Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 359: Feiying has a stiff neck, and the tip of her tail is dipped in tea

When Zhongli entered the teahouse, Yunjin's operatic voice was climbing to the nine-turn high notes of "The Phoenix in the Cloud Tree". Xizhi curled up in his arms, her snow-like fluff rippled by the draft, and the long silver-gray hair on her ear tips trembled with the rhythm. Her sapphire-like pupils suddenly enlarged, reflecting the fluttering sleeves on the stage, the tail tip hanging on the edge of the sandalwood chair, like a bunch of fluffy dandelions sweeping the floor with the rhythm of the melody.

Tea Doctor Liu Su approached with a gilded tea tray, and the tea in the celadon cup swayed with golden ripples as he walked. "Mr. Zhongli, is this the newly acquired Tuan Que?" Before he finished speaking, Xi Zhi suddenly stood up from Zhongli's lap, his front paws grasping the edge of the table, revealing half of his furry face, and two pieces of ginkgo crumbs fell from his ears.

"It's a ragdoll cat." Zhongli's fingertips sank into the fluffy fur on the back of her neck and gently kneaded it, "It's called Xizhi."

The kitten raised its head in response, and the tip of its tail tapped on the rock-patterned wristband. Its glass eyes flashed with the morning light, which reminded Liu Su of the thawing sea in Liyue Harbor in early spring.

"You are quite a reserved lady." Liu Su smiled and took out almond candy, the candy wrapper glowing honey-colored in the sun, "Would you like to try the new goods from Fontaine?"

Xizhi put her nose close to the candy and sniffed it. The pink pads of her flesh hung in the air and opened and closed hesitantly until Zhongli nodded, then she stretched out her plum petal-like claws. Amid the crisp sound of the candy wrapper peeling off, she held the candy with her ears pointed forward, a long snort rolled out of her throat, and her tail wrapped around Zhongli's wrist and drew circles - this was her habit when she expressed extreme pleasure.

When Yunjin stepped down, Xizhi was curled up like a snowball and taking a nap. The lingering sound of the opera tune had not yet faded, and her ears suddenly twitched, and her fluffy tail exploded like a peacock's tail, and her blue eyes reflected the trembling silk flowers on Yunjin's temples. "This girl is a kindred spirit." When Yunjin squatted, Xizhi suddenly turned over to reveal her milky white belly, and her front paws hooked the other's drooping tassel ribbon to play with it. The tip of her tail swept across Yunjin's palm, drawing a few silver moon arcs on the sandalwood floor.

When the glazed lily jade comb was handed to her, Xizhi's whole body arched. She first touched the carving with the tip of her nose, then raised her front paws to test it. The moment the pink flesh pads touched the cold jade, a few static sparks suddenly exploded in the fur, startling her and jumping back into Zhongli's arms, but she couldn't help but poke her head through her sleeves. It was not until the jade comb was pinned to the silk ribbon around her neck that she rubbed her head against the teeth of the comb and whimpered like a kitten, her tail sweeping across the tabletop, making a rustling sound, just like a wolf's hair brush grinding ink sticks.

As the dusk permeated the window lattice, Xizhi had become a moving jewelry stand—the jade comb was faintly visible among the fur, with a piece of Qingxin petals clinging to the tip of the tail. Zhongli lowered his head and asked her, "Do you want to come again?" The fur ball in his arms suddenly stood up, with its front paws resting on his clothes and standing upright like a ferret, its tail tip hooking a full crescent in the air. At this moment, the copper bell on the eaves rang softly, startling the gilded wings of the mechanical bird.

Xizhi's bird-catching posture is like an impromptu Huxuan dance. When she takes off, her fluffy tail explodes into a parachute, and when she lands, her front paws press the mechanical bird, which reminds people of the naivety of a kitten catching a butterfly. When she jumps back to Zhongli's lap with the spoils in her mouth, her fur is covered with golden apricot leaves and copper-green fragments, like a cloak woven from stars. When her pink claws touch the rock pattern, the high-frequency vibration of the tail tip is like the wind blowing lily of the valley, and every tip of the hair is written with urging.

To Mr. Zhongli and my friends:

I feel like seeing you in person.

After seven days of sailing, we finally arrived at the main island of Narujin. Thomas was waiting at the dock, his sleeves still stained with the smell of Mars from the swordsmith's shop. The head of the Kamisato family, the community magistrate, treated people like a thin cherry blossom dipped in snow - a bit of aloofness wrapped in a gentle elegance. The wrinkles between his brows about the Eye Hunting Order were deeper than the tide marks on the island, but the Tenryo Magistrate and the Kanjo Magistrate were like twin ghosts, one with an open gun and the other with a hidden lock.

(The letter paper is wrinkled here, as if it has been squeezed hard)

Yesterday, I passed by the town street and saw a ronin curled up under a cherry tree. The broken sword he was holding tightly in his arms had a pattern on the hilt that matched the ancient scroll I found in Liyue - the successor of "Raikiri" three hundred years ago. Now his hands are shaking like a candle in the wind, unable to catch even a falling cherry. When asked if he regretted it, he replied, "Obsession is like a sword. Only after it rusts can you know where the blade is pointing." After he finished speaking, a tear fell on the peony pattern on the scabbard, which was more burning than the toast at the purification ceremony of the sacred cherry blossoms.

(The ink here is dense and faint with water marks)

When passing through the thunderstorm sea, they were attacked. After fighting, they found out that it was the Fatui disguised as the shogunate army. Strangely, there was another group of Fatui on the outlying island, claiming to be under the command of "Puppets", and secretly handed over the defense map of Tenryo Bugyo. Their evil eyes glowed with a dark purple luster, but they were three points colder than the moonlight of Inazuma.

(There is a half piece of cherry blossom stuck to the edge of the letter paper)

The attached red cherry cake has a whole double-petaled flower kneaded in the icing sugar. If you are greedy, remember to use your claws to open the oil paper package - last time she was anxious to tear it with her teeth, and the fluff was covered with sugar residue. I am almost laughing when I think about it now.

(The words "Now I wake up laughing just thinking about it" suddenly become light and cheerful)

Inazuma's chess game is more treacherous than Liyue's. The Fatui are sharing food with their colleagues in the dark alleys, and the three officials are like three-legged pottery figurines, which will break at the slightest touch. But every time I touch the rock seal you gave me on the hilt of the sword, and hear the gurgling sound in Xizhi's dream, I feel that the anchors of thousands of ships and sails are always tied to the tea fragrance of Feiyunpo.

I hope to enjoy my newly acquired "Rainbow Rose" music box with my old friend when I return - she will surely chase the mechanical butterflies around the house, right?

Sincerely,

(On the back of the letter paper, between the pale gold lines, a few lines of small words jumped out like cat paw prints:

Last night I dreamed of returning to the Heyu Teahouse. I dipped my pendant in cold tea and drew a glazed lily on the sandalwood table. When I woke up, the red cherry blossoms on the pillow reflected the window. I was so confused that I couldn't tell whether it was Inazuma's spring falling on Liyue, or Liyue's moon melting into Inazuma's night.