. And the more she was roasted, the colder she felt.

Especially when she heard that poem.

Could it be that Li Mo wrote that poem for Hua Nongying?

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

No matter how intelligent Ying Bing was, she was a novice in love. She found that she was acting a bit stupid and couldn't figure out such a question.

She also felt that she had become more fussy. In the past, she didn't care about anything except martial arts, but now she couldn't help but get stuck in a mental loop. The more she couldn't figure it out, the more she thought about it.

So, she "escaped" back to her room alone.

So, she didn't dare to respond to his "Sharing the Moonlight" skill...

Ying Bing took out some tea leaves and wanted to have a cup of tea to calm down.

But at this moment, she suddenly noticed that someone had slipped something through the closed door crack.

Ying Bing walked over warily and found...

It was a piece of paper.

Moreover, the handwriting on it was very familiar.

"Prelude to Water Melody: When Will There Be a Bright Moon?"

[Author: Someone You Don't Know]

"When will there be a bright moon? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I wonder what season it is in the celestial palace tonight."

"I long to ride the wind and fly home. Yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions on high Are far too cold for me. Dancing with my moon-lit shadow, How could this be as joyful as on earth?"

"The moon rounds the red mansion, Stoops to silk-pad doors, Shines upon the sleepless, Bearing no grudge. Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart? People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart. The moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane. This has been going on since the olden days. It is hard to have it all perfect."

"We wish each other a long life so as to share the beauty of this graceful moonlight, even though miles apart."

This is the complete version of the poem recited just now.

Its meaning isn't that hard to understand even in the vast expanse of the universe.

Moreover, it seems...

Rather fitting?

Shouldn't the bright moon hold no grudges against people? Otherwise, why is it so full right at this moment?

.........