At this moment, in the Heyu Teahouse, the retired Yanwang Emperor Zhongli was drinking tea leisurely, watching the operas being sung on the stage, nodding slightly from time to time, as if he was savoring the essence of the scene.
Although Zhongli is the oldest god among the seven gods, more than 6,000 years old, his appearance is still young and handsome, tall and tall, wearing fluttering black clothes. He looks very elegant and unrestrained, like a fairy, which makes people
Out of reach.
Many women couldn't help but glance at Zhongli secretly when they saw him. There weren't many such handsome men.
Zhong Li had no reaction to these gazes, and continued to enjoy the tea and the show. However, he turned his head slightly, as if he had discovered something.
At this moment, a soft voice with a hint of resentment came: "Mr. Zhongli, your life is so comfortable."
When Zhong Li heard this voice, he turned to look in the direction where he was speaking, and saw Yun Mo, who was dressed in white and snowy, slowly approaching. There was a look of resentment on his face, and he seemed a little unhappy.
"Is it you? Are you here to drink tea and listen to the opera? Sit down." Zhong Li put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up, pointed to the seat next to him, and motioned for Yun Mo to sit down.
Yun Mo was not polite and sat directly opposite Zhong Li. He filled a cup of tea and took a sip. Then he put down the tea cup and turned to watch the drama, as if he was just here to drink tea.
Zhong Li was very particular about everything, whether it was eating or talking, he had a certain way of doing it, while Yun Mo was much more casual, he didn't stick to etiquette, and he didn't pay much attention to elegance, he just did it casually.
Zhong Li saw the shadow of another person in Yun Mo, free and uninhibited, but with a casual attitude and a certain indifference that no one could ignore.
"What, do you have anything you want to tell me?" Zhong Li saw that Yun Mo looked a little angry, so he didn't mind and asked proactively.
"It's nothing, I just didn't expect Mr. Zhongli to drink tea and chat so leisurely. I'm a little envious." Yun Mo shook his head and sighed: "The burden on my shoulders is getting heavier and heavier, which makes people feel tired."
As he said that, Yun Mo wanted to move his shoulder, but he forgot that there was still an injury on his shoulder. He suddenly felt a pain and frowned.
"Does your injury... need some treatment?" Zhongli stretched out his hand and put it on Yun Mo's shoulder. After feeling it for a moment, he asked.
"No need." Yun Mo waved his hand and said, "It's just a small injury, it's no big deal."
Zhongli retracted his hand, remained silent for a moment, and said softly: "I'm sorry. I told you I couldn't help you, but I caused you more trouble. I hope you can forgive me."
"Mr. Zhongli's words are serious. The help of the people in Liyue Port is enough." Yunmo shook his head. He came here not because he was angry with the emperor, but because Ying was not here and wanted to vent his emotions.
It seems that the only option is to come and talk to Mr. Zhongli.
"Yeah." Zhong Li nodded. He could feel the negative emotions accumulated in Yun Mo's heart gradually dissipate with his words, and he felt slightly relieved.
Zhongli was not a man of many words. After a brief chat, he continued to listen to the show.
Yun Mo didn't bother him and started drinking tea quietly. For some reason, when he was next to Zhong Li, he always had the illusion that he had entered a state of retirement, which made him feel relaxed and comfortable.
It seemed that everything was not so tense anymore, and the pace of life suddenly slowed down, allowing Yunmo to enjoy the tranquility involuntarily.
The song ends and the play ends.
After the troupe left, Zhongli paid the bill and left the teahouse with Yun Mo.
Of course, Yunmo knew that Zhongli definitely didn't bring any money. There was not a single mola among the three gods. It was quite hard for him, a small adventurer with a low salary, to act as the money bag for the three gods.
Yun Mo consciously went to the counter to pay the bill, and the two of them came out of the teahouse together.
Yun Mo and Zhong Li were walking on the street, one in white and one in black. They looked particularly eye-catching, especially because both of them were handsome, with tall and slender figures and outstanding temperaments. You could tell at a glance that they were not ordinary people.
Yun Mo wanted to go back to the inn, and Zhong Li wanted to go to the Hall of Rebirth. The two of them separated after not being on the same road for a long time, and went back on their own.
Before parting, Yun Mo looked at the familiar glazed lily at the end of Zhong Bi's hair. At this time, it had become a little dull under the ravages of time and was no longer as beautiful as before.
"Do you need me to make that flower bloom again?" Yun Mo suddenly said.
"Now?" Zhong Li glanced at Yun Mo, then touched the glazed lily on his head, shook his head and said, "Let's wait until your flower blooms. It's too much of a burden on you now.
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Yun Mo raised his eyebrows, feeling that Zhong Li might have misunderstood his words, but he didn't refute. He nodded and said, "Okay, see you then."
"Goodbye." Zhongli said with a smile, turned and left.