Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

As dusk fell over the red screen windows of Yaedo Hall, the red cherry blossoms in the glass teacup just sank to the bottom. When Lin Huan's fingertips brushed the strings of the zither, a purple figure appeared behind the screen, and the petals of the camellia tree swept away by the fox's tail happened to fall on the remaining score of "Thunder and Eternity".

"The sound of Sister Mao'er's piano is mixed with the snow of Liyue." Yae Shenzi leaned against the ukiyo-e screen and pinched a tri-colored dumpling with his fingertips. "It's like this glutinous rice wrapper wrapped with Jueyun peppers - strangely sweet, and deliberately spicy."

The sound of the zither had not yet stopped, and the jade bracelet on Lin Huan's wrist resonated with the ice string to produce a clear and melodious tremolo. The gilded spine of "Reincarnated as a Thunder General" on the antique shelf suddenly cracked, revealing the map of the Tadashi sand vein written by Niwa on the inner page. "Master Palace Master, you are joking." She raised her eyes and smiled softly, the white jade hairpin in her hair reflecting the dusk, "It's just that an old friend asked me to bring some hometown flavors."

The Son of God suddenly leaned forward, the tassel of lightning element at the end of the hairpin falling on the surface of the zither: "But... the storm stirred up by your 'old friend' is about to flood Inazuma's chessboard." She slipped out a sealed wax letter sealed until winter from her sleeve. The ice crystal pattern on the seal happened to overlap with the rock pattern on the inner wall of the jade bracelet. "The news that the Fatui executive officer secretly hid the Heart of God was so bright that even the stone lanterns in front of the Tianling Bugyo were illuminated."

Lin Huan's knuckles turned white as he pressed the strings of the zither, and the startled bird from the eaves broke the silence of the room. The twilight penetrated the clouds at this moment, making the gilded dark patterns in the eyes of the Son of God look very strange. "The eye of the storm is the most peaceful." She suddenly opened the window frame, letting the salty sea breeze roll up the documents on the desk, "Just like the Yae-do at this moment--"

"On the surface, they are holding a book signing event for The Secret Records of the Sunken Jade, but in reality, they are hiding the secret accounts of the correspondence between the Third Magistrate and Zhidong." Lin Huan's fingertips brushed across the interlayer of the zither case and pulled out a half-roll of letter paper stained with the scent of the sunken jade. "The performance of the palace official is even more exciting than that of Mr. Yun from Liyue."

Shen Zi suddenly laughed out loud, and her fox earrings made a clear sound. "My friend, do you know why I love light novels?" She threw the secret letter into the teapot, and the moment the flames rose, they illuminated the thunderstorm cloud pattern on the screen. "Because no matter how absurd the plot is, as long as the readers believe it, it is the truth."

The sound of the zither suddenly became urgent, and the thirteen icy strings burst out the quarrying song of the rock abyss. Lin Huan slipped a jade pen from his sleeve and drew the direction of the ground veins of Guiliyuan on the table with tea: "Then the palace master should listen to Liyue's drama--" The tip of the pen suddenly stopped at the position of the stepping sand, "No matter how realistic the play is, without the tears of the audience, it will be empty in the end."

"Oh?" Shen Zi dragged out the last line of the sentence, and suddenly stuffed the dumpling into Lin Huan's lips, "Try it, it's mint-filled." The sweet aroma was mixed with the faint scent of glass lilies, "Just like the Witch of Fire that Sister Maoer insisted on saving, watching the raging fire and the oil boiling, the inside has long been pickled by time and has lost its original flavor."

The jade bracelet suddenly glowed green, and the strings of the zither shook off the rain on the eaves. When Lin Huan swallowed the dumpling, the bitterness of the plums in Qingce Manor four hundred years ago spread through his throat: "Does the Lord Palace Master know that in the black mud at the deepest part of the seal of the sacred cherry tree--" She suddenly held down the hand of the Son of God who was about to draw the secret account, "Buried is the burnt Hagi cake that Miss Ying baked for His Highness Zhen back then?"

The thunderstorm clouds on the Ukiyo-e suddenly rolled up, and sparks from the tea stove splashed onto the sleeves of the Son of God. Lin Huan took the opportunity to throw the remaining pages of the secret account into the fire, and the butterfly condensed from the rock element carried the ashes and landed on the title page of "Reincarnation as a Thunder General". "The stage is set." She picked up Tang Qin and walked towards the dusk. "Whether it is to sing "The Great Purification of the Divine Sakura" or to perform "The Shock of the Evil Eyes", it all depends on the script selected by the chief priest."

The Son of God suddenly threw out a yellowed sheet of music, and the lightning element burned the paper, "Little Cat Sister missed something." The title "Requiem" on the score was being engulfed by flames, "This song can suppress evil spirits in Liyue, and in Inazuma..." The fox tail swept across the secret compartment of the piano case, revealing a half-finished winter standard arrowhead, "I'm afraid it will bring even greater storms."

When Lin Huan stopped and looked back, the last ray of twilight happened to pass over the cracks in the jade bracelet. "Wind and rain cannot extinguish the rock patterns." She folded the music score into a kite and threw it out the window, "Just like the palace master cannot wipe out the evil spirit residue in the roots of the sacred cherry tree by himself--" The kite smashed into the giant poster of "Thousand Hands and Hundred Eyes", startling the glass wind chimes in the room to tremble.

The Son of God suddenly clapped his hands and chuckled, and the lightning tassels in his hair turned into little foxes that jumped onto the strings of the zither. "My friend, you sang the "Immortal Trap" very well." She picked up a piece of almond tofu and shook it, "It's a pity that I forgot to add some astringency from the cherry blossoms." The moment the tofu fell into the tea, the sound of the gears turning came from behind the screen.

Lin Huan paused as she pressed on the door. The evening breeze carried her whispers back to the tea room: "The one with a strong bitter taste should be the jar of "Divine Sakura Drunk" that the palace official kept privately." The jade bracelet on her wrist lit up at the same time as the lightning of the castle tower in the distance, "After all--"

"The tears of the spectators should have been brewed into farewell wine long ago."