Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

"It's gone mad."

"I cannot die as a hero."

Fushe lowered his eyes and said, "Because I will be killed by you—for Liyue, the Geo Archon cannot kill a hero, nor can I expose my karmic debts..."

What do you want to do?

The Emperor had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, and his tone became inexplicably strong.

"I will die as a sinner."

Fu She raised his eyes, and the purple light in his eyes reflected Zhong Li's face: that surprised expression.

"I will die as a sinner."

The shape of a person's death defines their life.

The leader of the Yakshas, ​​a hero who participated in the war between the demons and the gods, and the war between the immortals and demons, and who had watched over Liyue for six hundred years, chose to define his life as that of a sinner.

"You do not wish to be crowned, but you willingly bear the yoke."

"...It should not be permitted."

The Emperor stared at him and repeated, "Only this matter, I will not grant."

"Morax".

Fu She reverted to his original form of address, smiled casually, and poured himself a bowl of osmanthus wine: "You just said...we're already friends, right?"

The Emperor was taken aback.

“Then this is not a request from the Marshal to the Emperor,” he said with a smile, raising the bowl of wine that was shimmering slightly, “but rather a request from Fushe to his friend.”

"Inazuma admires the aesthetics of death as the pathos of things, a magnificent and splendid death. They revere the form of death, and therefore value posthumous honor, which is why the second is very popular there. This is Inazuma's aesthetics."

Nuoyan looked very serious.

"But Liyue's aesthetics of death are not like that. We have a saying that goes: Good and evil are in my own hands, praise and blame are in the hands of others. The final judgment is made after death, and there is no need for the words of my descendants."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and resonant:

"If I have nothing to be ashamed of, then let future generations say what they will—who cares!"

You are unwilling to be crowned, yet you willingly bear the shackles—that's what the Emperor just said.

Fushe's reply was:

"If one can die for the one one loves, if one can die for a cause worth dedicating oneself to, then for this life, even shackles are crowns."

"I want to choose this kind of death—this is a request from a friend."

This is the second agreement.

He held up his glass, the clear osmanthus wine reflecting the New Year's night sky.

Brilliant fireworks lit up the night sky.

After a long while, the Rock King Emperor sighed softly, paused, and then raised his wine bowl.

"You must also agree to one thing."

he said.

"What is it?" Fushe asked curiously.

"This is osmanthus wine, but it's only early spring, and the osmanthus isn't very fragrant yet, so the wine isn't very mellow and can't be considered good wine."

The Emperor said earnestly, "I hope that one day, I can drink osmanthus wine with you again."

Fushe paused, then suddenly broke into a smile. His laughter grew louder and more unrestrained, seemingly piercing the sky. He pointed at the Emperor's nose, "Haha. Good, so the Emperor is a drunkard too! Hahaha, good, since the Emperor has such a refined taste, Fushe will certainly keep him company!"

With drinking buddies making plans, how could I dare to spoil his mood?

"The contract is now in effect."

The Emperor said, raising his cup.

Fu She also raised his cup and continued, "A person who breaks their word—"

Fireworks burst across the night sky, wine bowls clink together, and osmanthus petals sway and release their fragrance.

They laughed together:

"He shall be punished by being devoured by the rocks!"

This is the third point of the agreement.

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The warm spring breeze sways in the soft morning light; another New Year has arrived, and the weather is pleasant and mild.

The meat buns at Wanmintang are delicious and inexpensive.

After finishing the radio calisthenics with Qiqi... cough, and practicing the sect's divine skill, Nuoyan wiped away his sweat and followed Ying to Wanmin Hall for breakfast.

Halfway through my meal, I noticed a commotion at the counter.

"Mora is quite a strange thing."

The man was dressed like a scholar, with crimson-gold eyes and a crown on his head. He was very well-dressed and his manners were quite elegant. However, he seemed to be encountering some troubles.

Did you forget to bring money when you went out to eat...?

"I'll pay—but of course, you have to remember to pay me back."

Nuoyan patted the man on the shoulder, saying that since it wasn't his own money, Ying would reimburse him.

In this life, you should do things without a care in the world, act on your impulses, and not worry about the consequences.

