In Yuanshen, no one understands holy relics better than me

Smell it, there is a faint fragrance.

It seems that when Qunyu Pavilion was in a coma, someone wiped it for him.

Then just take a shower, mainly just change a pair of underwear.

dong dong——

There was a knock on the door of the bathroom, and Mona's treacherous voice came: "Do you want me to wipe your back? It's free!"

Xia Tian tugged at the towel, and reluctantly declined: "I'm in pretty bad shape today, let me slow down for two days."

His back was against the door, and she was close to it. There was only a layer of oil paper between the two, and the black outline could be seen.

Mona played her temper arrogantly: "What are you thinking about! I'm not a woman who is dissatisfied with desires and thinks about it every day...at least I will give you a day off."

Just one day.

It is really a bodhisattva heart.

……

The line of sight came to the port, the shore where Qunyu Pavilion was docked, and as the sun set and the moon brightened, the bonfire ignited everyone's hearts.

Ningguang invited quite a few guests, besides those who needed to thank and apologize as she said before, there were also those brave and fearless Qianyan Army for the safety of the people of Liyue.

Qunyu Pavilion is very big, but it can't accommodate so many people, so the banquet was divided into two areas.

On the beach near the shore, the soldiers of Qianyan Army, the workers of Yuehai Pavilion, and the employees of Qixing Bamen gathered together.

Obviously, after a disaster, there is a need to let off steam.

Before the appointed time for the banquet arrived, with Ning Guang's acquiescence, the celebration had already begun on the shore.

The most important thing in a banquet is wine.

Liyue's wine, Mond's wine, and wines of various flavors from other countries are available.

There are not many days when you can open up and drink like this, so you should indulge yourself.

The second most important thing is food.

The stove was directly set up on the beach, and the red light flickered in an instant, and the fire was fully fired.

A few minutes later, the fragrance came out wantonly, out of control until it enveloped the entire Liyue Port.

When Ning Guang smelled the fragrance, she realized that she had been negligent.

The Jade Pavilion had been hanging high in the sky before, and although they had never held any banquets, they would occasionally have a gluttonous appetite, so they would make some barbecues on the platform.

The fragrance is flying high in the sky, even if it falls to the mortal world, it will be blown away by the wind long ago, so naturally it cannot float into Liyue Wan's house.

But at the port right now, facing the sea breeze, the scent is so enticing that it is overcrowded in no time.

Ningguang stands in Qunyu Pavilion, ordinary people can't come up, and they don't dare to go up, but the banquet for food and drink on the shore has been completely surrounded.

"Don't worry! Everyone has it, everyone has it!"

Among the crowd, the energetic voice could be heard, it was Xiang Ling.

As a chef, she was invited by Ningguang.

The Wanmin Hall naturally serves the people, and this must not be forgotten at any time.

She generously handed over the highest stage of culinary skills - Ningguang's private banquet to the master chefs of Xinyuexuan and Liuliting.

Xiangling's words made the people who came smelling excited, and they seemed to be out of control. Even the Qianyan army had to put down their wine and food and began to maintain order.

Baishi stopped the people who rushed up, and Chao Xiangling, who had a headache, complained: "How can this be done, I am completely unprepared..."

"Hehe." Xiangling giggled, raised the shovel, took away the small pot, replaced it with a large pot, and shouted: "Change to a large pot, let's use a large pot to fry... the rice crust, continue to breathe fire!"

The red light shone on her face, and those who didn't know it thought it was the demon from hell who instructed the little ghost.

Master Mao came over carrying the ingredients and slapped her on the forehead: "There are not enough ingredients! You pay for the excess!"

"Eh? Tianquan is so rich, you won't be missing." Xiangling didn't believe her father's nonsense.

She has never spoken to Ningguang, but only met a few times from a distance.

Occasionally, Ning Guang, who came to Huyan for business, would pass by Wanmin Hall... But no matter how delicious Xiangling's food was, or how many people praised it, she never came in, nor tasted it.

