Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

Zhao Silang paused as he was about to touch the jade flower in her hair and replied, "Of course I care about my elder brother very much."

"Is it the respect for your brother, or the concern for your love rival?" Li Mo's light words suddenly caught Zhao Silang off guard.

He noticed that more and more people were looking at him, but Li Mo just stood there as if nothing had happened, so he put down his hand, turned around gently, and said, "Let's talk while we walk."

"Yes, Fourth Young Master." For some reason, this sentence caused Zhao Silang's eyes to darken slightly.

And Li Mo seemed as if he didn't see it.

Zhao Silang walked in front of Li Mo, shielding her from the passing crowd and looking after her from time to time. She glared at his tall and considerate back, with the curve of her mouth getting deeper and deeper... When Zhao Silang turned around, he happened to see her smile and said, "What are you laughing at..."

"I laughed. You are very considerate and gentle. I can't even imagine that you are the young master of the Zhao family."

"Oh... Zhao family... what do you think..."

"I dare not overstep my bounds."

"I allow you to say it."

Li Mo smiled and said, "You want me to talk here on the street?" Zhao Silang looked at the crowds of people who always cast their eyes at them and passed by them, so he curled his lips and said, "Follow me."

The two of them went up to the Moon-Watching Tower. An entire attic was booked by Zhao Silang. There was no one else there except Li Mo and him. The two of them sat and talked under the moonlight and candlelight on the exquisite and misty top floor. There were also exquisite snacks on the table.

It can be seen that Mr. Zhao is extremely attentive.

People may not be able to imagine that the young master of the Zhao family would go to such great lengths to please a woman, especially...

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two of them should be romantic, charming, and full of the ambiguity of love between a man and a woman... However, for some reason, perhaps because the wind on the top floor of Wangyue Tower was relatively cold, or perhaps because the night was too dark, there was no trace of tenderness or romance between the two of them, but rather a bit of coldness...

Such an atmosphere was extremely weird, but Li Mo seemed not to notice it. She looked at Zhao Silang with a smile, and Zhao Silang also looked at her calmly.

His gaze was somewhat deep and heavy. There was something hidden in the way he looked at her, but it was hard to tell. It was just that his eyes never blinked. Most people might feel uncomfortable being looked at like this, but Li Mo was calmly drinking tea slowly under his gaze.

"You are truly special."

Zhao Silang spoke first.

"Oh? How do you say that?"

"You keep calling me a slave. Your words and actions are in accordance with the standards of a subordinate, and no one can find fault with you. But your demeanor is..."

But she was like a person in a superior position. That kind of dominance that surpassed thousands of others seemed to be engraved in her bones. No matter how polite and humble her words and deeds were, they could not conceal her dominance.

For example, at this moment, she could drink her tea calmly under his gaze, and let him speak first to break the silence.

When two people are talking, it is the habit of the one in a higher position to let the one in a lower position speak first.

Li Moying's pointed jade fingers twisted the white jade cup, with a gentle and indifferent smile on her lips, and said: "Fourth Young Master, you are joking. I am of humble origin, with weak spiritual power, and am just a small outer disciple. How can I have the 'bearing' you are talking about? You are the one who is high above everyone else. Compared with you, I am just a speck of dust..."

Zhao Silang's gaze lingered on Li Mo's fingertips for a while. Those fingertips were breathtakingly beautiful, with a certain enchanting rhythm of the night, not to mention its owner. But at this moment, he allowed his heart to ripple layer by layer. He no longer controlled and stopped himself as he did in the past. Instead, he tasted the emotions that he had never experienced in a hundred years before slowly retracting his gaze.

Gently replied to her: "You are not dust, and you also have the opportunity to not be dust."

"You mean, to be your concubine?" Li Mo chuckled, and her laughter echoed in the attic, inexplicably carrying a hint of charm that moved people's hearts.

This laughter also made Zhao Silang, who was sitting opposite her, narrow his eyes slightly, as if he heard some irony in it.

It also made him a little unhappy.

He was rarely moved by emotions, and he was even less willing to be moved by a simple woman's laughter, so he said calmly: "You don't want to? You don't want to serve someone with your beauty?"

Li Mo looked at his cold eyes. Zhao Silang, who had just acted like a playboy and presented flowers to others, now looked serious and his aura became very strong, as if he had become a different person. She shook her head and said, "It's not impossible to use your beauty to please someone, but the price that Mr. Zhao Si can offer is absolutely impossible for me."

"Oh? Are you unwilling to be a concubine, or are you unwilling to end up in the Fourth Young Master's courtyard?" He narrowed his eyes and said, "Or do you think my eldest brother can offer a price that satisfies you?"

Li Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "Young Master? Rumor has it that he is not interested in women, and there has never been a woman in the house. Maybe, he likes men..."

Zhao Silang pursed his lips and said coldly, "Who told you that he likes men?"

Li Mo smiled: "Did I misunderstand?" The tone of her voice was slightly curled at the end of the words, containing a hint of teasing, like a spring of fine wine on the tip of a beautiful woman's tongue, intoxicating. Zhao Silang tightened his fingers slightly when he heard it, and he didn't know why he felt unhappy in his heart.

With just one simple sentence, she could stir people's hearts, as if all the men and women in the world were just playthings between her fingers.

He lowered his eyes and voice, and said, "No, he is not Long Yang."

"Well, I understand. The eldest son loves women."

This is true, but it sounds harsh.

He said, "What do you think of the eldest son? What kind of person is he?"

Li Mo was silent for a while, then replied, "I can only say that I prefer being in the small courtyard of the Fourth Young Master's house to being in the First Young Master's house."

"Oh? Why?"

Of course it was because Zhao Qingren's place made people walk on thin ice and had to be on guard against crises everywhere, which was not as simple as Zhao Silang's.

Li Mo did not answer like that, but said to him: "Fourth Master, are you interested in listening to a story?"

"……it is good."

"Once upon a time, there was a kind man in a small village. Everyone said he was gentle and kind. Everyone liked him and could not find any faults with him." Li Mo said slowly: "There were girls in the village who liked him, but he never got married. No one approached him. He looked perfect but also very lonely..."

The man's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this.

Loneliness...

"And a little girl who liked that man was really curious, so she secretly came to his yard at night. She knew that after the man studied and farmed, he would stay in his small house all night without coming out. At that time, she thought that a perfect man must have some secrets to be more charming, but she didn't know that the more perfect a person is, the more dangerous he is...

She secretly saw the man's behavior at night, and it turned out that the reason why he did not go out at night was that he was carefully taking care of a pot of white jade lotus every night.

"lotus?"

"Yes." Li Mo smiled, staring at Zhao Silang's face, as if she could see through his skin and flesh and see what was hidden deep in his bones.