"But today, most of the wild flowers have disappeared during the geographical changes in Liyue, and now they mostly rely on artificial cultivation..."
Zhongli came back to his senses and introduced the growth habits and differences between various neon flowers in detail, which attracted a burst of admiration from Bo Lai: "Sir, you are indeed an expert. Even I didn't know there were so many details..."
"It's just a rudimentary knowledge. This traveler friend of mine is someone who should not be underestimated. He is someone who will eventually travel to all parts of the continent."
Zhongli shook his head, not forgetting to praise the little Paimon who was pouting and angry next to him.
"Actually, it's not that powerful..."
Hearing Zhongli's sudden compliment, Ying bowed her hands in embarrassment. Seeing that Paimon was still dragging her, she grabbed Paimon, stretched out her finger towards her mouth, and lifted the corner of Paimon's lips to
Shangyang: "Paimon is also very happy, isn't he?"
"Uh huh...no way!"
Paimon wanted to pull Ying's hand away, but during the struggle, he hugged Ying's neck and rubbed it subconsciously.
"Is Paimon acting coquettishly?"
Ying looked at the little guy nestled on her neck, smiled softly, and then turned to Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, which of these three kinds of neon flowers should we choose?"
"Boss, I want them all."
Zhongli waved his hand and nodded without hesitation.
"Again?!"
Paimon poked his head out of Ying's arms and clenched his little fists.
"Oh, when you listen to a play, you buy the most popular actresses, when you walk a bird, you buy the most expensive thrush, this is life."
Zhongli smiled gently and stared at Paimon with disgust in his eyes.
"However, buying three kinds of neon flowers this time is not based on my life creed."
"You don't know something. According to tradition, if different neon flowers are made into perfumes and enshrined in front of the statue of the Seven Heavens, the Rock King will make his own choice."
"However, this kind of ancient emphasis and some overly complex traditions have been gradually simplified."
"But this is the only ceremony for one of the seven gods to send immortals in the past 3,700 years. We should follow the tradition and offer these ointments one by one."
After Zhongli finished speaking, he looked at Ying intently, as if waiting for something.
Of course Ying knew what Zhongli was waiting for. He reluctantly took out the mola given by Dadalia from his arms, shook the few molas, and was just about to pay when he was interrupted by Bo Lai, who lowered his head and groaned.<
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"Uh, gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt. Do you want to present these flowers to Prince Yan?"
"Yes."
Paimon flew out of Ying's arms to answer Libo's question.
"Oh, you should have told me earlier...I also heard bad news after the ceremony of inviting immortals the day before yesterday..."
"If it's for Lord Yan, I won't charge you for these flowers. Just bring your thoughts for me."
Maura, who was handed out just now, was pushed back by Bo Lai.
"Is this really appropriate..."
Encountering discount sales from Liyue merchants twice in a row, Ying was a little at a loss for a moment. He was obviously a profit-seeking businessman, but after knowing that he was preparing to give the Immortal Ceremony to Emperor Yan Wang, he actually sold it at half price without hesitation.
It’s free of charge.
"Look what you said, without Prince Yan, there would be no place for ordinary people like me to live."
"If it weren't for the poem written by Prince Yan, how could these precious neon flowers be so valuable?"
Bo Lai clutched the account book and shook his head.
"Wow, many of the customs and customs of Liyue that I heard along the way were directly cared for by the emperor himself at a certain period."
Paimon stared at Bo Lai in surprise.
The emperor of Liyue sounds like a very hard-working and kind-hearted god.
All in all, it’s much better than a certain wind god.
"Thank you, boss, for solving our urgent need!"
Even if he refused to meet his wife, Paimeng hurriedly took the money bag from Bo Lai, blinked with a smile, and put the few Mora left in the bag into his arms: "Thank you, boss! I wish the boss a prosperous business!"<
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After saying that, Paimon anxiously took Ying away, fearing that Bo would regret it.
Zhongli bowed slightly towards Bo Lai and followed Ying to the pier. The owner of Wanyou Shop didn't think much about it, he just looked at the few people walking away and sighed softly.
"I've got the flowers, but how do I make the balm?"
Paimeng Fei was in front. After coming out of Wanyou Shop, it was almost late at night, and the vendors in the market were starting to pack up their stalls and prepare to close up and rest.
Zhongli handed the colorful flowers in his hand to Ying and said calmly: "It's best to find an experienced hand who has experience in making incense, but there are almost no people I know who can make ointment by themselves..."
"So, I would like to trouble you to go to the city and ask around, such as girls from ordinary families."
Although he asked Ying to help him find the person who made the balm, there was no hint of request in Zhongli's tone.
Fortunately, Ying had long been accustomed to the provocative tone of these clients, so she nodded and agreed.
"I'll wait for you near the Seven Heavens Statue. After making the ointment, let's meet there."
Zhongli looked at the deserted pier and towards the lit hall of the dead. He could sense that Wendy and Famas had returned to his room.
The two of them actually spent the whole day playing in Liyue.
Wendy used the wind element to carefully blow open the indoor windows. Scattered papers were spread all over the floor. The old paper windows reflected the cool moonlight outside, creating a shadow under the window.
"Hey, it's time for us to take a rest..."
Wendy lay lazily on the ebony table that originally belonged to Zhongli, her arms folded together to rest her chin, her emerald green eyes staring at Famas motionless.
The young man's cheek showed a soft arc in the moonlight, and the soft down was coated with a layer of silver.