Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

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There is no need to elaborate on what happened that night. Let's just say that the next morning, when the dawn was just breaking, the brother and sister had already gotten up early. After packing up their luggage, they boarded a carriage and prepared to embark on their journey back to the prosperous port in the Liyue region - Liyue Port.

Originally, Lin Huan was planning to return on horseback, but as soon as this idea came up, he was immediately severely rebuked by Rong Zhao. Rong Zhao said firmly that Lin Huan must not be allowed to return on horseback. Perhaps for safety reasons, or for some other reason, Rong Zhao acted like an elder brother and absolutely did not allow Lin Huan to choose this mode of transportation. Helplessly, Lin Huan could only obey the arrangement and gave up the idea of ​​riding a horse.

We started our journey in the early morning before the sun rose. We traveled all the way until we crossed the Tianheng Pass when the sun was setting. At this time, the view became wider. On the steep downhill road, we could clearly see the magnificent scene in the distance - the red high walls and vermilion tiles complemented each other, and the whole port city was brightly lit and magnificent.

Lin Huan got out of the carriage and sat gently on the side of the shaft, quietly gazing at everything in front of her. The person next to her had a good understanding with her and slowly pulled the reins, gradually slowing down the horse's speed. The horse, which was originally galloping, now moved slowly, as if it was cooperating with its owner to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

"Rong Zhao, can you..." She turned her eyes slightly, slowly moving her gaze to the person next to her, revealing a hint of complicated emotions, "... accompany me to Yujingtai?"

Rong Zhao looked at her quietly, without blinking, but did not answer.

Lin Huan laughed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"I never thought of escaping. This matter still needs to be faced eventually. There is no need for others to pass on the message. It is better for me to tell him about my situation in person... No matter how he reacts, I am willing to accept it."

After saying these words, Lin Huan took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself. On the way here, she had already made full mental preparations for herself.

Hearing this, Rong Zhao nodded slightly to show that he understood, then gently pulled the reins and skillfully parked the carriage steadily on the side of the road. He got off the carriage quickly and stood side by side with Lin Huan. The two of them looked at each other, understood each other, and then took firm steps together and walked towards the direction of Yujingtai.

Along the way, they passed through the bustling streets, surrounded by crowds of people and traffic, it was so lively! However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with them. As the sun gradually set, they walked silently on the street, with their backs to the bustling crowd, step by step towards the highest point of Liyue Harbor - Yujing Terrace.

As the footsteps gradually climbed higher, the number of pedestrians on the road became increasingly scarce. When he reached the top, Lin Huan was surprised to find that the fairy A Ping, who usually sat under the big tree to enjoy the cool air, was nowhere to be seen. However, Lin Huan noticed that although Sister Ping was not there at the moment, the stone table had what she needed at the moment. Lin Huan smiled helplessly and walked to the table to pick up the incense and candles, but his steps did not stop.

Before long, she passed through the peaceful and beautiful garden and arrived in front of the majestic Yiyan Palace. It was after dinner time, and there were not many people coming to burn incense and pray for the emperor. Apart from some service personnel from the Yuehai Pavilion of the General Affairs Department, most of them were just people who took a walk after dinner.

Therefore, when Lin Huan resolutely walked towards the incense burner, he became the focus of everyone present, and seemed a little out of place. In the end, even Rong Zhao stopped just a few feet away from the incense burner and did not move forward any further.

Lin Huan stopped in front of the incense burner. The air seemed to be quiet at this moment. No one or anything outside could attract her attention. This was just the time or space for her to communicate with Mr. Zhongli alone. Although he was not here at the moment, she knew that he wanted to hear her say it in person, and he was listening quietly.

She carefully reached out her hand and slowly brought the incense stick closer to the flame, watching it gradually burn into an orange-red flame. As the fire grew stronger, a faint fragrance spread.

She took a deep breath, feeling the peace and tranquility that the fragrance brought to her heart. Then, she put her hands together, respectfully faced the majestic Yiyan Temple in front of her, and bowed three times devoutly. Each bow was filled with awe, as if she was talking to the gods.

After completing the ceremony, she did not straighten up immediately. According to etiquette, she remained bent over, closed her eyes, and began to silently recall every detail that had happened a few days ago. She organized her words and recited each and every thing that had happened to her a few days ago in her mind in detail and without omission, and told him about it.

When she could no longer think of anything else to say, Lin Huan slowly raised her body, stepped forward, and carefully inserted the incense sticks in her hand into the incense burner. But just as she inserted the incense sticks steadily into the incense burner and was about to let go, suddenly, a small ball of hot ash rolled down from the incense stick and landed squarely on the back of her hand that was about to be released. In an instant, a burning sensation came over her, and Lin Huan's body trembled involuntarily, but she still clenched her teeth, endured the pain, and did not let go of the hand holding the burning incense. Only after confirming that the three incense sticks were firmly upright in the incense burner did she gently and little by little withdraw her hand as if relieved of a heavy burden.