I write novels in Liyue

Fallen leaves flutter down.

Looking out the window, Zhongli remained silent for a long time before turning his gaze back to his book.

As Zhongli read the book, which contained the passage about Liu Bei weeping and mourning for Guan Yu, he couldn't help but sigh.

In Fang Qiu's extremely repressed words, he seemed to see his past self.

The War of the Demon Gods, the War of Kanria.

Although he had no intention of vying for power, he was aware of the suffering of the common people.

I only wish to cleanse the four directions, and protect this corner of the floating world.

To achieve these two short sentences, we paid a very high price.

Too many of his followers died one by one, just like Guan Yu.

Now that the chaos has ended, he is almost entirely alone in this vast Liyue...

In the book, Zhang Fei once said that once the world was at peace, the three brothers would return to Peach Garden and have a drink together.

Just like the several yakshas he once commanded, except for Xiao, they all said that once the war was over, they would live the lives of ordinary people.

The future they envisioned is no longer possible...

He likes to climb to a high point at night to look out over Liyue Harbor.

As he watches the lights of every home come on, he often thinks that if his comrades who fought alongside him were still alive, they would surely be smiling for the Liyue Harbor of today.

When Liu Bei restores the Han Dynasty and revitalizes the country in the future, he will surely, like himself, climb to a high place and look into the distance, imagining his second brother still by his side, watching the lights of the city's myriad homes with him, and the country enjoying peace and prosperity...

Thinking of this, he let out another long sigh.

The wind is still blowing outside the window.

A green leaf was blown down, swirling in the air before finally falling into the river, creating ripples, and then the river flowed slowly forward.

That green leaf also disappeared into the long river.

The story continues, and the wind keeps blowing.

It was a mighty and unstoppable force.

It blows through the streets and alleys.

The wind ruffled Uncle Tian's white hair as he sat on a rock with Zhiyi, chatting and laughing while fishing.

It brushed past Keqing's clothes as she explained engineering principles to the designers.

Finally, it landed on Ningguang, who was standing on the terrace of the Qunyu Pavilion, holding a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

"Diplomatic matters require utmost caution; decisions should never be made hastily."

As Ningguang read the book about Zhang Zhao and Sun Quan's discussion, bathed in sunlight, she murmured to herself.

In the book, Guan Yu insulted Sun Quan, and Sun Quan, in a fit of rage, killed Guan Yu.

In her view, this was not a wise move.

With Jingzhou acquired, the strength of Wei, Shu, and Wu was once again balanced, forming a tripartite balance of power.

Liu Bei was unable to advance eastward, so he sailed down the Yangtze River, posing a threat to Jianye, the capital of Eastern Wu.

Moreover, Guan Yu's setback greatly boosted the morale of the Wu army.

If Sun Quan had kept Guan Yu, not only could he have gained more benefits in return, but he could have also avoided a complete falling out with Liu Bei, and the two sides could have continued their alliance against Cao Cao.

Even if this alliance isn't that strong.

You must learn to be patient until things come to a head.

Sometimes, substance is more important than appearance.

We must broaden our perspective.

"Fang Qiu, this girl, really knows a lot."

Ningguang looked in the direction where Fang Qiu lived, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips as she muttered to herself, "However, I need to think of a way to not only make her work for me in the entertainment and business world, but also to vigorously develop her talents in other areas."

Fang Qiu, who was fast asleep hugging her blanket, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Fang Qiu was immediately awakened.

She quickly turned around and found nothing strange behind her. Instead, a sliver of sunlight shone into the room, making the whole room warm and cozy.

Even when listening to the rain, one lies in the sunlight, basking in the sun.

"Sleep a little longer, and then we'll take the blankets out to air them at noon."

Fang Qiu stretched, straightened her nightgown which had slipped down to her waist, and then lay back down in her comfortable bed.

Although it was strange that I had felt a chill in my sleep, there was a talisman left by Shen He in the room after all.

No ghosts will try to break in...

Speaking of Shenhe...

Why isn't Shen He back yet...?

Once the Traveler returns from Mondstadt, should I go to the Laminaria with the Traveler and Paimon...?

Ok……

That's the decision...

But when will they return to Liyue...?

Life without a cell phone is really troublesome...

Thinking this, Fang Qiu fell asleep again.

At this moment, Mondstadt.

Deer hunter.

"Damn it, damn it! Fang Qiu! Hilichurl! Waaaaah, Guan Yu is dead."

Paimon wiped away his tears while stomping his feet and cursing.

After scolding Fang Qiu, she turned to Wendy and said, "Waaah, you busker! You said you'd only treat me to breakfast, but you ordered grilled pork chops!"

"Hey, why are you taking your anger out on me? It was Fang Qiu who wrote Guan Yu's death, not me."

Wendy said innocently, "Besides, when you asked me to help buy the books, you didn't say that I couldn't have roast pork for breakfast."

"you……"

Paimon was speechless for a moment.

"This grilled pork rib is really delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with plenty of fat. Traveler, thank you for the treat."

Wendy cut the steak with her knife and fork, put it in her mouth, and her delicate lips were stained with a layer of oil.

Then he cut off another piece and asked, "Paymon, do you want some?"

"want!"

Paimon quickly replied.

aside.

"As expected, in Paimon's eyes, there is no sadness that food cannot wash away."

Ying glanced helplessly at Paimon, who had just looked heartbroken, and immediately cheered up.

After saying that, she looked down at the book in her hand, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

As someone with an older brother, she could understand Liu Bei's feelings at that moment.

If something were to happen to her brother, she definitely wouldn't be able to stay calm...

elder brother……

She looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with longing and sorrow.

Chapter 419, "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops," full text recitation (two parts combined)

"Traveler, don't worry, I will definitely help you find your brother."

Paimon, holding Ying's hand, smiled as brightly as the first rays of sunlight and said, "Then, we can read Fang Qiu's books together."

"Paimon, you..."

"How about it? Are you touched? Hehe, then buy me a drink to reward me."

Paimon said with a smile.

"No... I mean you had oil on your hands and you smeared it on mine."

Ying withdrew her hand in disgust, then picked up a towel to wipe her hands and said.

"Ugh, how awful! I was trying to comfort you, and you're actually complaining about me!"

Paimon stomped his foot in anger.

"But I'd like to buy you a drink."

Ying smiled and said, "We'll also add a dessert."

"Alright then, I won't be angry with you anymore."

Paimon was easily satisfied.

"Traveler, what about me?"

Wendy followed up by asking, "I want dandelion liqueur."

As she spoke, she winked.

"A street performer! Who drinks so early in the morning?!"

Paimon said.

"A lot of people drink first thing in the morning, right?"

Wendy tilted her head and said in a serious tone.