Genshin Impact: Emperor

The meeting hall of the Hall of Rebirth.

The woman who hurried in through the gate knelt down and cried, her trembling voice was full of sorrow.

Several funeral parlors rushed up to help.

The No. 70 sixth-generation master of the Hall of Rebirth, that is, Hu Tao's father, is sitting solemnly in the grand master's chair in the middle of the hall, staring silently at the woman with his usual compassionate eyes.

When the woman finally managed to deal with her sad expression, she confides to Hu Tao's father with tears in her voice:

"It's been a hundred days since my lord passed away, but yesterday he sent me a dream in the night of the dead. When I woke up in the morning, I felt like I had a big dream."

"But the breath of the father at home has become deeper and more obvious since the nightmare last night."

"May I ask the hall master, what should I do?"

"Your situation, I already know."

After listening to the woman's cry, Hu Tao's father pondered for a long time, and the heavy voice resounded like a bell in the hall.

"May I ask what kind of business did your father do during his lifetime?"

"My family has been a lantern maker for generations, and I make a living by making lanterns every year during the Sea Lantern Festival."

"Is that so..."

He stood up and gently lifted the woman who was still kneeling on the ground. Hu Tao's father remained serious, but his voice became extremely soft.

"Since your family is in the lantern business, why not take two lanterns made by your father as a token?"

"it is good."

Hearing the hall master's promise, the woman thanked again in a hurry, and then hurried out the door.

Looking at the back of the woman running away, Hu Tao's father's expression darkened.

He waved his hand to signal Yibo around him to get ready, straightened his brown dress, then walked behind him, and picked up the white flag.

There are densely packed black characters, and those cloth strips flying in the air.

This flag is clearly a banner of summoning souls.

"Let's go, everyone. It's time to go to Wuwangpo."

The complexion of Hu Tao's father was as gloomy as the plaque hanging high on the banner of calling for souls.

And on the plaque was written in strong black characters one by one

Orderly Yin and Yang

In a dark corner at the side, a small figure was hiding there, and no one had noticed.

Hu Tao's curious plum-colored eyes had already seen everything in the hall just now.

She took off her Qiankun Taigua hat thoughtfully, and took off the bright red plum branch with her little hand.

The same bright red eyes stared at the bright red plum blossoms, and there seemed to be a faint happy smile on Xiao Hutao's face.

? ? ?

Zhong Li stood not far from her as usual, watching her every move.

Looking at the branch of red plum in Hu Tao's hand, Zhong Li immediately understood that the young girl wanted to use that branch of plum blossom as a so-called token to attract her mother.

"Mr. Zhongli."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind Zhong Li.

Zhong Li looked back and saw that he was an octogenarian.

It was Hu Tao's grandfather, the acting master of the Hall of Rebirth.

The worry hidden deep in the old man's eyes could not be concealed, Zhong Li already understood his purpose of coming.

"Little Walnut, she really still misses her mother."

"Then let her go to that place with the hall master."

The old man's speech caught Zhong Li by surprise.

"Do you mean Wuwangpo?"

"々' That's right."

After all, the old man turned his back, and the sadness in his stooped back and dim eyes did not decrease but increased.

"Alas. This day will come sooner or later."

"Although I know it's cruel."

"But life and death are things that every head of our Hu family must understand."

"Don't be afraid, don't shrink back, don't be sad because of it."

"This is what I want Hu Tao to learn. It is also what she must know as the hall master in the future.

Zhong Li silently nodded.

"I understand."

As if even he felt that what he said was too cruel, the old man shook his head painfully while keeping silent.

His gray hair was accompanied by a long dragon beard, fluttering palely in the air.

"Mr. Zhongli, please excuse me."

"Send off her mother with a walnut."

It's past noon.

——A long and pale team, as pale as that of the Di Hua, walked neatly through the streets and alleys of Liyue.

The hall officials who used to wear brown dresses are now wearing white clothes, it is said that it is for the convenience of summoning souls.

The woman who came to the hall earlier was holding a dim night lantern in her hand, and she was also wearing gray and white, crying and walking at the front of the line.

And the hall master (Qian Wang's), Hu Tao's father, is still wearing the simple and quiet brown dress at this moment, which seems out of place with the whole team.He held the wooden handle tightly in his hand, holding the tragic face

A white spirit-calling flag.The tassels at the end of the flag are like fluttering Di flowers, in this cold air

!one!

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There was no trace of confusion or sorrow on his face, but his usual seriousness and calmness.

