I write novels in Liyue

She didn't have many things.

Aside from some daily necessities, clothes, and books, all that's left is what Tingyu needs.

It was all moved out very quickly.

After saying goodbye to the landlord and neighbors, they pulled their cart all the way to their new home.

The move went exceptionally smoothly.

After moving her things, they bought a batch of daily necessities together and then arranged the room for her.

Fang Qiu had wanted to invite them to dinner to thank them, but everyone was busy, so they had to postpone it.

After they left.

After sitting on the corridor in the courtyard for a while, Fang Qiu and Shen He also set off to go shopping to choose a Lantern Festival gift for Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun.

Shen He originally wanted to give Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun a copy of "Hotarubi no Mori e" as a gift, but Fang Qiu decisively rejected it.

This doesn't seem right at all...

However, Fang Qiu wasn't quite sure what the immortal liked, so he didn't know what to give as a gift and could only choose to give some food.

In any case, sending food is always a safe bet.

Chapter 259 The look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them cannot be hidden (Part 2)

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

It was morning.

The streets of Liyue were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the chilly weather did not dampen the atmosphere of the Lantern Festival.

The streets were bustling with people, and vendors on both sides of the street were enthusiastically hawking their wares.

The atmosphere of the Lantern Festival is very strong.

There was a knock on the door.

Fang Qiu, buried under the white velvet sheets, struggled to open her eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling.

She propped herself up with her hands, her delicate body weak, and looked around at the luxurious interior with a somewhat bewildered expression.

The room features a desk and bookcase meticulously crafted from the finest Quesha wood, which is said to be impervious to wind and rain and last for centuries; a bed made from the dream wood imported from Inazuma, which is said to induce warm, spring-like dreams; and the room is filled with the subtle fragrance of glass lilies and soft carpets on the floor.

Everything about the room exudes understated luxury.

Outside the window, birds are singing and flowers are blooming.

Fang Qiu sat on the bed, dazed and confused for a while, until the warmth of the blankets on her body dissipated and she shivered from the cold before she came to her senses.

Oh right...

I've already moved.

I'm still getting used to the new place.

Things are still relatively good now.

The day after she moved, when she woke up in bed, her first thought was, "Could I have been kidnapped?"

I quickly checked to make sure I was dressed properly.

Thankfully, Shen He didn't see it, or it would have been incredibly embarrassing.

Fang Qiu stretched, rubbed his sleepy eyes, got out of bed, and went to open the door in his slippers.

"Shen He, is something the matter?"

When Fang Qiu opened the door, she saw that besides Shen He, there were two other people standing outside.

One is a traveler, the other is Paimon.

"Traveler, Paimon, what brings you here?"

Fang Qiu was taken aback.

"Fang Qiu, you look so cute in this outfit, don't you think, Traveler?"

Paimon praised.

"Yes, very cute."

Ying nodded.

Fang Qiu awkwardly brushed it off, because changing clothes would take a long time, and she was wearing panda pajamas, so she went to sit down in the hall with the traveler, Paimon, and Shen He, and then brewed them a pot of tea.

"Why are you here so early in the morning? Is there something you need?"

Fang Qiu took a sip of hot tea to warm himself up and then asked.

"It's nothing serious."

Paimon said, "Miss Ningguang asked us for a favor today..."

Thus, through Paimon's explanation, Fang Qiu roughly understood their purpose.

Seeing that Keqing was extremely strict with herself and others, to the point of being overly involved and working too hard, Miss Ningguang wanted the Traveler to persuade Keqing to stop.

So they went to Zhongli, a man of great knowledge and experience, at the Hall of Rebirth.

Zhongli told them that it would be best to find a story that would move Keqing and then incorporate that story into the story.

So, when they passed by, they stopped by to ask her for some material.

"So, Miss Fang Qiu, do you have any experiences with this type of food? This looks so delicious!"

Paimon took a bite of the sugar-filled pastry, his eyes shining with sweetness, and asked.

"Stories about exhaustion..."

Fang Qiu paused for a moment, then said with a slightly strange expression, "Then I'll tell you a... um... story I've heard before."

"Fang Qiu, you speak."

Paimon nodded.

"There was a new novelist who became a bestseller with just the first volume. But to make money, he started writing day and night, eating and sleeping all day. Soon, he released the second volume, which also sold very well. So, he worked even harder, and the third volume came out quickly. However, the sales of the third volume were much worse. In order to stabilize the sales, he began to squeeze out his sleep time and wrote even more frantically. But the sales of the fourth and fifth volumes were worse and worse, until eventually, no one cared about them anymore, and his books never became hits again."

Fang Qiu thought for a moment and then said.

"Why? Shouldn't the faster the follow-up episodes are released, the more popular they will be?"

After hearing Fang Qiu's story, Paimon was somewhat puzzled.

"If quality is maintained, that is indeed the case."

Fang Qiu said.

"I understand."

Ying said.

"Traveler, what do you understand?"

Paimon asked, puzzled.

"That author was writing day and night, which led to physical exhaustion. In addition, he wrote too fast and didn't think much about the plot, so he couldn't guarantee the quality of the book. As a result, the quality of each volume was worse than the last, and in the end, he completely lost his ability to write."

Ying said.

"Yes, that's why we say that haste makes waste, and too much of anything is bad. Only by balancing work and rest can we work better."

Fang Qiu nodded.

She had originally planned to give an example of her previous life when she died suddenly from staying up all night writing, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized it wasn't appropriate.

Putting aside the question of whether it's appropriate to drag out one's past life and whip its corpse, talking about death during the Lantern Festival is also considered unlucky.

It's not really appropriate to use it to tell stories to other people.

"I see, I understand now."

Paimon nodded thoughtfully and said, "We've got this story in mind."

After they finished telling their stories, they sat together and chatted for a while.

"We still need to go to Qunyu Pavilion to find Ke Qing, so we won't stay any longer. See you later."

After chatting for a while, Paimon and Ying spoke.

"Well, walk slowly."

Fang Qiu and Shen He got up and saw them off.

After they left, Shen He looked at her and said, "It's about time, let's go to Jueyun Pavilion."

"Ah."

Fang Qiu nodded.

She wasn't really keen on going...

Although she was very curious to see what the blessings of the immortals were like.

That feeling of standing in front of a cliff, watching the clouds drift by...

Moreover, True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng was quite friendly to her.

But before Lord Liuyun borrowed the wind, he took her book back to his immortal abode to read it...

She was a little scared.

However, if Shen He goes back to visit Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun and asks why she didn't come with him to visit him, it will be a bit awkward...

no way.

She had no choice but to go to Jueyun with Shen He.

She carried Tingyu all the way towards the Hall of Rebirth, wanting to ask Hu Tao to take care of Tingyu.

However, when they arrived at the Hall of Rebirth, they were told that Hu Tao was not there; she had gone out with the learned Mr. Zhongli.

If you want to find her, you can go to Sanwanbugugang to find her. Fang Qiu asked Yi Guan to take care of Tingyu.

The young lady-in-waiting readily agreed.