"But today, most of the wild neon flowers have disappeared during the geographical changes in Liyue, and now they mostly rely on artificial cultivation..."
Zhongli came back to his senses and introduced the growth habits and differences between various neon flowers in detail, which caused Bo Lai to admire: "Sir, you are indeed an expert. Even I didn't know there were so many details..."
"It's just a brief knowledge. This traveler friend of mine is someone who should not be underestimated. He is someone who will eventually travel to all parts of the continent."
Zhongli shook his head, not forgetting to praise little Paimon who was pouting angrily next to him.
"Actually, it's not that powerful..."
Hearing Zhongli's sudden compliment, Ying bowed her hands in embarrassment. Seeing that Paimon was still dragging her, she grabbed Paimon, stretched out her fingers towards her little mouth, and lifted the corner of Paimon's lips to Yang Yang: "Paimon is also very happy, isn't he?"
"Uh huh...no way!"
Paimon wanted to pull Ying's hand away, but during the struggle, he hugged Ying's neck and rubbed it subconsciously.
"Is Pamon acting coquettishly?"
Ying looked at the little guy nestled on her neck, smiled softly, and then turned to Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, which of these three kinds of neon flowers should we choose?"
"Boss, I want them all."
Zhongli waved his hand and nodded without hesitation.
"Again?!"
Paimon poked his head out of Ying's arms and clenched his little fists.
"Oh, when you listen to the opera, you buy the most popular actresses, when you walk the bird, you buy the most expensive thrush, this is life."
Zhongli smiled gently and stared at Paimon with disgust in his eyes.
"However, buying three kinds of neon flowers this time is not based on my life creed."
"You don't know something. According to tradition, if different neon flowers are made into perfumes and enshrined in front of the statue of the Seven Heavens, the Rock King will make his own choice."
"However, this ancient emphasis and some overly complex traditions have been gradually simplified."
"But this is the only ceremony for one of the seven gods to send immortals in the past 3,700 years. We should follow the tradition and offer these ointments one by one."
After Zhongli finished speaking, he looked at Ying intently, as if waiting for something.
Of course Ying knew what Zhongli was waiting for. He reluctantly took out the mola given by Dadalia from his arms and shook the few molas. Just as he was about to pay, he was interrupted by Bo Lai who lowered his head and pondered.
"Uh, gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt. Do you want to present these flowers to Prince Yan?"
"Yes."
Paimon flew out of Ying's arms to answer Libo's question.
"Oh, you should have told me earlier...I also heard bad news after the ceremony of inviting immortals the day before yesterday..."
"If it's for Prince Yan, I won't charge you for these flowers. Just give me your thoughts."
Maura, who was handed out just now, was pushed back by Bo Lai.
"Is this really appropriate..."
Encountering discount sales from Liyue merchants twice in a row, Ying was a little at a loss for a moment. He was obviously a profit-seeking businessman, but after knowing that he was preparing to give the Immortal Ceremony to Emperor Yan Wang, he actually sold it at half price without hesitation. It's just free of charge.
"Look what you said, without Prince Yan, there would be no place for ordinary people like me to live."
"If it weren't for the poem written by Prince Yan back then, how could these precious neon flowers be so valuable?"
Bo Lai clutched the account book and shook his head.
"Wow, many of the customs and customs of Liyue that I heard along the way were directly cared for by the emperor himself at a certain period."
Paimon stared at Beau in surprise.
The emperor of Liyue sounds like a very hard-working and kind-hearted god.
In short, it is much better than a certain wind god.
"Thank you, boss, for resolving our urgent need!"
Even though he had to refuse when he met, Paimeng hurriedly took the money bag from Bo Lai, blinked with a smile, and put the few Mora left in the bag into his arms: "Thank you, boss! I wish the boss a prosperous business!"
After saying that, Paimon anxiously pulled Ying away, fearing that Bo would regret it.
Zhong Li bowed slightly towards Bo Lai and followed Ying to the pier. The owner of Wanyou Shop didn't think much about it, he just looked at the few people walking away and sighed softly.
"I've got the flowers, but how do I make the balm?"
Paimeng Fei was in front. After coming out of Wanyou Shop, it was almost late at night, and the vendors in the market were starting to pack up their stalls and prepare to close up for rest.
Zhongli handed the colorful flowers in his hand to Ying and said calmly: "It's best to find an experienced hand who has experience in making incense, but there are almost no people I know who can make ointment by themselves..."
"So, I would like to trouble you to go to the city and ask around, such as girls from ordinary families."
Although he asked Ying to help him find the person who made the balm, there was no hint of request in Zhongli's tone.
Fortunately, Ying had long been accustomed to the provocative tone of these clients and nodded in agreement.
"I'll wait for you near the Seven Heavens Statue. After making the ointment, we'll meet there."
Zhongli looked at the deserted pier and towards the lit hall of the dead. He could sense that Wendy and Famas had returned to his room.
The two of them actually spent the whole day playing in Liyue.
Wendy used the wind element to carefully blow open the indoor window. Scattered papers were spread all over the floor. The old paper window reflected the cool moonlight outside, creating a shadow under the window.
"Hey, shouldn't we take a rest..."
Wendy lay lazily on the ebony table that originally belonged to Zhongli, her arms folded together to rest her chin, her emerald green eyes staring at Famas motionlessly.
The young man's cheek showed a soft arc in the moonlight, and the soft down was coated with a layer of silver, making people inexplicably have the urge to reach out and pinch it.
Famas stared at him quietly, and the other party stared back. The air collided with an unknown atmosphere of ambiguity in the exchange of gazes, but the two of them were unaware of it, and time seemed to pass between their breaths. Solidify it.
In the end, Famas was the first to stop looking at each other, turned his head and looked away, and said calmly, "Then you go take a shower."
"oh……"
Wendy agreed in a long voice, with a playful gleam in her eyes. Famas pretended not to notice, got up and walked to the bed, lay down, pulled the quilt over her, and got ready to sleep.
However, Famas had just fallen asleep and closed his eyes when a ball of green clothes fell on him, grabbing his face and rubbing his neck.
"We are gods! We don't need to take a shower!"
Wendy held Farmas' face skillfully, and from time to time she scratched Farmas' cheek with her fingertips, staring into his surprised red eyes.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Famas reached out and grabbed the rebellious hands of the boy in green.
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