Just look in from outside the door, look at it for a while, and then leave.

From Xiangling's point of view, this strange phenomenon must be such a high-ranking person who feels that it is a shame to come to Wanmintang for dinner, so he is attracted by the taste and is unwilling to come in.

After all, the rich and powerful would not be willing to sit at the same table with ordinary people, would they?

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Yuheng Xingqing, and Lord Ganyu of Yuehai Pavilion, they get along very well...

There is no harm without comparison.

Therefore, Xiangling doesn't like Ningguang, at least she didn't like it once.

But Master Mao is different.

Every time Ning Guang passed by, he would smile, neither saying hello nor stepping forward to greet him.

Once Xiangling asked incomprehensibly, Dad touched her head and told her:

"Master Tianquan, he used to be a frequent visitor too!"

"Before you grew up, before she became Tianquan, but she came to eat with us every day... Think about it, it was already ten years ago."

Xiangling was at a loss: "Then after she became Tianquan, didn't she like Wanmintang? Did she think Wanmintang didn't taste good?"

Master Mao smiled and did not answer. After a long silence, he said: "The reason why Wanmintang can continue to operate at a low price is largely due to the private funding of Lord Tianquan... We must thank him."

I don't understand why you didn't come.

I don't understand why it is funded.

Perhaps, adults have their own difficulties.

Chapter 290 The Meeting of Ningguang and Zhongli

Thinking in my heart, my hands are busy, and the mouth of the pot is not idle.

As the Xiangling stir-fry vigorously, more and more people came looking for the taste, and more and more people came looking for the excitement...

Most of the family members of Qianyan Army are among them, and they also want to have fun with their families.

Just when Qianyan Army didn't know whether to welcome or stop, a representative finally came forward to speak.

"Master Tianquan said it! Everyone enjoy the wine and food to their heart's content, everything tonight will be paid for by her old man!"

"She also ordered, all food stall owners and restaurant owners, please come to Yunlai Coast to provide more and better services for this Liyue Feast!"

"All raw materials and all labor costs will be borne by Lord Tianquan!"

"Zhenhai", who stood guard for Qunyu Pavilion all the year round, received Ningguang's order and announced it loudly with a thick voice.

His face was filled with joy, finally having the opportunity to get together with his brothers.

"Oh! Thank you, Lord Tianquan!" Everyone cheered in unison, resounding through the sky.

Ever since, this banquet, which was originally Ningguang's private thanksgiving, turned into Quan Liyue's carnival.

The scheduled business banquet was canceled due to the death of the emperor, and those ingredients that could not be processed were finally able to come in handy.

It not only wins people's hearts, but also solves the crisis of food waste. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

The beach of Yunlaihai is not spacious, but the coastline is very long.

As those food stall owners set up their stalls like a relay and ignited their stoves, a brand new food street was born.

This is a feast that has never been seen before. To achieve it, financial resources and status are indispensable, and only Ningguang can do it.

The military and civilians have fun together, and the whole city has a carnival.

Zhongli, as the representative of the Hall of Rebirth invited by Ningguang, stood on the edge of Qunyu Pavilion with the sea breeze behind his back.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help showing a gratified smile... It's really not easy to stare at that girl.

There are footsteps in the ear, and the soles of the high heels are hitting the blue slate. It is the host of this banquet.

"Mr. Zhongli, you are really punctual. I thought you were busy, so you wouldn't come."

Previously, I heard that there was a new guest in the Hall of Rebirth, and they all said that he was knowledgeable about Liyue's customs and culture, as well as the history and traditions.

If there were only one or two who praised him like this, Ning Guang would just take it as a way of spending money to make a good statement, and wanted to spread some good words around her in order to get an official position.

But more and more words of praise aroused her curiosity.

I wanted to make an appointment several times, but the reply I got was that I was either busy or missing...

Neither humble nor overbearing, Zhongli nodded and responded: "There was something at home a few days ago, please take care of me."

