The clouds are gone and the rain is falling, and the red sun is gradually emerging.
Buyun, Huixin and Ningguang's three secretaries who returned from Wuwangpo were amazed by the power of resurrecting the dead, but they adjusted their mentality on the way and immediately devoted themselves to the work of the General Affairs Department.
Bu Yun followed the old tradition and attracted traveling merchants from Fontaine, scholars from Xumi and diplomats from Mondstadt to enter the General Affairs Department.
People who knew a little bit about the inside story of the war were impressed by Tianquan Ningguang's calmness and sharpness as before. When they left, their unabashed praise and surprise fell into Bu Yun's ears.
Encountering catastrophes one after another, Qixing, who led the overall situation, did not panic. All orders and measures were in order, which made the people of Liyue proud. Many young people who tried to profit from the emperor's death had to continue to hide in the darkness. , waiting for the right time.
Only after bidding farewell to the last big shot, Bu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
Several days have passed, but the moment when the crimson gun blade fell is still repeated in Bu Yun's memory. The images of the short breath and the important documents in his arms begin to blur, and the blurred light pulls the shadows. All kinds of loud noises were like all the festive salutes exploding at the same time, but all he could touch was endless flames.
And the smile Miss Huixin gave him before she died.
The sparrows are chirping, the green bamboos are still there, and the blue sky is as clear as water. After coming back to his senses, Liyue was still as busy as ever.
Subtle feelings and profound memories intertwined into a complex experience, and the separation between detachment and personal experience was indescribable, so that in the following days, Buyun often looked at the stone peaks of Guyun Pavilion slanting into the sky, wondering. What are you thinking about.
The General Affairs Department continued to receive information from all over the place, and the sounds of paper being rubbed and whispers could be heard.
Suddenly, a window within sight opened to the outside, with a crash, and snow-like shreds of paper swayed down.
There are many fluttering clouds, like snow dust falling on the clouds; densely combed, each word is as precious as a rare treasure.
What followed was a few soft drinks and urgent calls. Listening carefully, it seemed that they were the voices of the three secretaries and Lord Ningguang.
"This is not Qunyu Pavilion."
"...Go and let the people down there clean."
Huixin hurriedly walked out from the gate of the General Affairs Department carrying a broom, and happened to catch Buyun's gaze looking up from the dock warehouse.
There was only concern in her eyes that there was no news from her father.
The gurgling water flows down the gentle slope, and the pebbles at the bottom of the pool are layered and silent.
After losing the gods, the responsibility of guarding Liyue once initiated by the emperor was handed over to these little people.
But the Rock King Emperor, whom everyone remembers, is now having a headache with Famas in front of him.
Before he could enjoy the leisurely elegance of retirement for a few days, trouble came to his door again.
"So, what are you doing in the Rebirth Hall?"
Zhongli sat back by the bookcase, picked up the tea cup, and waited for Famas's next words.
The tea is good tea, just like the clear dew among the pines before the Ming Dynasty, the breath is fresh and refreshing, and it complements the tea drinkers.
Even in the Hall of Rebirth, Zhongli is still very well-dressed, speaks appropriately, and carries himself gracefully, giving people a feeling of being very approachable, but there is also a feeling that this side of him is just showing off to you deliberately.
However, Ying and Paimon, the great heroes who defeated the Maelstrom Demon and saved Liyue, diligently went to the Adventurers Association every day to complete the commission and earn Mora. They occasionally helped the residents of Liyue with their reconstruction work and transported supplies.
Now the two girls were also pulled over by Famas, and the boy mysteriously told them that they could get many, many more moora rewards.
Paimon, who couldn't walk when he heard Mora, was naturally easily fooled. He didn't even care about the commission that was about to be completed, and hurriedly followed Famas to the Hall of the Past.
The result is of course needless to say, little Paimon's face has not yet escaped Famas' clutches.
"Of course I'm asking for payment from you!"
After hearing Zhongli's question, Famas let go of Paimon.
The little mascot flew back to the traveler aggrievedly, grabbed the ribbon of the girl's dress, touched his red little face and protested to Famas: "The reward must be at least 50-50! Lord Paimon's Your face is not made for nothing!"
"Of course. If Pamon squeezes me for a little longer, there will be more Mora..."
Famas wanted to use the golden mola to seduce little Paimon, but the floating little follower was not stupid either. He gritted his teeth and turned his head, unmoved by the other person's words.
"If Paimon had realized this earlier, he wouldn't have been deceived..."
"Wow...even you are laughing at me!"
Yingmei pursed her lips and smiled, making Xiaopai circle around the girl in shame.
"Based on common rationality, the brave man who defeated the whirlpool demon Ocell should indeed be adequately rewarded."
"Besides, I also promised Famas everything except Liyue Port..."
Zhongli put down the tea cup, and a very familiar gentle smile appeared on his face, which seemed to exude a warm and quiet atmosphere like green pines and cypresses, especially after the frost, and upright at the end of the year.
But Famas always felt that there was something cunning in the other person's smile that he had never seen before.
"Come with me."
Zhongli stood up and led everyone to the second floor of the Hall of Rebirth. Little Paimon eagerly caught up with Mr. Keqing, while Famas looked at Ying and followed quickly with some curiosity.
Zhongli did not take everyone back to his bedroom. Instead, he stood in front of a certain room with a copper lock. He tapped the lock core with his finger, and the door opened in response.
"This is the warehouse of the Hall of Rebirth. Travelers and Paimon friends can choose several antiques as a reward for this trip."
"I can also give you a brief introduction."
The Hall of Rebirth has been passed down to seventy-seven generations since ancient times. The family is naturally quite wealthy. The furnishings in the house are very particular. There are many paintings and calligraphy by famous artists and antiques. If you are a knowledgeable person, you will definitely be shocked by these things. The original work has been concluded by the academic community to be lost.
It's just that Traveler and Famas are not very accomplished in antique appreciation. After all, some antiques have a history that is not as long as them.
But his long life and extensive knowledge are enough for Famas to determine which expensive items make Zhongshi change his voice.
Things he has never seen are worthless.
The objects he had seen and passed down to this day were antiques worth many molas.
While the travelers and Paimeng were eye-opening, they couldn't help but think that the Palace of Rebirth is really sitting on a golden mountain, unmoving. If you throw any of the antiques here into the Liyue market, it will make those wealthy businessmen crazy. .
No wonder Zhongli never looks at the price when buying things.
"This painting... turned out to be taken away by you..."
Famas stood in front of an ancient painting that was perfectly protected by divine power. It showed a large building surrounded by a volcano.
The artist seems to be suspended in the air, depicting hundreds of large factories and operating mechanical arms from a high position. A large number of weird-shaped sustainable mechanisms provide kinetic energy for labor. The entire factory is operating in an orderly manner, but there is not a single person. It has obviously been realized. Fully mechanized production.
The entire painting uses bright red and yellow as the main tone, but the lines and brushwork are a bit childish. Although it has a strong visual impact, it is still difficult to achieve elegance.
After hearing Famas's sigh, little Paimon held the secret-colored porcelain that he looked at in his arms. He curiously approached the painting that the young man was admiring, and stammered out the artist's signature in the corner.
"...Akhtar Harpas?"
