"Mond's clothes are really puzzling..."
After Zhongli left, for fear that Wendy would be overstretched by the wine in his stomach, Famas untied his waistband. Worried that Wendy would feel suffocated because of the lack of air circulation in the room, he unzipped the bow and pulled it off. Wearing a cloak, Wendy unbuttoned a few more shirt buttons.
Except for his undershirt, white socks, and hat, Famas stripped off all the clothes on the boy's body.
"Bo."
The breeze blew through his sweat-stained hair. Famas pinched the sleeping face of the boy on his lap, then got up and went to make some sobering tea.
A gentleman will not take advantage of others' danger.
However, when Wendy woke up in the middle of the night and found that she was disheveled and holding a red-and-white-haired boy in her arms, she fell into the longest period of contemplation since she was born.
Who am I, where am I, what have I done?
On the other side, on the first floor of the Hall of Rebirth, the rock elemental power around Zhongli's body was vibrating, and the smell of alcohol was washed away. As he walked down the stairs, he saw Hu Tao lying on the counter in the front hall, sleeping soundly.
The blinds behind the table blocked the cold moonlight, but the candlelight floating on the table shone on Hu Tao's white and tender face.
Looking at the girl's outstretched arms and her chin resting on the table, Zhongli sighed softly. He was afraid that the head of Hutao Hall would have a stiff neck again tomorrow morning.
Zhongli still remembers the scene when he first met Hu Tao. At that time, Hu Tao was still young and the old hall master had not yet left. Little Hu Tao was sitting on the steps in front of the Hall of Purity, endorsements in confusion, waiting for her grandfather and Come back from outside yourself.
So Zhongli, while serving as a guest at the Hall of Purity, also served as Hu Tao's teacher. Until the old hall master died of illness, Hu Tao, who had not yet become the new hall master, could take care of all the affairs of the Hall of Purity by himself, and be meticulous about everything. Satisfy the other stewards.
Zhongli walked softly behind the sleeping Hu Tao, where there was a pile of changes of clothes.
Zhongli picked up a relatively clean piece of clothing and put it on Hutao's body, then bent down, straightened her head, and put his arms back under her head.
"Zhongli... Sir, have you... finally finished talking?"
Ripe brown and jet black hair are intertwined, and the black clothes cover the dark clothes, as if they are integrated into one body.
Hutao took Zhongli's hand and rubbed his palm affectionately with her soft chin. Her eyes were curved into a beautiful arc. She had just woken up and spoke to Zhongli inarticulately.
"Mr. Zhongli goes out so late, is he going to do something?"
Letting go of Zhongli's hand, Hutao straightened up and lazily puffed out his unremarkable chest.
"Still, are you going to find that...Dadalia?"
Hutao frowned and pulled on Zhongli's clothes like he did when he was a child.
"In my opinion, that foolish executive approached you with bad intentions! You are our guest at the Rebirth Hall, and you must not be abducted!"
Before Zhongli had time to answer, the quirky girl continued: "Unless Mr. Zhongli brings back that mobile wallet."
Hutao smiled happily, stood up and hugged Zhongli's arm. It seemed that she had already seen the scene where the Hall of Rebirth received a large amount of funds from Beiguo Bank, while Zhongli looked helpless.
The girl's serious state could not last long, and she started talking nonsense.
Zhongli was in a daze as he listened to Hu Tao's nagging. This quirky girl would always jump crazily on the edge of her own explosion, and when Zhongli couldn't help but want to teach her a lesson, Hu Tao would quickly shrink back and vomit. He apologized and explained to Zhongli while holding his tongue.
Combined with her sincere demeanor and a set of self-contained logical theoretical systems, she looks exactly like a certain wind god.
Zhongli even wondered why Hutao, who was so cute when he was a child, became like this when he grew up.
"They will stay in my room tonight, and I will go out...to drink tea."
