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

Well, I guess it’s useless to ask. Master has always been very reliable when it comes to being unreliable.

Li Mo looked at the stage, which was decorated with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes, and bursts of fairy music were heard.

Wanchun Court is a luxurious and extravagant place where nobles gather at the feet of the emperor. Now, with the music of Penglai Sect, it becomes even more intoxicating, and is coupled with the dance of Tu Yan and Hua Nongying of Hehuan Sect.

Well, the upper class is permeated with the lower class, and this tone is simply killing me.

But classmate Xiao Li yawned. It was only the first rehearsal and he had no interest in watching it. The image of Bingtuozi teaching him martial arts seriously popped up in his mind.

So although Li Mo was clearly not paying any attention to the show, his expression was still quite serious and immersed.

Soon, Song Baiyue and other officials from the Ministry of Rites arrived.

"Brother Li, who is this?"

Lord Song greeted him and then asked curiously.

He was a little surprised that the person sitting next to Li Mo was not Fairy Han.

"My Master."

"Oh, it's Master. I've heard so much about you."

Song Baiyue greeted politely.

Shang Wu yawned rudely.

Li Mo coughed lightly, drawing Lord Song's attention back to the stage. It was well known that his master had long harbored rebellious thoughts, often dreaming of him becoming the emperor, his master the emperor emeritus, and conferring the title of crown prince on Elder Han He.

Moreover, she is famous for her equality towards all beings except herself, the one who provides her with food and clothing.

If she hits me, I can just treat it as a dog bite.

"Ah, I'm confident in what Brother Li is doing."

Song Baiyue said with a smile: "Come, I'll toast you, brother."

As he spoke, he reached for the wine jug.

“Woohoo! woohoo…”

Song Baiyue: “?”

Where does the sound of a dog guarding its food come from?

Li Mo: “…”

Looking back, he saw the beautiful master baring her teeth, with an extremely ferocious expression, staring at Song Baiyue viciously.

How evil is it?

The colleagues and guards brought by Song Baiyue subconsciously took two steps back and protected the adults in front of them.

"Um, this is Mr. Song, the Minister of Revenue of Dayu, who is quite famous in the literary world."

Li Mo blinked, took out another pot of wine and said:

"Your Excellency is a scholar, and you can't drink much. It's not even enough to fill your teeth. Master, don't worry about this one or two cups..."

"Tsk, it seems so."

Shang Wu looked Lord Song up and down, reluctantly giving his beloved disciple some face.

"Hey--"

Song Baiyue dragged out the last syllable of his words, and stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open:

"What are you talking about? I can sing and compose hundreds of poems while drinking wine. When I was young, I was even known as a drunkard. Didn't I get you drunk last time, brother Li? You even praised me for my huge capacity. What are you talking about now? What the hell are you talking about?!"

Old Song hasn't had a drink since last time until today.

I was afraid that drinking would cause trouble at this critical juncture of the Hundred Flowers Festival, so I held it in for many days.

He was already intrigued by the music and dancing, and his colleagues always praised him for his good alcohol tolerance. Now, a woman was looking at him as if he was a fool.

Can Lord Song tolerate this?

Li Mo: “….”

He was a little reluctant to tell Lord Song that his last performance was all acting and there was no emotion, because he wanted to go home early and sleep with Bingtuozi.

Shang Wu waved her hand indifferently: "Please give my disciple some face and let you go today."

"Thanks... Hey, this is my lyrics?" Song Baiyue stood up quickly: "I'll let you go!"

"Then what do you want to do?" Shang Wu frowned.

"I want to compete with you. Whoever loses will be a dog." Lord Song rolled up his sleeves and had already fully mastered the first move of the Fighting King's Secret.

A black line appeared on Li Mo's forehead.

No, why bother competing with a dog to see who is more dog-like, Lord Song?

“Hehe….hahahahaha.”

Shang Wu's laughter gradually grew louder and louder, and her smile became more and more unbridled. She slapped the table:

"I'm going to give you a chance today. If you lose, you have to call me Master every time you see me!"

"What the hell? Isn't this a mess?"

Li Mo was a little messy.

He and Lord Song are brothers, so if Old Song loses, he will call his master "Grandpa".

Oh, yes, you can remove the if.

So what's going on? Master calls him his beloved disciple, and he calls Master his grandmother? They both drank his wine, so he's the one who's at a disadvantage, right?

"What do you mean?" Elder Han He was enjoying the fun.

"From now on, you have to call Master 'Grandma'." Li Mo said.

"Hey, hello??"

Elder Han He puffed his beard and glared, his voice drawn out: "Is there anything else I can do here?"

He is the oldest person at this table, with white hair and beard. Does that make him the one with the lowest seniority?

But who made him the prince?

Lord Song and his beautiful master competed in drinking.

Student Xiao Li is discussing seniority with Elder Han He.

Instead, the entire audience turned their attention to them. For a moment, no one was enjoying Baihua's stunning performance as they all went to watch their fun.

Baihua: “…”

They were in a mess in the sound of music, their minds full of questions like who they were, where they were, and what they were doing here. Why didn't they leave?

"puff...."

Upstairs, Ying Bing was leaning on the railing and looking down. Her eyes were sparkling and she couldn't help but smile.

It’s a pity that no one saw the smile of the first melting of ice and snow, otherwise all the flowers would be eclipsed and no one would look at them.

She wasn't trying to avoid the noise now, she just wanted to be by his side.

only....

Ying Bing raised his head.

Wanchun Courtyard is designed to be hollow, and if you look up from here, you can just see the moon at its zenith.

It’s almost midnight.

Today is the day to draw a new prize…a punishment.

When the bright moon reaches the center of the sky, the moon is at its peak.

Ying Bing walked back to the room, and the system also sent a prompt at the right time:

[Congratulations host, the next system ranking is coming soon, and the system has screened all penalties.]

"filter?"

Ying Bing leaned on the edge of the soft couch, her legs slightly raised under her skirt, like slender ivory pillars, shining brightly in the moonlight.

If you don't know what she is going through.

Perhaps because of the scenery of her bathing in the moonlight, she would regard the room as the magnificent Guanghan Palace.

She pinched the big-headed doll's head and pursed her lips when she thought of what was in his head.

So what else is there to filter?

[Last time, this system realized that some punishments no longer have any effect on the host, so some of the punishments you considered rewards have been eliminated.]

[Of course, I also kept some of it so you know it’s in Li Mo’s mind…]

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PS: I got up at 5 o'clock to write, I still kept my promise, please charge the power-3-