I write novels in Liyue

Therefore, for new authors to stand out, they usually have to work on their writing until they have hundreds of thousands or even millions of articles, wait for good recommendations from websites, and then they can start to rise to prominence.

Of course, many new authors don't make it to the point where the website recommends them...

But I am different.

Not to mention that she had struggled to make ends meet for so long in her previous life, she was already a small-time rich woman in this life.

So, just endure it.

Time will prove everything; truly excellent works will not be tarnished simply because they are the work of a newcomer.

If it gets dusty...

that……

Ok……

We'll talk about that later.

Fang Qiu smiled and stretched lazily as she walked home.

Tonight she needs to think carefully about the housekeeper's matter, and also about Hu Tao's birthday.

Speaking of which, I should be able to meet that guest minister Zhongli on Hu Tao's birthday, right?

I've been in Liyue Harbor for so long.

I often heard Hu Tao talk about it, and she often went to the Hall of Rebirth, but she never met the mysterious Zhongli Guest.

According to Hu Tao.

That guest minister named Zhongli was so young, yet he knew everything from astronomy to geography. Apart from not taking Mora with him when he went out, he had basically no bad habits.

Moreover, it is said that the learned and knowledgeable Zhongli Keqing also enjoyed reading her books and highly praised her writing style.

Hu Tao had told her more than once that she suspected her guest might actually be a hermit walking in Liyue Harbor.

Fang Qiu was not surprised by this.

As the saying goes, "A minor hermit lives in the mountains, a major hermit lives in the city."

Some immortals prefer tranquility, so they live in Jueyun Karst, while others prefer liveliness, so they live in Liyue Harbor.

Therefore, it's not entirely unreasonable for a hermit to live in the Hall of Rebirth.

After all, who knows, maybe the people selling beef offal on the roadside just now were Liyue Seven Stars or even a Celestial...

According to the traveler and Xiangling, the master who taught Xiangling spear fighting was an immortal.

During the great battle against the vortex demon god Oser, the immortal known as Granny Ping blessed the traveler with Granny Ping's shockwave.

It is extremely powerful and has outstanding effects.

Moreover, the traveler's and Paimon's Dust Song Pot were also gifts from the fairy Granny Ping.

When Lord Liuyun arrives at Liyue Harbor, I'll ask Hu Tao for help.

With that thought in mind, she made her way home.

Tingyu was fast asleep, lying on the bouncy bomb. Fang Qiu went to the bedroom.

I took a shower.

Looking at the clothes tossed in the bamboo basket, Fang Qiu sighed once again, "We really do need a housekeeper..."

Otherwise, without a washing machine, and since my Divine Eye isn't wind or water type, even doing laundry would be a hassle...

Forget it.

I'll wash it tomorrow.

I'll get some sleep tonight.

So, wrapped in a bath towel, she carried the sleeping Tingyu all the way back to her room.

What Fang Qiu was curious about was that Tingyu was sleeping so soundly that it didn't wake up even when he was holding it.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy's body temperature was normal, his breathing was even, and he didn't seem to be in any discomfort, she would have suspected that something had happened to him...

I guess they're too lazy to bother with me...

Fang Qiu rolled her eyes at Tingyu, placed it next to her pillow, covered it with the blanket, and then walked to the wardrobe, removing the bath towel that was tightly wrapped around her fair body.

As the bath towel was untied, her shapely, soft, and alluring body was immediately exposed to the air.

Fang Qiu stretched gently, then lightly brushed aside the white strands of hair that were draped over her snow-white, perky breasts. She then changed into a set of white lace lingerie and a thin, semi-transparent white nightgown. Fang Qiu then looked at a pair of white stockings in the wardrobe and fell into deep thought.

She quite liked this set of white stockings; there was white lace trim at the cuffs, making it a combination of white stockings and leg rings.

It's very breathable, and I don't feel uncomfortable wearing it in the summer.

Especially on summer nights, it's too hot to cover yourself with a blanket, but you're afraid of catching a cold if you don't.

Stockings are a good choice.

At least when you kick off the blankets, your legs won't get cold.

Unfortunately, it has a drawback...

The problem is that the lace trim is positioned too high, making it easy to rub against the inner thigh when walking, which is very uncomfortable...

I wonder if the designer wasn't very smart...

Therefore, she usually doesn't wear this.

Fang Qiu sighed, took out an ordinary pair of stockings and put them on, then raised her hand and waved it, and a block of ice that faintly exuded cold air appeared in the room.

She quickly slipped into bed and hugged Tingyu.

Chapter 526 Blue Sky, White Clouds, Sea, Cherry Blossoms, Oolong Tea

The lights are magnificent, and the night view is enchanting.

Although night was falling, the streets of Liyue Harbor remained bustling with activity.

Inside the teahouse.

The storyteller recounted the Three Kingdoms period, specifically the story of Guan Yu, the Marquis of Hanshou, who flooded the seven armies, which delighted the tea drinkers.

Cheers erupted continuously.

Downstairs at Wanwenjishe, there's a tavern.

The tavern proprietress leaned against the vermilion door frame, exuding an intellectual beauty.

"Ugh."

She glanced back, sighed softly, and looked somewhat melancholy.

Business is tough...

The liquor is not selling well.

Fang Qiu is really something...

Just as she was feeling a bit worried, a young man came to her door.

"Boss lady, I'd like to buy some wine."

"Alright, please come in, sir."

The proprietress immediately perked up, invited the guests inside, and after inquiring about their requests, she promptly brought them two bottles of strong liquor.

I was puzzled as to why this customer, who seemed so happy, would buy spirits.

Based on her years of experience running a tavern.

Customers who come to buy wine in a good mood usually have something good to do or are having a party.

At times like these, the wines bought are usually mild.

The two types of strong liquor that this young customer bought are usually the kind that novel enthusiasts would buy after being severely ripped off by Fang Qiu.

For example, in the teahouse across the street, the storyteller is eloquently recounting the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, specifically the chapter where Zhuge Liang's campaign ends in failure, his star falling and his soul returning to heaven.

At that moment, countless novel lovers burst into tears and flocked to the tavern to order strong liquor.

What struck her as odd was the strange expression on the customer's face when he bought the alcohol...

Every now and then, a strange smile would appear at the corner of his mouth.

It gives people a feeling that's hard to describe.

expect?

A joke?

Cold?

In short, something felt strange.

However, these two kinds of liquor sound familiar; I feel like I've heard of them somewhere before...

However, she didn't think much of it.

After delivering the wine, the young customer, carrying two bottles, couldn't suppress his smile and hurried away.

Before she could even catch her breath, another young man walked into the tavern.

What puzzled her was that the wine this young man ordered was exactly the same as the two bottles the previous young man had ordered.

Moreover, the young man had a very strange smile on his face.

There's an irrepressible urge to suppress laughter.

They didn't drink in the store either; they just took the alcohol and left.

It's fine once or twice, but this phenomenon actually happened six or seven times in a short period of time.

Everyone bought the same two kinds of alcohol, with suppressed smiles on their faces. After buying their drinks, they left immediately without lingering.

Just as she was beginning to wonder if these young people were buying these two types of wine for some special ceremony, she saw a handsome young man with an extraordinary air, dressed in a dark yellow and black outfit, walking towards her.

"Hmm? Good evening, Mr. Zhongli."

As the proprietress spoke, an absurd idea suddenly occurred to her.

Mr. Zhongli...