After finishing explaining the matter of inviting the immortal to Ying at Beiguo Bank and waiting for the blond girl to take Paimon to Jueyunjian, Dadalia wandered towards Heyu Teahouse.
Things were progressing exactly as planned, and even paying for Zhongli wasn't that uncomfortable anymore.
Dadalia's footsteps moved briskly through the complex of carved and painted buildings, squeezed through the crowded market, and stepped onto the second floor of Heyu Tea House.
He immediately spotted Zhongli, who was drinking tea by himself by the window. There was no storyteller in Heyu Teahouse today. Instead, a theater troupe was invited to sing babblingly.
The young people of Zhidong Kingdom really don't know anything about Liyue opera culture, but as a person, they will feel that the girl wearing a hairpin in front of the dressing table in front of the mirror is as beautiful as a fairy.
However, the comfortable and leisurely atmosphere in the teahouse was a little messy, probably because of the battle at Yujingtai just now. Qixing had already sent people to search this ordinary teahouse.
Due to the news blockade of Qixing, these tea guests still don't know what happened on Yujingtai. They only feel that the weather in Liyue today is not normal, and there seems to be strange fire clouds that appeared in the morning.
"Mr. Zhongli, where are you drinking tea?"
During this time in Liyue, Dadalia has learned the Liyue people's way of saying hello.
That is asking knowingly.
Ask if you have eaten in a restaurant, ask if you are drinking tea in a teahouse, ask if you are shopping when shopping, ask if you are in the toilet...
Oh, you can’t ask this randomly.
Every time he saw Zhongli, the dull hair on Dadalia's head would twitch suddenly, while he smiled like an obedient fox. Zhongli blinked his eyes slowly, but what he was thinking about was other things. things.
Dadalia, who usually came to pay bills at night, came so early today, and must have persuaded some traveler to set out to seek immortality among the clouds.
The executive officer of the Solstice Kingdom seemed to have a natural affection for him, and he was completely unaware that he was also in Zhongli's plan. However, seeing Dadalia's high-spirited look now, Zhongli put down the tea cup and waited for Dadalia. Leah would be furious if she found out that she was kept in the dark.
Zhongli nodded and stared at Dadalia sitting in front of him with his golden eyes: "I'm in a hurry, let's talk later."
After saying that, Mr. Zhongli dropped Dadalia, who had not yet reacted, and walked down the stairs of the teahouse in a few steps, heading towards the Shengtang.
"Um?"
Dadalia looked at Zhongli's leaving figure with confusion, and subconsciously looked at the tea table.
There was a cracked tea cup. In order to avoid being discovered, Zhongli concealed the cracked side and turned it towards him.
"Mr. Zhongli..."
Dadalia showed a gentle smile. He tried his best to get close to the mysterious Mr. Zhongli, paid the bills, ate with him, listened to books with him, and worked with Zhongli on the work of the Hall of Death... Several times he was almost kicked out by the weird Walnut Hall Master, but Mr. Zhongli would still defend Dadalia.
Zhongli left in such a hurry. Was there something wrong with his plan?
Dadalia thought about it and picked up the tea cup on the table, shaking the unfinished tea in the bowl. The dull orange hair on his head shook a little, lazily sticking to the top of his head.
The orange-haired young man picked up Zhongli's tea cup, put it to his mouth, and took a sip.
The sweet taste from Zhongli's mouth still lingered on the porcelain rim of the tea cup.
When Zhongli returned from Heyu Tea House to the front hall of Shengsheng Hall, several pieces of rice paper were already scattered on the floor. Hall Master Hu, who was out of his mind, was sitting at the table for the rare occasion without running around the room. There was also a man lying next to him with a hand in his hand. The green-clothed young man in the wine bowl was constantly exclaiming.
However, Zhongli was not relieved. Instead, his head began to hurt.
Because obviously, what Wendy is full of praise for is not a good thing on a universal rational level, and Hutao is not a serious writer on a universal rational level.
There was also the young man who was staring at his dragon head sculpture and giggling, which made Zhongli feel that he should not have been let out at that time.
As one of the Seven Gods, with a lot of unorthodox talents, Wendy is very familiar with every writing method in the Teyvat continent. And because of her "close" relationship with the Rock God, she is quite comfortable with Liyue's pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
In short, in Zhongli's opinion, Wendy's appearance of holding a wine bowl in one hand and waving a wave of hair with the other hand can already earn enough money in Liyue Port, not to mention that this hand is almost completely inscribed with Yan Shen Ti. If placed in Any antique shop, Zhongli would wonder when he had written these things.
Among the existing emperor's calligraphy works on the market in Liyue, the largest number and the most fake ones are probably all made by Wendy from the neighboring country.
Fortunately, this guy still has some sense. He was worried about the ordinary bard's vest on his body and did not deliberately imitate it. However, it was Zhongli himself who taught Hutao how to write since he was a child. The strokes and patterns of Hutao's characters are also of the same origin. The one wearing the hexagonal hat Hu Tao's eyes shone and she clicked her tongue in admiration: "That's amazing. The last person to write with such an imperial style was Mr. Zhongli."
"It's easy to talk about."
Wendy chuckled, drank up the remaining wine at the bottom of the bowl, turned to Zhongli and waved the brush in her hand: "You came just in time!"
Ink splashed at Famas's feet. Zhongli had no idea that this guy would come to Liyue, so he reluctantly walked over to say hello. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Hu Tao's shocking manuscript: "The Hall of Rebirth provides the most considerate emperor's coffin-carrying service." !”
Seeing Zhongli's gaze, Wendy opened her eyes wide and hid behind Famas obediently, smiling in a flattering way.
Zhongli knew this expression by heart. As a mature Rock King, he would never be fooled easily. So he only raised his eyes slightly, glanced over lightly, and lit the incense with a calm face.
"Mr. Zhongli! These two guests say they are your friends!"
Hutao jumped up from the table, as if he didn't notice the silence between the three of them, and stood in front of Zhongli with a big smile on his face.
Wendy remembered her previous experience of being chased back to Mondstadt by Zhongli. She hid behind Famas and looked at the chaotic Death Hall. She felt aggrieved and defended: "Look, aren't you also a member of the Death Hall now? I But I’m helping you make suggestions and attract business.”
The clear voice stopped suddenly, Famas stopped him, and the fire element began to fill the air. The young man in red stared at Zhongli in the black rock gown with piercing eyes.
Maybe he didn't need to wait until Zhongli's God's Heart was taken away before he would start a fight with Zhongli.
"My main business at the Purity Hall is funerals for immortals, not ordinary people."
Even though he is Prince Yan, he has to admit that the incarnation of the Wind God is really deceptive. The boy-looking poet can play the oldest ballads in the world, and his eyes tell the true and false emotions of the Wind God. Now they are drooping. Looking from under the crow-feather-like eyelashes, reflecting the sunlight, it looks like the surface of Luhua Pond.
Zhongli sighed deeply. The rock element boiled in the earth's veins, suppressing the restless fire element of Famas. He slightly raised his chin and walked towards the second floor of the Hall of Rebirth.
"follow me."
"Master Hu, pour some tea."
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