I write novels in Liyue

The traveler and Paimon went to the inn, while Fang Qiu and Hu Tao went home along the way.

"See you tomorrow."

Hu Tao waved with a smile and said.

"See you tomorrow."

Fang Qiu waved goodbye, picked up Tingyu, and walked towards her rented room.

After Fang Qiu walked away, Hu Tao also headed towards the Hall of Rebirth.

At this moment, Zhongli was holding a beautifully bound scroll, standing in front of the Hall of Rebirth, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

The moonlight was bright.

It seems as if it has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect..."

Zhongli's expression was complicated as he murmured.

A breeze rustled through the osmanthus trees, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere in the night.

"Visit an old friend every now and then."

As Yi Guan Xiao Mei emerged from the inner hall of the Hall of Rebirth, she saw Mr. Zhong Li admiring the moon. Just as she was about to strike up a conversation, she looked at Mr. Zhong Li's back and remembered what Hu Tao had said that day.

Mr. Zhongli's silhouette seemed somewhat forlorn.

Did you recall some sad memories?

Or is it that, with the Lunar New Year approaching, he is thinking of his old friends?

While she was lost in thought, Zhongli had turned around without her noticing, and the loneliness on his face vanished completely.

"Miss Yi, please inform her."

Zhong Li said calmly.

"Huh? Report? Report what?"

The young female attendant was taken aback and asked.

Just as Zhongli was about to speak, Hu Tao's voice rang out.

"Zhongli, what do you need to report now? Did you buy something again and put it on the Wangsheng Hall's account?"

Hu Tao walked over with a happy expression.

She was very happy.

There are many reasons, but the biggest reason is that Fang Qiu's poem will definitely fetch a good price.

It should be worth at least five million Mora, right?

Hmm... even if those wealthy businessmen participating in the auction didn't have much taste, they could still bid up to three million Mora.

Three million Mora, that's no small number.

Once Fang Qiu has this money, plus the money he earned from writing books before, he should be able to buy a very nice house.

In this way, Fang Qiu should no longer need to rent a place.

When it comes time to choose a new house, she insists that Fang Qiu choose one that is close to the Hall of Rebirth.

Then we can play together more often.

There's no need to go out and have fun together, and worry about whether Fang Qiu got home safely when we part ways at night.

Sanmi can go and play with Tingyu now.

Upon hearing Hu Tao's voice, Zhong Li turned around and said calmly, "I spent ten million Mora to bid for the winning poem in the poetry competition. Generally speaking, the original manuscript of this poem is worth far more than that. However, the other wealthy businessmen gave me some face and did not bid too much against me. I have brought the poem back, and I still need to take it to Wanwen Collection tomorrow. Would you like to take a look?"

Upon hearing Zhongli's words, Hu Tao's smile froze instantly. After a long silence, she finally asked with wide eyes:

What...did you just say?

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P.S.: I just said I'd try to update more chapters, and then I got a fever...

I took my medicine this afternoon and slept all afternoon...

Chapter 192 Fang Qiu's New Book "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 4" (Two Chapters Combined)

"Mmm...ah...um..."

Fang Qiu lay in bed, and as her soft red lips parted slightly, soft murmurs, like orchids in a secluded valley, would occasionally echo in the room.

Her eyes were closed, her brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat covered her slightly pale face.

After a long while, until her body shifted restlessly a couple of times, she finally opened her eyes with difficulty.

"Finally awake..."

Looking at the familiar ceiling, Fang Qiu breathed a long sigh of relief, her beautiful eyes filled with lingering fear.

She had a nightmare in which she came to a peach blossom forest by boat. The forest stretched for hundreds of paces along the banks, with no other trees, only fragrant grass and fallen petals.

She continued forward and came to a mountain with a small opening. She abandoned the boat and entered through the opening, which was initially very narrow, barely wide enough for a person to pass through.

So she went into the cave.

At first it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. After walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

However, the cave was not a paradise, but a huge empty space filled with countless coffins, and hanging from the cave ceiling were countless bloody corpses.

"Tick tock."

Fresh blood kept dripping onto the coffin lid, and then pools of blood accumulated on the ground.

This wasn't a big deal. Just a nightmare.

However, she was experiencing sleep paralysis, the kind where it was very difficult to breathe, and she seemed to have no doubt that she might die in her sleep.

After a long struggle, she finally woke up from her sleep.

However, at the same time, she also felt a little strange.

I haven't read any horror novels or listened to any horror stories recently.

How did I suddenly start experiencing sleep paralysis...?

Could it be that he is possessed by an evil spirit?

"Meow."

Just as Fang Qiu was wondering, a cat's meow suddenly came from her chest.

Ok?

Fang Qiu was slightly taken aback, and her gaze unconsciously shifted downwards.

I noticed that my blanket had somehow slipped to the side, leaving me completely exposed to the air. I guessed I had kicked it off during a nightmare.

A white cat was lying on her chest, squeezing her proud, snow-white breasts until they were deformed.

All right.

Does she now know why she experienced sleep paralysis?

So it was this guy who did it...

Fang Qiu helplessly picked up Tingyu, who showed no remorse, from his chest, and her deformed chest returned to normal.

No wonder I couldn't breathe; it was all its doing.

I picked Tingyu up and put her on the desk, then looked at her cat bowl and realized there was no food left.

This guy jumped onto my chest just to urge me to get up and cook...

After tidying up my messy hair and washing up, I...

"You idiot, all you do is eat and sleep."

Fang Qiu poured the cat food into the cat bowl, then took a snack and walked to the window.

Open the window, and a burst of bright sunlight streamed into the room.

The weather is nice.

It seemed to be morning.

"Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed since the Lunar New Year."

Fang Qiu stretched vigorously.

After the festival, Liyue returned to its usual tranquility.

Many big things have happened these days.

For example, Xiangling won the championship in the culinary competition and became famous in Liyue.

The chef named Yanxiao was also very strong; even someone as strong as Xiangling could only barely win.

This made Fang Qiu realize once again how wise her decision to write a book instead of opening a restaurant had been.

Besides that, there was also the matter of "Shuidiao Getou". Hu Tao told her some good news and some bad news.

The good news is that at the auction, "Shuidiao Getou" fetched a whopping ten million Mora.

The bad news is that the person who bought the painting "Shuidiao Getou" was Zhongli, a guest elder of their Wangsheng Hall, and the bill was even recorded in Wangsheng Hall's accounts...

However, although Mora was heartbroken about losing ten million, she still waived the ten million and then gave the painting "Shuidiao Getou" directly to the Hall of Rebirth.

That poem is still hanging in the Heyu Tea House for people to view and appreciate.

It is said that there are four guards for twelve hours a day, and they change shifts every three hours.

Fang Qiu never expected that a poem could fetch such a price at auction, but even so, she had no intention of making money by writing poetry.

There are many reasons. First, she was copying poems from her previous life. In fact, she didn't even understand the most basic rhyming. Although she had a lot of poems in her head, many of them had historical backgrounds. It would be easy for her to expose herself if she just randomly used them.

There are very few that are on par with Shui Diao Ge Tou and also suitable for Liyue.