Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

On the day of the Sea Lantern Festival, the whole world celebrates.

Su Ping did not report to Qianyan Police Station that morning because the centurion gave him and the brothers who were patrolling tonight a day off.

However, after eating the New Year's Eve dinner, Su Ping still had to go back and take over the shifts of the brothers who were patrolling during the day. This way, the time would not be too different and everyone could have the New Year's Eve dinner.

The grocery store, the pastry shop, and the houses in the courtyard were all posted with bright red spring couplets and red lanterns hung at the door, creating an atmosphere of joy.

On this day, Ningguang did not get up before dawn and rush out, but got up after dawn.

After breakfast, the man and four women gathered at the tea table. There was no stove, so they didn't need to warm up, but at least they could chat about trivial matters and family matters.

Then Bai Wen made the excuse that there was something stewing in the pot upstairs and went upstairs, and never came down again.

Not long after, Bai Xiao forcefully pulled Bai Shi away, and only a man and a woman were left in the shop. They looked at each other and talked.

Such as the interesting things that are not confidential on the Qianyan Army's side, and the recent advantages Ningguang has gained in business. Although they lived in the same place these days, they only had time to meet briefly.

Su Ping held the teacup in his right hand and said slowly, "Sister Ningguang, what is the meaning of letting these three people leave?"

“Isn’t it because you shared what you had with them that they left?” Ningguang closed her eyes slightly and smiled faintly.

"It's not me."

"That's not me either."

The two men looked at each other, one drinking tea silently, and the other flipping through the account book, but the tea seemed not as good as the person in front of him, and the income in the account was not as good as the person in front of him, either.

Ningguang, who is tough in business and always keeps her word, doesn't even want to look at the basic account book at this moment.

Because the boy's face, brows, and expression changes were so irresistible in her eyes, she couldn't help but stare at him, motionless.

She was like this, and so was Su Ping. The woman had smooth white hair, red eyes like peach blossoms falling into water, delicate but not gaudy red lips, and was gentle and mature.

As she was watching, someone almost dropped the teacup in his hand, and he hurriedly leaned over to catch it. When he did so, his waist bent down, and the head that the woman originally had to raise her hand high to reach was now right in front of her.

Ningguang, adhering to the principle of never giving up when there is an opportunity, placed one hand on the man's head and smiled sweetly, "Little brother, are you thinking of throwing yourself into my arms now?"

Su Ping's head was pressed down, so he did not stand up immediately. Instead, he carefully observed the pair of slender legs and the icy and delicate bones that were so close to him. He had a specific image of them in his mind.

He was a man after all. No matter how pure and selfless he was, when facing the woman in front of him, he had no iron wall to break down. Instead, he "fighted back" naturally.

“Sister Ningguang, it’s rude not to reciprocate, don’t blame me!” Su Ping put the teacup back on the table, then put his hands on the other person’s legs, as if he were a god in the world, feeling extremely happy.

It feels warm to the touch, as if embracing the finest jade; but when you rub it carefully, you can taste a different meaning. It is more delicate than jade and has the vitality of a living person.

Ningguang's cheeks flushed slightly. She leaned forward slightly and said softly, "Little brother, I thought you were different from other men in the world and that you could endure loneliness. I never thought you would also covet such things!"

“Sister Ningguang, no matter how different I am, I am not an immortal who drinks dew and eats clouds. With such a beautiful thing right before my eyes, how can I keep my mind from thinking about it or touching it?” Su Ping said, his hands still stroking it.

I guess he felt anxious because he had lived most of his life without a woman by his side. As for the words "there is still a lot of time left", he had long forgotten about them.

What was the case in the past does not necessarily mean what is the case now. Good or bad, right or wrong, requires multiple opinions before a decision can be made.

Ningguang pretended to be angry and said, "Don't forget, Confucianism says that you are breaking the precepts!"

Su Ping smiled helplessly and said, "Confucianism teaches people to abide by etiquette, rather than setting complicated rules for themselves. Besides, this is a gift from Sister Ningguang, so how can I not cherish it? But if it was someone else, I wouldn't want it."

"You said it was a gift from my sister, but you are a Thousand Rocks Army soldier, can't you even break free from the hand of a delicate woman like me?"

"This has nothing to do with strength, because Sister Ningguang is Sister Ningguang, and I, Su Ping, am Su Ping, so this is how we are!"

"What does it mean?"

“It’s a match made in heaven!”

"Little brother, you have learned bad habits. You always gave in to your sister before, and you have never been so competitive."

"If Sister Ningguang doesn't like it, I can certainly change it, but this is an important moment, please don't blame me, Sister Ningguang!"

"Humph, you lecher."

"It's also thanks to Sister Ningguang that she wore a cheongsam today, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see such a beautiful scene and realize that we should enjoy life while we can!"

Ningguang loosened her grip and said repeatedly, "Forget it, forget it. You should get up first. It's not good to stay curled up like this all the time."

