I write novels in Liyue

Inside the office.

In the warm, flickering candlelight, a tear slid down Gan Yu's soft, fair cheek and dripped onto the pages of the book.

The content of that page was the day Xu Changqing became an immortal, standing atop Mount Shu.

With a flourish of his longsword, he sent a vast snowfall upon Zixuan.

As snowflakes danced in the air, Fang Qiu's writing unfolded the three lifetimes of Zi Xuan and Xu Changqing's past.

It was as if she could hear the song Fang Qiu sang to her in the wilderness that day.

The gentle and moving singing accompanied the scenes that Fang Qiu described, which seemed to appear right before one's eyes.

Even if another ten thousand years pass, my deep affection will remain unchanged.

"So that's what Miss Fang Qiu was feeling when she sang that song that day. No wonder her expression was so sad."

Gan Yu murmured.

She glanced at the two songs she had copied from Fang Qiu's book.

"Next time I meet Miss Fang Qiu, I'll ask her to sing these two songs again."

Gan Yu murmured.

After a long silence, she wiped away her tears and continued reading.

Although Zixuan and Xu Changqing have separated, there are still Jingtian and Xuejian.

They are still together.

Watching Tang Xuejian and Jing Tian playfully frolicking in the snow, Gan Yu felt that she could understand a little bit of the beauty of love in the mundane world.

A faint smile appeared on her lips as she continued reading.

Then, her gentle smile froze.

"Jing Tian...is he going to die?"

……

At this moment, outside Liyue City.

Construction site through the mountain.

Construction is in full swing.

Ke Qing was currently supervising the construction on-site, holding the blueprints.

The project is progressing very smoothly, and it is estimated that it will be completed in the next couple of days.

Thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The work at the dock is on track. Once it's proven that digging the tunnel is feasible, and before the scholars finish measuring the mountain, she can finally relax and have some peace and quiet.

Invite your friends to go to the market and buy new clothes.

I invited Miss Fang Qiu to join me.

Speaking of Fang Qiu.

Ke Qing couldn't help but turn her gaze to several scholars who were sitting by the fire reading books.

"Hmm, not bad. This writing style is concise when it needs to be concise and detailed when it needs to be detailed."

"I must say, Miss Fang Qiu truly lives up to her reputation. Although it is a completely different world from Liyue, it reflects the local customs and culture of Liyue in every aspect."

"Indeed, indeed."

"Speaking of which, Brother Luo, don't you have a daughter? I remember she's also writing novels, right? Why don't you introduce her to Miss Fang Qiu? Maybe she can give you some guidance?"

"You know what, I really want to ask Master Hu to act as a go-between and introduce my daughter to Miss Fang Qiu. If she can learn even a little bit, she should be able to support herself."

"Haha, speaking of this Master Hu, if you ask her for help, she will definitely make you buy the services of the Rebirth Hall from her before she will introduce you to her."

"What can we do? Just buy it. It's not like we'll really die if we buy it. Many of the elderly people in Qingce Village prepare a coffin for themselves in advance so that their descendants won't have to worry about it after they pass away."

"That's true. We are all scholars, how can we blindly believe in things that are auspicious or inauspicious?"

Several scholars were discussing it.

Listening to their discussion, Ke Qing couldn't help but sigh softly.

Ms. Fang Qiu's new book...

She really wanted to see it too...

Unfortunately, these scholars can rest, but she cannot.

The project is at its most critical stage, and she needs to keep a close eye on it.

I can only buy it and read it after I'm done with my work.

After all, business is more important.

She let out a long breath, turned her gaze to the construction site, and continued to supervise.

Chapter 123 Spoilers

The moon moves, casting shadows on the flowers; time flows on.

Before you know it, it's late at night.

The once bustling and vibrant Liyue Harbor has gradually fallen into silence.

All sounds are silent.

Many shops along the streets of Liyue were already closed, with only taverns and teahouses where storytellers performed at midnight still open.

In the teahouse, a storyteller was recounting strange tales from the streets.

When the story got to the most horrifying part, the girls turned pale with fright and burrowed into the arms of the men next to them.

When they realized what was happening, the girls hurriedly broke free from the man's embrace, their faces flushed with shyness.

This scene was witnessed by a man who had just come out of a tavern, his face flushed and completely drunk.

"Ayin... I miss you so much."

He was carrying a wine bottle in one hand and a copy of "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" in the other.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but take a big gulp of wine.

He drowned his sorrows in alcohol.

This storytelling tavern is open day and night.

However, the content of what is said during the day and at night is different.

During the day, they mostly tell strange tales of the martial arts world.

In the evenings, they would tell strange tales from the streets.

The evening programs, in particular, are very popular with young couples.

Once upon a time, he also brought his beloved girl here to listen to storytelling.

The storyteller terrified Ayin, who turned pale and buried herself in his arms.

Unfortunately, time has passed and things have changed. Looking back, Ah Yin has long since gone.

Things have changed.

Thinking of this, he smiled wryly, took another big gulp of wine, and continued walking forward.

He was still mumbling incoherently.

"It's all Fang Qiu's fault... He made me think of this past again... Alcohol is a wonderful thing; when you're drunk, you don't have to think about anything."

As he reached a dark corner, he stumbled and fell headfirst into a wooden box like a scallion.

After being placed into the wooden box, the man did not move. After a while, a series of muffled snoring sounds came from inside.

Not long after.

Beidou and Xinyan also walked past the wooden box. They glanced at the man who had fallen headfirst into the box, and then silently looked away.

The two walked and talked.

We walked all the way to the dock.

Under the tranquil moonlight, the dock was very quiet, with boats of all sizes moored silently on the shore.

Only occasionally would a seabird ride the wind and take flight.

"Xin Yan, have you sorted out your concert arrangements? Do you need any help?"

Beidou asked.

"The application has been submitted. Since this isn't the first time I've done this, there shouldn't be any problems."

Xin Yan nodded and said.

After saying that, Xin Yan looked like she had just thought of something and said, "By the way, Sister Beidou, did you really give Miss Fang Qiu's book to Miss Ningguang?"

"Of course."

Beidou smiled and said.

"It's hard to imagine how Miss Ningguang, who is so skilled at strategizing and winning battles, would react after reading Miss Fangqiu's book."

Xin Yan said.

"What other reaction could there be?"

Beidou smiled and said, "Of course, we'll send the Qianyan Army to arrest Fang Qiu."

"Oh? It's that serious? What should we do?"

Xin Yan quickly replied.

"Just kidding."

Beidou smiled and said, "If that woman wants to cause trouble, she'll come to me. She won't make things difficult for a little girl. On the contrary, she might even try to develop that little girl."

"Develop? Develop what?"