Zhongli tried his best to pull out the hug of Hutao in his hand, and showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time, like a brisk smile of a rock that has experienced vicissitudes of life and looks forward to the future. He raised his hand and rubbed the kitten-like smile. Hutao put his head down slowly and stepped out of the door of the Hall of Purity.
"Hey, Mr. Zhongli?"
Hu Tao was about to chase after her, but her toes accidentally hit the corner of the table. The plum branches randomly placed on the desk trembled, and the golden embossed pen holder fell down, and the red and orange brushes fell on the ebony table. superior.
"Ouch! It hurts!"
Hutao screamed in pain, stretched out his hand to hug his right foot, and jumped up and down in the front hall on one knee.
Zhongli, who walked out of the Hall of Pursuing Life, automatically blocked Hu Tao's chirping behind him. Although there were many rooms in the Hall of Purity, Zhongli wanted to go out for a walk.
He didn't dare to get drunk like Wendy, and the burden of managing Liyue still weighed on his shoulders.
The night market is filled with the strong aroma of wine, the docks are brightly lit, and fish and dragons are dancing. The emperor was assassinated just this morning. However, thanks to the news blockade of Qixing, so far, only a few people know about the incident on Yujing Platform. The truth is that even the spectators who witnessed his dragon body falling were given strict silence orders.
But Zhongli knew that this situation would not last long, as there was an undercurrent brewing under Liyue's calm exterior.
Not long after he stepped out of the Hall of Purity, an orange-haired young man quietly appeared behind Zhongli. Zhongli, who was very perceptive, could not help but sigh that the fools had done a good job in providing intelligence information.
"Mr. Zhongli, good evening!"
The young Fool Executive was all smiles, his blue eyes reflecting the light of the lantern.
"Good evening, Mr. Young Master."
Zhongli looked calm, not caring at all that Dadalia could find him so quickly.
"This restaurant is most famous for its candied haws."
The two of them stood in front of a shop selling candied haws. The red lanterns illuminated the hawthorns' red color even more beautifully.
"Shopkeeper, please bring two bunches of candied haws!"
Dadalia immediately understood what Zhongli meant, waved his hand and asked the boss to pack two bunches of candied haws for him.
"The smelting of syrup, the heat of baking, and the selection of ingredients, using the above-mentioned Shanlihong, the syrup is boiled repeatedly. At the right time, it is quickly dipped in a thin layer of syrup with the right temperature, which is cool, crisp and sweet. The rock sugar is crystal clear and the fruit is fresh and delicious, with a distinct taste.”
Listening to Zhongli's explanation, Dadalia took a bite of the candied haws in his hand. He didn't particularly care about the taste of the food, but after Zhongli said it, the candied haws in his hand seemed to contain many secrets.
However, what he didn't know was that the candied haws here were not only the most exquisite in craftsmanship, but also the most expensive in Liyue.
As expected of Mr. Zhongli, he only buys expensive ones.
The weather in Liyue is never cold, and the temperature is just right enough to prevent the rock sugar from melting, and the candied haws on a stick will not freeze your teeth. If we were in the solstice country, the candied haws would have been frozen as hard as a stone, and your teeth would probably ache if you bite into it. bad.
Zhongli still had the same gentle and leisurely eating look, as if soaked in the warmth of this rich land.
Biting the candied haws, the two of them walked side by side towards the Northland Bank. Dadalia wanted to talk to Zhongli about the plan, and asked him why he was in such a hurry to leave at noon, but he saw him licking the corner of his mouth like a child. Zhongli of tiny sugar crystals.
Before Dadalia could speak, Zhongli said something incomprehensible in a flat tone.
"Do you have any rooms available at Northland Bank?"
"Yes, but it is prepared for distinguished guests..."
Dadalia replied subconsciously. Zhongli turned his head and stared at the orange-haired young man whose mouth was full of sugar residue with his golden eyes.
"Then I'll stay at Beiguo Bank tonight."
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