Genshin Impact: Emperor

The emperor was stunned and looked back.

A girl with a big sleeve asked him a question.

He shook his head wryly.Thousands of years have passed, she is no longer her, and she is no longer herself.

"Who are you?" the girl with the coat sleeves asked again.

"I am the Rock God, the Lord of a thousand peaks and ten thousand mountains."

"This world is locked, the proof of the contract between you and me."

The girl was inexplicable, watching him hand over the lock to her on his own.

This is yet another story. "

Liu Su woke up on the table and said with a smile: "The story of Emperor Yanwang ends here. If you find it interesting and worth listening to, please spend a little more. If you want to hear anything else, please also ask at the same time tomorrow. , come back to Heyu Teahouse, we will see you soon."

The tea guests all applauded and praised. Many people specially added some delicious snacks and tea products. If they couldn’t eat it, they simply packed a late-night snack and went home. It is said that at that time, the profit of Heyu Teahouse more than doubled within a few days. , Those who have never heard this storytelling, scrambled to squeeze into the teahouse, so that the teahouses were close to each other, and even stepped over a few thresholds.

"Interesting story! I love it! What else do I need this Mora for? Ten servings of the best tea in the teahouse! Haha."

Xing Qiu laughed loudly, and took out a heavy bag of Mora, which is roughly a million or so in terms of ten thousand per piece.

"Mr. Zhong Li, what do you think of this story? Liu Su's ability to write storytelling is getting more and more consummate, and he is indeed the most popular storyteller in Liyuegang. He speaks well, but it makes it difficult for people who don't know to tell the truth from the false."

"The story is a good story. Maybe, it can be true to five or six points."

Zhong Li looked up at the lonely moon in the sky, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, opened his mouth to speak, and when the words reached his mouth, only a sigh remained.

"I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine... It's a pity that the old man, when will we see you again?"

"Mr. Zhongli really thinks so.

Xingqiu really liked the story told by the storyteller just now. He closed his eyes and shook his head and reminisced about the story of the end of the god of dust and the god of rock. He only regarded Zhongli's sigh as a sigh of return.

"It's really a good story, and Paimon also wants to know what the next story is. It sounds like reincarnation."

Paimon stroked his bulging belly, squinting and smiling while burping.

Ying savored the parting story for a long time, and finally made up her mind to take out the package.

"Zhongli... This is what Captain Qin gave to you when I was about to leave."

Although she will never give it to Zhong Li for the rest of her life, Qin may not know about it, but...

She still chose to surrender.

"Oh? Qin..." Zhong Li reached out and took it.The package was very light, maybe it was just a piece of clothing, maybe it had been opened.

It was a letter, no, it should be said to be a letter from home, because Ying bit her lower lip and added: "" Qin said, this is a letter from home for you. "

And a scarf.

The color of the scarf matches his, the size and length are suitable, and it is soft against the skin. It is Liyue's style. It can be seen that the woman who knits the scarf is very skilled and must have worked hard.

"Have Ying opened it to see it?"

Zhong Li asked casually, Ying dodged his eyes, shook his head and said, "No, no."

Liyue had already entered autumn at this time, and the night was slightly cold, so Xingqiu helped Zhong Li wrap a scarf on the side.She nodded with satisfaction, and when she saw Ying's face, no matter how stupid she guessed something, she was amused.

Zhongli didn't care whether Ying had seen it or not. Since Qin was willing to let Ying send it out, it meant that he was mentally prepared.

People are curious, and naturally, he also has it. Zhong Li is also curious. What Qin can write, he will open it and read it.

Most of it is about condolences.

He's unreasonable, indeed.But what can be read between the lines can sometimes be more direct than face-to-face speech.

At least Zhongli suddenly understood something, he was wearing a scarf, and the letter to Wangjia wrote:

"々' Husband... Mr. Zhongli, it is golden autumn, the wind is cold and the air is cold, and the qin is hanging. I think that it should be the season of ginkgo gold in Liyuegang at this time, so I knitted this scarf to add some warmth to Mr. Zhongli, and also Please... accept it, it's okay not to wear it, but... Qin hopes that Mr. Zhongli can wear it.

Just put it on for me, okay?

Mr. Zhongli, I am now the Lion's Tooth Knight of Mond, and the acting head of the West Wind Knights. It all depends on your help, and Barbara...

Qin has some thoughts of Mr. Zhongli.

Just a little thought, really, just a little...

Suddenly, this is not my style.

Mr. Zhongli, I miss you.

After all, it's been almost ten years.

Last winter night, Da Xuemi (Li Nuohao) roamed the grasslands.There are no dandelions in winter, which makes me a little sad... When I looked in the direction of Liyue, I suddenly felt something. I walked in the night with candles, climbed the statue of the wind god, and watched the big oak tree turn white overnight, so I wrote the following poem.

It's not Mond's poems, Qin Yu has studied the Liyue culture well.

Do you ask me why I study?because…

Can't say La Village.

Qin's talent and learning are shallow, so he can only make works by everyone at the tomb. I hope Mr. Zhongli will not laugh at me. Well, I have decided to send Acacia as the topic.

It is said that it is poetry, but in fact it is better to say it as words, although words are also derived from poems...

The poem is as follows:

Puying, foggy, chrysanthemum, and dew, brocade curtains are cold, and geese go away.Youyue doesn't know the bitterness of renunciation, and the cold light reaches Xiaoying's family.