The address of the two people is very special, the noble Tianquan took the initiative to call "you", but this Ke Qing usually called "you".

Ning Guang faintly felt a sense of oppression, and he couldn't even speak as freely as usual: "...Speaking of which, this is the first time I've met Your Excellency, right?"

Zhong Li didn't hesitate to think: "Six days ago, I met you at the "Invitation to the Immortals"... If we met formally, it was indeed the first time. "

Such an excellent person, if he is in the crowd, he must be more beautiful than the forest, and he can be found easily.

But Ningguang has no impression, it seems that only in front of his eyes can he confirm the real existence of the guest named "Zhongli".

"I don't have much impression... I'm really sorry." Ning Guang apologized.

"Don't worry about it." Zhongli simply replied with four words.

But it made Ningguang feel like thunder... Why can this person talk to me, who is Tianquan, with a higher attitude?

Whether in the political or business world, Ningguang has a pivotal position, and a random order can make people rich or ruin their families.

Even if not everyone wants to flatter, at least they are respectful on the surface.

And this Mr. Zhongli in front of him, although he is not rude, but there is absolutely no respect at all...

The way he speaks, the attitude he speaks, seems to be... an emperor?

His complexion changed, and a large number of thoughts in his mind were connected into a thread.

Before becoming the guest minister of the Hall of Death, there was no news of the person in front of him.

In the report that Ningguang dispatched urgently just now, there is Zhongli's household registration booklet, which states that he is related to the No. 70 fifth-generation hall master of the Past Life Hall, and he returned to Liyue two years ago to recognize his relatives and settle down...

But all his information is only recorded in the last few months... Before that, it was completely blank.

The Hall of Resurrection has a special status, neither belongs to the General Affairs Department, nor belongs to the Seven Stars and Eight Sects, and it is not easy to ask about many things.

It just appeared suddenly with a blank past on the grounds of looking for relatives. Either this person is a spy sent by another country, or this person is a certain fairy who has just entered the mortal world.

If it was a fairy, who would he... be?

Ningguang didn't dare to think about it, and said as if chatting: "Earlier, I heard that a guest minister came to the Hall of Rebirth, and he was very meticulous about Liyue's customs, history, and culture... I also understand these things. I'm very interested, and I want to ask "Mr." for advice. "

"Sir" is a neutral word, and it can be used for anyone regardless of gender out of respect, such as Mr. Li, Mr. Wang...

But if you don't include a surname, you can directly address him with the word "Sir"... In Liyue, it is called "Disciple Li".

It is the respectful title of the disciples to the teacher.

Quan Liyue, who knows the tradition best, has a slightly strange expression when she senses this change.

"I do know a little bit, but I dare not say I know it all. I just like reading and listening to books, so I know a little more than ordinary people."

As a god, he can reduce his presence in the eyes of others through some secret methods.

Whether it's him who wants to wander around the world, or Barbatos who has been scattered for hundreds of years... As a long-lived species, in the long history, it is inevitable to do something worthy of being remembered by future generations.

Once it is remembered, it will be terrible, and it will be difficult to appear with the same appearance and identity again.

So you have to learn to reduce the sense of existence, for example, Barbatos, the god of wind, together with the original lion tooth knight "Vanessa", overthrew the rule of the feudal aristocracy, but in the end only the ballads praising Vanessa remained .

During that period of history, bards seemed to be just passers-by.

With the help of this suspended animation, Zhong Li thought that he could temporarily let go of this means of hindering his normal life, and be a thorough and down-to-earth guest at the Guisheng Hall, or even open a small shop or try other jobs...

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, he was targeted... Hey, it is so difficult to be an ordinary person.

The dignified emperor was actually a little nervous. He was a little worried that if Ning Guang exposed his disguise in public, what should he do?

But looking at Ningguang's originally pale face, his normal smile returned.

With gestures and gestures, the tone and vocabulary became more respectful, and he asked: "Then, what does "Sir" think about "The Emperor's Immortal Passing away"?Do you also think Liyue would be better under the rule of man? "