Chapter 163 Duck's Heart Remains the Same
Mu Sheng was very excited today because he met a very wise person who loved to listen to him and listened as seriously as if he was listening to something related to himself.
"If you have nothing to do today, don't leave in a hurry. Listen to my other side of the argument." With excitement flashing in his eyes, Mu Sheng talked with the tall young man next to him.
"Everyone knows that Lord Yan would take away a tribute every year during the Immortal Invitation Ceremony, to show that he has received everyone's kindness and to wish Liyue good weather and abundant wealth in the coming year. But among all of them, Lord Yan's favorite thing to take away is the stamen of the Explosive Flame Tree."
"By the way, do the young people today know what the Explosive Flame Tree means to Xiao Shen Qianluo? Its stamens were the favorite candies of Master Xiao Shen back then. There is a rumor among the people that the Explosive Flame stamens are fragrant for thousands of miles, and Xiao Shen can find them even if he travels hundreds of miles."
"So, the stamens of the Exploding Flame Tree actually have an unwritten meaning - I'm still thinking of you."
"How about it, romantic enough, right? Unfortunately, I never thought that these two would taste so good. I have to thank Ganyu... ahem, a lady who wishes to remain anonymous, who forgot or something, for leaving a good book in the bushes."
"I was curious at the time, so I picked it up and flipped through it, and I couldn't stop looking..."
"Is that so..." Tartaglia listened carefully to the deeds of Shen Qianluo and the god in the past, and his eyes, which no longer reflected any light, became even darker.
There were so many years that he had not participated in and missed that belonged to the gods. As a result, he, as a human being to the gods, was just an episode in the long youth, and would pass away quickly like flowing water before he could shine.
The recent news of Xiao Shen Qianluo's return has set off a sensation in Liyue, and of course also alarmed the Fatui and him, the executive officer. As expected, Shen Qianluo quickly returned to legal age, but he still did not come to find him.
Even the ahoge hair on his head that was pulled out by the boy was never returned to him because he had never seen it again.
However, Tartaglia, who was in a very good mood, pinched his chin and thought with interest.
If this is the kingdom of the Rock God's contract, then can Dai Mao be considered something that involves both of them and can be called a token of the contract?
'Brother Duck?'
Then, he seemed to hear a familiar voice calling out, and when Tartaglia glanced over inadvertently, his eyes met those of a young man in white clothes on the rooftop.
The next second after he was stunned, he suddenly perked up to his full potential. The executive officer's eyes became bright and sharp, and the curve of his mouth became bright: "Qianluo? I finally see you. It's been a long time. How are you doing recently?"
The silver hair fluttered melodiously in the breeze. Shen Qianluo raised his hand to tuck the messy hair behind his ears. He glanced sideways at Tartaglia, who said something to Mu Sheng beside him, and quickly left him and jumped onto the roof to stand side by side with him.
"Hmm... I can't say it's good or bad. But Brother Ya is in good spirits. I think he has found some interesting opponents to fight with."
"Haha, no matter how interesting the opponent is, he is not as good as you, Qian Luo. No matter how many times I have fantasized about you, I will still be surprised when I really see you as a boy."
"So I've changed a lot? It's a pity that the me now is the real me."
"Of course it has changed. I like it a little more."
Mu Sheng, who was at the bottom of the building, looked up at the two people who were talking and laughing as if the roof was flat as they left. He fell into deep thought with his eyes wide open, and was poked on the shoulder by the person next to him.
"You are so bold, kid. You talked to a big shot of the Fatui for such a long time."
"You said that young man just now is a member of the Fatui?" Mu Sheng finally came to his senses. "I have lived in my hometown for decades and came out to burn incense for a few days. I don't know much about what is going on here. But I just heard him shouting, 'Master Xiaoshen.'"
"You mean... that young man was Master Qian Luo!? And he is familiar with the Fatui? Oh no, Master Qian Luo hasn't appeared in the world for two thousand years. Could he have fallen into the Fatui's conspiracy!?"
"Could it be that Lord Xiaoshen was deceived by the Fatui?!"
"Oh my God, my Emperor! This is very possible!"
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Shen Qianluo had not yet heard the strange concerns of his people behind him, and he jumped down from the roof with Tartaglia. He quickly blended into the crowd when the market was most crowded, his movements were extremely light and skillful.
Tartaglia glanced at him from time to time.
Her waist is more slender, her expression is more confident, her lips are blushed in a slight smile, and her clear and bright silver hair is not tied up properly, but just casually pulled with a hairband to sway in the wind, like the best embellishment God has given to this appearance.
When she looked up at him, the boy's delicate eyes and eyebrows concealed a playful and mischievous look, which made him want to hug him in his arms even more, kiss him, hug him, and bully him at the same time.
"Brother Ya, are you thinking about something that won't pass muster?"
"Can you tell from this? Ahaha, it seems I still need to learn some camouflage techniques from you."
Being pulled to sit in a luxuriously decorated restaurant, Shen Qianluo thought for a moment, and finally spoke out the words hidden in his heart, looking directly at the other person's slightly stunned expression with his clear eyes.
"Some things are better said directly. Brother Ya, you are very good to me, but I probably won't agree to this."
It was like a young boy rejecting a nouveau riche gangster. Although except for Zhongli who was absent this time, both of them were extremely wealthy people in Teyvat.
The smile on Tartaglia's lips finally disappeared.
The warm light outside the window penetrated the wooden window frames and the gauze curtains, casting a gentle shadow. He stared at the calm and composed boy who was not afraid of him for a few seconds, then sighed: "Do you have someone you like, Qianluo?"
Shen Qianluo was stunned for a second, and then couldn't help but look away angrily: "For the time being, let's just say it is. I can't be sure yet."
"Let me guess, it's...Mr. Zhongli?"
“…Is it that obvious?”
Seeing the boy's gaze turning back again out of curiosity, Tartaglia laughed helplessly and heartbrokenly: "Not only that, Qianluo, you are showing your unhappiness on your face today. Did Mr. Zhongli bully you?"
“It may not be good to pry into other people’s privacy, but Qianluo, since he bullies you like this, why don’t you consider me?”