The night before the west wind, the white oak tree, alone on the divine sculpture, looked down on the Nantian Road.Hua Fei complained that the flowers could not be kept, and the candle fell and the candle only turned into fog.Mr. Zhongli... Please don't laugh at me...

I'm just thinking about it..."?

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Chapter 80 Poetry stacked out

"Good poem! Good poem!

Xing Qiu looked at the whole book with his eyes beside him, and when he saw it at the end, he couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

"Although it is a copy of a famous master's work, and it is only a boudoir poem, it is quite impressive that this Mond's poetess has such an insight.

In the poem, the exclusive scenes of Mond's dandelions, pinwheel chrysanthemums, thousand-year-old oak trees, and wind gods are written, and a vast and boundless panorama of Mond is fully revealed to the eyes of outsiders, which is refined and wonderful.Shang Que's anthropomorphic approach expresses one's heart directly, rendering the desolate and lonely atmosphere of the autumn night.

As for the Xia Que, the realm of the word "white" is completely out, which is really the finishing touch. At least I have to write it in autumn, which is absolutely impossible to write.Xing Qiu is not good at writing poetry, but if I want to appreciate it, I can say one or two. If it wasn't for the young lady in the letter, I really couldn't believe that the Monde people could have such an understanding of Li Yue's poetry. "

Ying rolled her eyes.

Dare you put it here for poetry appreciation?

I have some doubts in my heart. The seemingly obscure words in the poem actually all tell the feelings of the head of Qin, why does Xingqiu not talk about the feelings of the head of Qin, and only superficial?

Obviously, in the appreciation of poetry, it is the most important to express the author's emotions.

It was precisely because of the emotion in the poem that Ying understood that he was hesitant before, wondering if it should be handed over to Zhongli.

But when she was hesitating, the storyteller told the story of the return at the right time. She felt uneasy. When a woman fell into the whirlpool of love, she could not avoid being blind. After she woke up, she did not want to have such a thing as return It happened, so I decisively sent Qin's package.

Ying just wanted a fair competition, and it was not her style to use the despicable means of hiding.

But... even if it's so obvious, can Mr. Zhong Li really see the meaning of Qin?

She doesn't think so.Zhongli is a big rock.

She also has her own mind.

"Mr. Zhongli, can I take this poem to the poetry conference? Of course, I will sign Miss Qin's name."

"Okay, good poetry should be passed on."

Zhong Li recited silently several times, his golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded in agreement to the proposed Xing Qiu.

How could he not see the love and qin in the letters?Speaking of the letter to the family, recalling the previous contract with the Gunhilde family, he understood what Jean wanted to express.

He's not stupid. If he was, he would probably close his letters and ignore them.

Time urges people to grow old, and history grinds into Egypt.He has seen beautiful women turned into withered bones and weathered without leaving any traces.

But at this time, he wants to see off the body of the emperor and live in the world as a mortal. What if he loses some power, he doesn't care anymore, and he sees it lightly.

However, the first thing to do is to ensure that Liyue has the power to protect herself.

He carefully put away the letter, looked at Ying, nodded and said, "I already understand Qin's intentions."

If the ceremony of sending the immortal ceremony ends normally, and Liyue has no difficulty, it will be the gift of Heta.

"Mr. Zhongli... what do you understand?"

Ying blinked. Although she was 90.00% sure that Zhongli absolutely misunderstood Qin's intentions, she still asked a little uneasy.

Xing Qiu said with a smile: "I understand, what is there to be concerned about? Poetry is still important. Speaking of which, I would rather listen to Mr. Zhongli's poems, why not improvise the last one for me? Mr. Zhongli doesn't want to. I was compared by a mere woman, right?"

Looking at Xing Qiu's sly smile, Zhong Xin was amused, but how could she not understand her aggressive tactics, "It is said that women can hold up half the sky, and women don't allow men, Xing Qiu, if you say this, it may make Ying unhappy. "

"that is!"

"That's right! Young Master Xingqiu, Paimon is also a woman!"

With her hands on her hips, Ying glared at Xingqiu with her bun face puffed up, Paimon also stopped eating, puffing up her frog-like cheeks that kept chewing, and looked angrily at Xingqiu with her buns on her hips.

"Haha." Xing Qiu laughed, "Okay, it's my fault, but I don't think it's strange that Ying said this, Paimon, it's very strange for you to say it. Are you really a woman? Let me be nice. Observe and observe?"

Xing Qiu raised his eyebrows, smiled thiefly, and wanted to stretch out his hands towards Pai Meng, Pai Meng shouted "perverted" and shrank into Ying's arms.

"Want me to write poetry? That's fine too."

The family letter entrusted by Qin made him think, so he pondered secretly, picked up the teacup and wanted to take a sip, but it was already empty.Xing Qiu filled it up for him with eyesight, Zhong Li smiled and took a full drink.

road:

"Yes, it is similar to the dace, and it is also themed on Mond."

It's clearly based on the theme of resentment in the boudoir.

Hearing this, Yingxin breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, it seems that Mr. Zhongli really does not know the meaning of the poem by the head of Qin.

Zhong Li said: "Then let's write a poem, a modest word, only to amuse myself:

The westerly wind on the lake slants the sun, and the wind chrysanthemum falls to the red tassels.Puying is full of clumps of pearls and stamens, seabirds leave their nests with light wings, and they love each other year after year.

A freshly ripe fruit wine, and a harp to listen to.I want to talk to Zun before about the king's city, but my old friend is like Shuiping.The distance is as cold as stars. "