After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

The girl seemed a little out of tune with everyone else.

Ying Bing sat under the tree, her eyes clear and quiet, with a piece of letter in front of her, as if she was thinking about some extremely profound martial arts truth. Even Qiu Chan didn't dare to cry loudly beside her.

The sun is just right.

Through the gaps in the banyan tree, golden shadows of the trees were outlined on her sky-blue skirt.

The disciples from Jiancheng always looked at her with infinite awe when they saw her, as if they were looking at a fairy.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes moved slightly, and she took in the young man who walked out of the villa.

While he was still looking away, she lowered her eyes to look at the small notebook in front of her.

"Young Master Li."

"You're still practicing on Chuseok, that's too hard."

"Yes, this is a specialty of my Sword City. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Several people who knew him greeted Li Mo and gave him gifts.

Li Mo had already prepared the return gifts and took out a few boxes of mooncakes.

These were the mooncakes with human images that he had made before.

"Brother Li, why aren't there any mooncakes made by you?"

Bai Jinghong opened the mooncake box and found one for Tang Xiaobao, one for Ouyang, and one for Shang Wu...

But there is no one with Li Mo’s pattern.

"I do not have either."

"Me too."

"No? I made a lot of lotus seed mooncakes..."

Student Li touched the back of his head, but he was also confused. The more he touched his head, the more itchy it became.

Why so many lotus seed mooncakes?

How did you disappear?

A reasonable guess is that it might have been eaten by Senior Brother Ouyang, who often got up in the middle of the night to look for something to eat...

The sound was heard not far away.

Ying Bing lowered her eyes and gently rubbed the big-headed doll's head.

Her face was calm as she opened the letter again and picked up the brush with dried ink, but she still didn't know how to start writing.

"Sister Bing, what are you thinking about?"

A weak voice came.

When Ying Bing turned around, he saw Jiang Chulong standing there timidly.

"I'm thinking about... martial arts."

"Really?"

Jiang Chulong blinked her gray eyes. Although her voice was soft, one could see the doubt in her eyes through the cloth.

How could Sister Bing be so lost in martial arts for so long...

“…”

Ying Bing was lost in thought for a moment, suddenly not knowing how to face that clear gaze.

So she looked at the box in Jiang Chulong's hand:

"what is this?"

"A gift for Brother Li..."

"Gift...."

Seeing Jiang Chulong happily running to Li Mo, Ying Bing couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.

Chuseok...it seems like we need to prepare gifts.

Just let it be. Giving each other gifts on Mid-Autumn Festival is quite reasonable.

She doesn't even celebrate her own birthday, let alone holidays, but she has no habit of preparing gifts.

But what can we prepare in such a hurry?

It seems that no matter what he gave me, it pales in comparison to what he gave me...

not far away.

"Huh? Mooncakes with lotus seed paste filling? I don't know. I haven't eaten a single mooncake yet."

Faced with Xiao Li's question, Ouyang was confused.

"You didn't eat it?"

Li Mo was a little confused.

"I swear on my chastity, I've been thinking about updates every day lately. I haven't eaten in two days!"

“…”

Student Li looked at Brother Ouyang's ethereal face and felt that if the first half of his words were removed, they would still be quite convincing.

Li Mo asked curiously:

"You draw pretty fast, don't you? Have you been so busy lately?"

"It's mainly about filming, running around outside every day."

Ouyang shook his head and said, "One cannot draw something that one has not seen. These past few days I have been strolling outside, recording the scenery that is worth drawing."

"You run around outside every day and don't even have time to eat. Aren't you hungry?"

“I don’t feel hungry actually.”

Ouyang also found it strange.

"..."

Li Mo couldn't help but imagine that scene.

It’s Chuseok recently.

As we all know, the streets are very busy during such a grand festival, and Chuseok also means that lovers get together.

The streets were filled with a sour and stinky smell, and Senior Brother Ouyang went out like a fool.

It’s good enough that I didn’t die from eating too much.

"So where's the best view?"