Su Ping stood up reluctantly, but he didn't dare to sit up straight. He still bent his waist, glanced away, adjusted his breathing, and concentrated his mind.

Ningguang was stunned at first, then she realized the reason. The light blush suddenly became much darker, as bright and beautiful as blood.

Su Ping's face was also burning hot, but it was not obvious. He looked at the bustling scene outside the door, coughed twice, and asked, "Sister Ningguang, how about going out for a walk later?"

"Okay." Ningguang stood up and walked to both sides. Seeing that no one was following her, she turned back and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Su Ping repeated helplessly: "I... need to wait a moment."

Ningguang's face turned even redder, but she couldn't help laughing. Her delicate body trembled like branches, and her snow-capped peaks, which had been lying obediently under her clothes, trembled even more violently.

The graceful curves and touching voice lingered in Su Ping's mind for a long time. He sighed that he could only stay a little longer before going out.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Ping drank cup after cup of tea, then got up and went back to his room, putting on a loose coat that covered the yellow uniform of the Qianyan Army and could also hold some money.

Then he took out the star-shaped conch bracelet that he had kept there. The red rope on it had been repaired and looked brand new.

When Su Ping came out, the two conches on his left hand made a ding-dong sound, which attracted Ningguang's attention. She smacked her lips and spoke slowly.

"So you kept it all the time."

"Yes, I thought of keeping it at home, but it became my bracelet. I went on study tours and climbed Mount Tianheng. Basically, wherever I go, the bracelet is there."

Ningguang crossed her arms and said calmly, "It's a pity that I ate that piece of Mora meat many years ago, otherwise I could have kept it as a souvenir."

"The food itself cannot be kept. Besides, the person is still alive, which is better than anything else!" Su Ping said, and took the woman's hand.

Ningguang's eyes flashed, and she let her lead, secretly amazed in her heart. She wanted this guy to be more proactive, but she didn't want things to develop too quickly, because she really liked this process, so she didn't want it to go by too fast.

It was very contradictory and difficult to describe, but it was real. This was what Ningguang was thinking. She didn't know if it was right or not. After all, it was just her wishful thinking.

On Chihuyan Street, there was a storyteller who had just been on stage. He was telling the story of the King of Rock with eloquent voice and every word was brilliant.

The young couple who came out of the commercial street sat down in "Three Bowls and You're Good to Go", which used to be a teahouse but is now a pub, but the storytellers and stories never stop.

I ordered a serving of rice dumplings made with fermented lees and a pot of liquor, which were placed on the table. I took a sip occasionally while listening to the earth-shaking stories, which was quite interesting.

After the storyteller finished this passage, the next story was not about the era of immortals and demons, but the story of a modern Confucian scholar.

And it is not about the life of this person, but about the story of how he came to this place which used to be a teahouse and is now a tavern to listen to storytelling.

"It was a clear, cloudless day. The seven-year-old scholar who wrote poetry that moved Yangang, along with his three fellow students, came here with the interest of listening to storytelling..."

Some people in the tavern understood everything clearly, some were still confused and had no idea who was being talked about, and some were still immersed in the Emperor's story and couldn't extricate themselves.

"One of the Confucian scholar's fellow students, sympathizing with his young age and weakness, found a seat for him and pretended to be a brother to ask the mother and son who were sitting there..."

At this point, someone also realized who the person in the story in the book was. He turned around to look at the boy sitting at the same table, smiled but said nothing.

Su Ping continued to drink without changing his expression when Ningguang looked at him like this, but he still lost the battle. “Sister Ningguang, why are you always looking at me?”

"In ancient times, people could identify people by their voices. Now, I can judge people by their stories, which makes me feel relaxed both physically and mentally!" Ningguang's eyes were half closed, with a hint of affection in her eyes.

Su Ping said awkwardly: "I don't know where this story came from. This is the first time I heard it today."

“Then according to you, who might have spread this story?” Ningguang asked with a raised eyebrow.

Su Ping said without hesitation: "Nan Zhangsheng."

"The young boss of Chunxiang Kiln?" Ningguang murmured according to her impression, "It is indeed possible."

Su Ping drank a glass of soju, shook his head and smiled, "But this statement is quite accurate. The image of Brother Ziyou is very accurate."

Ningguang smiled and said, "I think that sensible young scholar is even more adorable. It's a pity that it was too late and I didn't get to see it with my own eyes."

Su Ping blinked his eyes. "Sister Ningguang doesn't like to rub other people's faces, does she?"

"That depends on the situation. If it's that young scholar, of course he would play with it and hold it all day long." Ningguang smiled slightly.

Su Ping felt a chill in his heart, then he secretly rejoiced and muttered to himself: "Fortunately, I have changed now, otherwise it would be troublesome."

"Indeed, that's not a big deal. But Sister didn't say that she only likes those with cute little faces. In fact, pretty faces are also acceptable, but only at certain times."

"No way……"

"Just kidding, you are so timid!"

"This has nothing to do with courage, it's about face!"