Pedestrians passing by and idlers on the side of the road, seeing this long white dragon, are afraid to avoid it and dodge it.

Everyone in the Hall of Resurrection took heavy steps, moving in an orderly manner in a certain direction.

Not far from the white crowd, two figures followed them slowly and carefully.

"Zhongli, don't we have to study poetry today?"

Looking at Zhongli who was holding her hand in a strange way, although Hu Tao felt a little happy about not having to go to class, it was still difficult to conceal the uneasiness that came from nowhere.

"For you, this time is also a study, a study that is more important than anything else."

After the short words fell, Zhong Li stopped talking, but quietly took Hu Tao's hand, and walked forward step by step, closely following those white figures. ?

Chapter 15 photo camera

"You two don't have to be so stiff, just be casual and smile... By the way, that's it! It's great."

With the sound of "click", a white light flashed past, and the old gentleman Francis from Fontaine lifted the hood of the photo camera.

He raised his head, a smile was engraved on his wrinkled face, wisps of light blue smoke drifted out from the camera, flew higher and higher, and finally merged with the wind and submerged in the ocean of snowflakes.

Today is the last day of the year, December three 0

Zhong Li and Ning Guang were standing in front of the camera, behind them was the beautiful and magnificent Gao Tian, ​​and under the high sky were Liyue Harbor and Yunlaihai, which were full of people.

This is the open-air high platform of Qunyu Pavilion.

At this moment, the fine snow was flying, and the figures of the two were looming in the whiteness, like a couple of gods and gods without any smell of fireworks.

Their postures are a little stiff, although the relationship between Zhongli and Ningguang is not what it used to be, but they still feel a little shy in front of outsiders.

The bitter wind from the north crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and with the whispers of winter, it finally came to Liyue.The gentle wind suddenly became irritable, blowing his naked shoulders a little chilly.She shivered slightly.If it didn't end, she felt that she might catch a cold.

"860 will be over soon.

The warm and generous palms clung to her creamy skin, as if whispering in front of the bed.

Ning Guang raised his head, seeing Zhong Li looking at him affectionately.With a little effort, he took Ningguang into his arms.

The warm breath permeated along the powerful arms, and every movement of Zhongli was so calm, like a rock, irreversible.

Ning Guang's heart, which was blown into chaos by the north wind, instantly found support, and regained its vitality, beating rapidly in her chest, causing her body temperature to rise.

Liyue Tianquan, who has always been strong, is just like a glass lily in front of Zhongli quietly, waiting to bloom quietly in his arms.

The two stared affectionately, and blush appeared on Ningguang's face.

No matter how many times they looked at each other, she still couldn't understand Zhongli's deep gaze, those amber red phoenix pupils, beautifully inlaid with statues, soft with steel, at first glance, there was the majesty of a thousand-year-old emperor, and the second governor was like the sun and soft sun The confidante, but the three inspections return like a passerby wandering in the world.

As Zhongli's arm lightly embraced inward, the distance between them became closer and closer, and Ningguang could even smell the faint scent of osmanthus from his body, which made her a little crazy.

Afterwards, Zhong Li smiled slightly, looked at the nephrite jade in his arms, lowered his head naturally, and put his lips on the vermilion lips of the dace.

For a brief second or two, everything is like a slow motion, beautiful and picturesque.

The blushing was hard to suppress, and the brain went blank for a while.The eyelids of both of them trembled slightly.

"Okay, great! That's the effect!"

The old gentleman's voice sounded from behind the photo camera again, shouting excitedly like a priest announcing the marriage of the newlyweds.

He raised his head again and gave the two thumbs up.

As a member of the first Tivat Expo, the guests of the Francis Photo Camera Experience Hall are naturally in an endless stream, and Zhongli and Ningguang who are here this time are even more famous in Liyue, and they can take the opportunity to board Liyue The rumored Qunyu Pavilion is even more gratifying to him.

He lowered his body and took out a set of color photos from the printer port. Perhaps because of excitement, his hands trembled a little.

In the photo, Liyue's "Old God" and "New God" are cuddling intimately together, white as snow and firm as rock.Francis took a deep breath, feeling a sense of loss spontaneously.

"We at Fontaine have always been proud of our gorgeous clothes."

When he handed the photo to Zhongli, a hoarse voice sounded, and his mood seemed to stabilize a lot, "It wasn't until I came to Liyue for the first time that I realized that there is no distinction between high and low beauty.