"Thank you very much, young friend."

The man turned around and asked earnestly:

"My name is Zhongli. May I ask how I should address you, young friend?"

"Nuoyan".

The boy smiled. "Qingnuo Rock!"

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Another 2.5 chapters! Impressive, right?

Wow, Omega, it's over between us. It would be impolite to keep arguing!

Volume 1: Chapter 76 This guy was originally mine

Osmanthus wine has a unique origin and historical background.

The moon palace bestows osmanthus blossoms as a reward to virtuous families. May the osmanthus tree be blessed with high fortune and longevity, its branches laden with blossoms. Gather the flowers to brew osmanthus wine, and first offer it to Father and Mother.

First, make white wine, put it in a jar to ferment, then soak fresh osmanthus flowers to make osmanthus dew, which is then added to the white wine to brew osmanthus wine.

The saying "hoe the green fields along the path, let the dew brew the yellow flowers" perfectly illustrates this principle.

Yingyuan forbade Qingnuoyan from drinking alcohol in the morning.

She had repeatedly warned herself that drinking and smoking would shorten her lifespan!

Drinking heavily in the morning will leave you feeling dazed all day. Drinking in the early morning is also harmful to your health and digestive system.

What she said made a lot of sense, and Qingnuoyan agreed, resolutely resisting drinking in the early morning—but the osmanthus wine in front of her was just too fragrant!

This man named Zhongli was indeed a refined young master, with a strong sense of chivalry. He claimed to be a native of Liyue and currently worked at the 'Hall of Rebirth' in Liyue Harbor.

After Qingnuoyan generously used the money Ying gave him to pay Zhongli's bill, he said he wanted to treat himself to a drink.

A person of taste is particular about everything he does. The osmanthus wine he took out was fragrant and mellow, and clear in color. It was obviously aged for several years. A person of taste drinks fine wine. With such fine wine in front of him, Qing Nuoyan could not refuse.

In addition, there is another reason:

[The third promise: to drink with the first person I met at Wanmintang]

After a series of underworld tasks such as tomb raiding in the mountains and burning incense at graves, finally there's something normal from the mortal world!

Since arriving in Liyue, Qingnuoyan has spent his days either digging graves or visiting graves in the countryside to burn incense and wait for others... He's starting to doubt whether he was a decent person in his past life.

　Now, drinking doesn't have to lead to the underworld.

At worst, we can just add a few goji berries to the wine.

After the two sat down again, Nuoyan patted his chest, exuding generosity and saying, "Brother Zhongli, let's have some more. We'll combine breakfast and lunch. Don't worry about Mora; it's not my money anyway..."

Zhongli is a straightforward person. He is decisive and will do what he says. You can tell from his choice of dishes that he is particular about his taste. He will order the most expensive Longjing tea, he doesn't eat spicy food or fish, and the tofu must be sweet.

On the surface, Qing Nuoyan appeared calm and collected, but inwardly he was filled with apprehension, silently calculating the money. He thought to himself that this fellow's shamelessness was probably no less than his own, and he might be in for a severe beating this time. He wondered if he could explain things to Ying...

Almond tofu is Wanmintang's signature dish.

After ordering, Wanmintang served the food quickly, but the waiter looked rather strange.

Round and fluffy with brown fur, it looked like a little ball of fluff from a distance. It carried a plate of steaming tofu on its head and wobbled over. After placing the dish on the table, the fluffy ball put its hands on its hips with a sigh of relief.

Bear?

...This looks like a little bear.

The little bear raised its head, blinked its eyes, and stared at Zhongli. It seemed to have discovered something, and happily patted its short paws, looking adorably clumsy.

The bright, warm morning light shone through the windows of Wanmin Hall, enveloping them. Outside, the trees swayed gently in the breeze, casting rhythmic green shadows.

"It's been a long time," Zhongli said softly, "old friend."

The little bear happily clapped its paws, then turned its head, blinked its eyes, and stared at Qingnuoyan.

"Wow, hello there." The boy waved and greeted him instinctively.

I don't know why, but I always feel a sense of familiarity when I see this little bear.

It felt like meeting an old friend.

The little bear patted its paws, looking very happy.