I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

When Li Mu returned to Linglong Waterside Pavilion, it was already dark.

Just as Eunuch Deng had said before, the emperor had indeed made clear arrangements for him.

The mansion has everything from guards to maids and servants.

Of course, Li Mu accepted such a favor with peace of mind.

At night, Li Mu pondered "Self-Restraint" in the yard for a while and then returned to his room.

Xiao Zhao, who had made the bed for him, was about to leave.

He was stopped by Li Mu and carried back to the couch.

"Son!"

Xiao Zhao's face turned red, and her legs flapped in the air, so much so that one of her embroidered shoes flew away.

"Where do you want to go, little girl, if you don't warm my bed?"

Li Mu pecked Xiao Zhao's pink lips lightly and spoke teasingly.

"Sir, the princess has instructed us not to do this, we can't do this."

Xiao Zhao's voice was soft. As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that Li Mu's hand was already wandering around her waist.

Biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, she said hesitantly, "Sir, if, if, Xiao Zhao can serve you like she did in the carriage."

Li Mu stopped what he was doing, slowly stood up, and looked at Xiao Zhao with interest.

Xiao Zhao couldn't stand the fiery gaze and lowered her head, not daring to look at Li Mu.

It was unknown when Li Mu untied the belt around his waist.

The collar of his clothes was disheveled, revealing half of his collarbone.

Xiao Zhao's big eyes rolled back and forth, and then he pulled his clothes down to his waist.

Then she slowly raised her jade hand and pinched the pink rope around her neck.

At this time, Li Mu grabbed Xiao Zhao's arm, stopped her movements, and said with a smile:

"Xiao Zhao, are you thinking about love?"

Xiao Zhao looked up at Li Mu with affection in her eyes, her voice soft and tender:

"Xiao Zhao only wants you to be happy, and will only think about you."

Li Mu's hand slid across Xiao Zhao's shoulders and pressed behind her head.

Then he leaned down and kissed her cherry lips.

The subtle fragrance between the girl's lips and teeth slowly crept onto Li Mu's taste buds.

The moonlight outside is alluring, and the candlelight inside is flickering.

The two people's charming reflections were reflected on the wall, flickering.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Xiao Zhao opened his eyes dazedly and murmured:

"Sir, that won't work. When you are well again, Xiao Zhao will obey you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Zhao was stunned.

He suddenly realized that his clothes were still neatly dressed and looked at Li Mu in confusion.

Li Mu was also extremely depressed at this time. He originally just wanted to tease the girl, but Xiao Zhao's actions almost made him lose his mind.

But he still knew the importance of things.

He raised his hand and tapped Xiao Zhao's forehead, and told the evildoer first:

"Little girl, you want to kill me."

"It's obviously the young master who went first, first..."

Xiao Zhao pouted slightly, and her voice was soft, gentle and seductive.

Li Mu was really unable to resist, so he changed the subject and asked:

"Xiao Zhao, do you want to practice internal martial arts?"

Xiao Zhao was stunned for a moment, then nodded, then shook his head and said hurriedly:

"Sir, Xiao Zhao is not good enough. The inner family cultivation focuses on accumulation. Xiao Zhao is too old. Moreover, the inner family's skills are extremely precious. Xiao Zhao is just a little maid..."

As he spoke, he gradually lowered his head and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Li Mu raised his eyebrows and thought,

"How old are you? If you were in the world before I traveled through time, you would be taller now..."

Li Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly coughed twice and pretended to be angry:

"Why, is it shameful to be this young master's maid?"

"No, no, Xiao Zhao didn't mean that."

Xiao Zhao knew that Li Mu was teasing her, but she still quickly explained.

He moved closer to Li Mu, rested his head on his shoulder, and muttered softly:

"Being the young master's maid is the happiest thing for Xiao Zhao."

For some reason, Li Mu felt a little guilty.

He stretched out his hand to straighten Xiao Zhao's body and said sternly:

"Then listen carefully. How do you usually choose internal martial arts techniques? Or what do you want to learn?"

