The arrival of Shi Yunrong surprised Li Xiuning.

She glanced at Yang Mo with a meaningful look, and then ordered: "Please go to the main hall to wait for tea."

Li Bai suddenly grunted, opened his eyes, and began to retching in his throat.

"I'll help him clean up first."

Yang Mo, who was carrying Li Bai, just smelled the stench on her body and smiled at Li Xiuning. Li Xiuning also responded with a smile: "Please give me your wish."

Back in his room, Ma Sanbao prepared hot water, stripped Li Bai all over, and then threw it directly into the big bucket.

"This kid's skin is really smooth."

Ma Sanbao's thick palms rubbed Li Bai's back, rubbing a handful of plaster, his face full of disgust: "Hey, it's so dirty..."

After rubbing, Li Bai became conscious in a daze and lay comfortably in the bucket and squinted his eyes.

"It's so dirty..." Ma Sanbao continued to dislike it and said, "But it feels so good to rub it."

After saying that, he walked out with a dirty bucket.

Yang Mo picked up the tea and took a sip, then walked towards Li Bai who was glaring, recalling Ma Sanbao's recounting what happened last night to him.

I thought about it for a long time, mainly thinking about what happened last night would have on myself?

Things have been done, and regretting it is useless.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw Li Bai lying beside the bucket and blinking at him.

"Brother Yang, have you come from another world too?"

Li Bai was straightforward and straightforward.

"Forehead..."

Yang Mo nodded: "Sorry, I copied a poem for you last night."

"My poem?" Li Bai was stunned and said, "You said that cloud wants clothes and flowers want to look like? Did I write it? Why don't I remember?"

"Are you really Li Bai?"

"Ah, yes..."

"When did you come to this world?"

"Two months ago, the day when the sky stone fell..."

"Oh, just like me..." Yang Mo asked again: "How old were you in another world before you came here?"

"At this age..." Li Bai immediately understood: "I wrote that poem later?"

He said again, looking at Yang Mo as if he had discovered a new continent: "Brother Yang is my future generation in that world?"

"right."

Facing Li Bai, who is also a time traveler and has a very good appetite from his temper, Yang Mo has no concealment.

"Then what happened to me later? Have you become the number one swordsman in the world?"

Li Bai was very excited, while Yang Mo looked at the poet fairy who was younger than him, thought about Li Bai's bumpy career in his previous life, and decided not to tell him.

"Anyway, I have come to this world, so what if I know? It's better not to know."

"Too..."

Li Bai, who probably guessed the result, nodded when he heard this, then turned around and sat in the bucket.

"By the way, I suggest that you don't say that you are from another world in the future."

Yang Mo thought for a long time and decided to keep a low profile for the sake of his and Li Bai's safety.

Although what happened last night should have reached the ears of many people, no one knows whether these people have any intentions or not.

"Why?"

"Because in this world, there are more than two of us travelers."

"ah?"

Li Bai's eyes widened, his face full of incredible feelings.

"Do you know Lai Junchen?"

"Um..."

"He was killed by me." Yang Mo felt that this kind of topic must be more serious when talking to Li Bai, a teenager in the rebellious period: "Just because he is a time traveler, I know his background, so when he threatens my safety, he can easily get rid of him."

“It’s true…”

Li Bai sat in the bucket and pushed the water with his hands.

"Li Bai, Song Zhiwen, do you know this person?"

Yang Mo suddenly thought of someone.

"Song Zhi asked?" Li Bai said ah: "But Song Yuezhou during the Yonglong period?"

Yang Mo didn't know much about the ancient times and titles, but when he heard that Li Bai knew the name, he understood it.

"Cui Hu, do you know this person?"

"have no idea..."

"I wrote about this door last year today, the peach blossoms in the faces of people and peach blossoms are red. I don't know where the people's faces go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

"Good poem! Good poem!" Li Bai praised repeatedly, but shook his head: "I haven't heard of this poem, written by Cui Hu?"

"Yes, but in this world it's Song Zhiwen."

"Song Zhiwen? The Song Yuezhou I know is indeed notorious for stealing poetry."

"Well? He also stole poetry in his previous life?"

Yang Mo was stunned, and he really didn't expect this.

"Yes, what I steal is Liu Xiyi's "The Sorrow of the White-Headed Man". One of the sentences is similar every year, but the people are different every year, which is really wonderful!"

So that's it... Yang Mo just understood why he always felt familiar when he heard Song Zhiwen.

"By the way, why did you kneel at her door in the morning?"

"she?"

Li Bai pointed to the east and scratched his head: "This is Princess Pingyang Zhao..."

He only felt his scalp numb, and when he remembered his behavior last night, Li Bai, who had always been brave and brave, was also scared.

"This morning I called out the posthumous title of His Royal Highness in his previous life in front of me. It's really a mistake to drink."

Compared to this, Yang Mo didn't care much. After all, I drank too much last night, so I could explain it by not waking up from a hangover.

What he cared about was Li Xiuning in the history of the world, who died very early.

"Why did Li Xiuning in our world die for what reason?"

"I don't know..." Li Bai shook his head and suddenly stared at Yang Mo: "Brother Yang, are you really being left by Pingyang Zhao...Princess Pingyang?"

"Yes..." He didn't want to explain his relationship with Li Xiuning.

"No wonder... I said why do you think your relationship with His Highness is not very good."

"Who said..." Yang Mo was about to refute, but thought about his recent self and her...

Just as he was thinking, Chunmei suddenly walked in: "Son-in-law, please...ah!"

Then he jumped out like a rabbit, and Li Bai stood up in wonder: "What's wrong, this is, I didn't hear anything I said."

He looked at himself: "She saw me all, but I didn't even call me. What's her name?"

Yang Mo looked at Li Bai in the bucket and swept up and down: "You wear my clothes first. I'll take you out to buy a piece later. Don't wear the clothes before, it's all smelly."

"Okay, Brother Yang!" Li Bai was very happy.

"Remember what I just told you."

Before leaving the door, Yang Mo turned around and reminded him.

Chunmei stood downstairs with a red face, and when she saw Yang Mo, she lowered her head and did not dare to speak.

"What did the lady tell me to do?"

Yang Mo skipped the question and asked.

The redness on Chunmei's face slowly dissipated: "Miss Shi wants to thank my aunt for giving me a poem in front of her."

"All right..."

There was indeed this custom in the Northern Sui Dynasty. Whether it was a girl in the teaching hall or a lady from a wealthy family, if a literati and a young man wrote a poem for her, he would be grateful.

Of course, the slightly different thing about the girls in the teaching hall and the ladies from the rich are that no matter how nonsense the poems written for her or how old the person who writes the poems is, they must personally thank them.

But the ladies of a noble family do not have this rule, they all rely on their own wishes.

Just like a good-looking hero saving beauty, a beauty has no way to repay her and can only meet her with her body.
To be continued...