After saying this, he stared at Xiao Zhao, and seeing that she looked embarrassed, he deliberately said fiercely:

"Don't refuse, this is an order!"

Xiao Zhao pursed her lips and nodded gently, her eyes full of happiness. She stared at Li Mu with her autumn-water eyes and said softly:

"Xiao Zhao always listens to you, Master. Whatever you tell me to learn, Xiao Zhao will learn it."

Li Mu was reviewing the internal skills he knew in his mind.

"The Art of Hiding the Blade? No way!"

"Qian Yuan Liu Wu... No, no."

"'Self-control' is definitely not an option, 'Mind-guarding' is okay, but it's just a light-hearted skill, it's hard to cultivate to a high level."

Li Mu suddenly realized that although he knew a lot, he could not show anything.

He immediately thought of the book "The Regrets of the Kang Long" that Li Ling'er had taken great pains to find for him, which turned out to be just something that the Mohist's entry-level disciples learn.

"If I bring back a Sutra Pavilion to Prince Yan's Mansion and fill it with martial arts techniques, Ling'er will be happy, right?"

Hearing Li Mu's words, Xiao Zhao burst out laughing and said softly:

"Of course. If the young master was a stranger, Miss Third would probably pledge herself to him."

"How can that be done!"

Li Mu frowned slightly and blurted out.

In his heart, he was thinking, "He's willing to marry me for some broken martial arts manuals? How did the King of Yan raise his daughter? A daughter should be raised in luxury!"

He immediately realized that the Prince Yan's Mansion was indeed very poor in terms of martial arts skills.

"Xiao Zhao is just saying if, Miss Three is really pitiful."

"Where's the pity?"

Li Mu was a little surprised and asked in confusion.

Xiao Zhao blinked her big eyes, then shrank her neck slightly and said with a sweet smile:

"Of course it's pitiful that I can't be with you, young master."

"You are so brave, little girl, you even dare to tease your princess."

"No, no, Master, Xiao Zhao is ticklish. Master, you are going to teach Xiao Zhao the method of inner cultivation."

Xiao Zhao threw herself into Li Mu's arms, held down Li Mu's evil hand tightly, and begged for mercy breathlessly.

"I will first teach you a set of Mohist Qinggong techniques. Go get some brush and ink."

Li Mu had no other choice, so he decided to teach "Guarding the Heart" to Xiao Zhao first, and then learn other things when he had better ones in the future.

This was not a whim of Li Mu, but another plan he was preparing.

If the hidden danger of "The Art of Hidden Sharpness" cannot be eliminated, he will not be able to practice other internal skills.

The best way is to raise the fighting power of the people around you, at worst you can just eat for free.

If it can be solved, then we should encourage the people around us to practice Qi.

As long as Li Mu works harder at night, he will be able to rule the Xing Dynasty sooner or later.

All this is thanks to the inspiration given to her by Zhang Hanrui.

According to Zhang Hanrui, if it weren’t for the unique skills that Li Mu practiced, and the two of them practicing day and night.

It would probably take Zhang Hanrui at least thirty years to move from the peak of the second level to the first level.

But when I was with Li Mu, it should have been only about thirty times.

Calculated at one hour at a time, if Li Mu works hard, he can become the best in the world in three days from a peak level two player.

However, Xiao Zhao had not returned yet, and Su Yuwei pushed open Li Mu's door first.

"I heard from Xiao Zhao that your husband wants to teach her the inner family's mental skills?"

Li Mu glanced at Su Yuwei and said sarcastically:

"You still know that I am your husband, but you never come to pay your respects to me."

Su Yuwei burst out laughing, walked to the soft couch with lotus steps, and said leisurely:

"Okay, it's my fault. Can I warm your bed tonight?"

Li Mu waved his hands, begging for mercy, but in his mind he was planning,

"Maybe tomorrow, I should really go to the Ruoshui Hall first."

He couldn't stand this kind of clock-ringing day for even a moment.