Chapter 1 It's like a lifetime
The fallen flowers are in full bloom, and their cherry-pink petals swish down like snow, scattering on the cobblestone courtyard paths. The rockery stones in the courtyard float on the turbid water of the pond.
The gold-rimmed decoration of the castle tower reflected a dazzling luster in the glow of the setting sun. Rows of Okuki warriors wore dark purple shoulder armor and carried swords at their waists, patrolling under the cherry trees with their heads held high.
drill.
They are proud because they have the responsibility of guarding Narukami's residence on their shoulders. They are the closest guards to the throne of God in the world.
Neither Liyue's unwavering Qianyan Army nor Mondstadt's friendly Knights of the West Wind have ever accompanied their gods, but the Austrians are different.
They practiced martial arts day and night, with the glorious castle behind them.
The main hall is dark, with only a few lights on.
In front of the rice-light thunder-pattern table that occupies one wall, a beauty with long dark purple hair reaching her waist is sitting on her knees next to a small desk.
She has a delicate face, a woman-like charm between her brows, her bright pupils are staring at the document at hand, her brows are furrowed, as if she is distressed, and she pokes the table with the holder of the brush from time to time, as if she is complaining about something for no reason.
Missing people.
I haven't dealt with government affairs for a long time, and as a half-length "general" I haven't been able to fix it.
But the state affairs could not be left unhandled for a day, and the dragons could not be left without a leader for a day, so she had no choice but to put down the delicious dumplings and milk, put down the humorous light novels, and go to the battle to handle it herself.
However, it was still too difficult. She wanted to throw away the pen and lie down on the tatami rolling around regardless of her image.
if……
If he doesn't come back tomorrow, she, she will just be lazy and will never go on strike!
Absolutely not!
I swear this in the name of building the grand imperial palace for the Lord of Ming Ming God!
After a fierce ideological struggle in her mind, she was depressed and helplessly held her forehead and continued working.
So, when Zhaoyue slowly stepped out of the portal in the void and appeared at the castle tower, what appeared before her eyes was a world-famous painting.
Ray Films at work!
"..."
"..."
Thunder Movie sensed the fluctuation and raised his head keenly.
Akatsuki is dressed in a moon-white kimono, with long sleeves and the family crests of the Tachibana family, the upper shirt family, and the Minamoto family, adding a touch of elegance.
His hair was as long as snow, but not pale. It was radiant and smooth as silk.
The face is as delicate as a doll, and the skin is as white as snow. A pair of erect pupils are shining, as bright as two constant lamps. The pressure unique to dragons spreads like a tide, and the majesty is endless.
If it were an ordinary person, even the original god with the Eye of God would never dare to look at him, but Lei Qianqing is not an ordinary person. She is a demon with a lifespan of several thousand years, a shadow dancer obsessed with martial arts, and
A monarch who watches over the people of a country.
She looked at him impartially, her bright eyebrows staring at him curiously, the corners of her mouth twitching, as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end she swallowed it without revealing it.
"When you come back, work hard and be worthy of my canonization."
"Ha," he was stunned for a moment, then he arched his eyebrows, twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled.
For a moment, there seemed to be a spring breeze in the cold hall, and for a moment, Lei Qian thought he saw the beautiful mountain cherry blossoms.
Shangyue Zhaoyue is indeed pure white and beautiful at this moment. His smile is thrilling, and he can't help but exude a different kind of beauty even when standing still.
That perfect face is like the demonic appearance described in ancient books. It is unique to a few gods who regard beauty as their priesthood.
The White Emperor's power and power have brought about all-round improvement. His body is already the most ultimate creature in the world, and his soul is slowly rising until it can completely match the height of his body.
"Why are you laughing?" Lei Qianqian raised his eyebrows, and Wu Mou's expression changed for the first time, becoming a little angry.
"It's nothing," he covered his mouth and couldn't stop smiling. He kept a light smile, bent down and said respectfully.
"Take your orders, General."
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Wood leak tea room.
In the tea room filled with sandalwood, there are three tatami mats beside the wooden table, and two white-haired boys and girls are kneeling there, as well as a yellow-haired young man wearing a crown.
They gathered together, and most of them were young people with yellow hair who were enlivening the atmosphere. The young people with white hair catered to them, and the girl with white hair reservedly spread out her folding fan, swaying it gently and showing a faint smile.
The clerk, Ms. Shu, was wearing a gray kimono. She took this warm scene into her eyes and couldn't help but smile. She carefully closed the shoji door and returned to the door to perform her duties.
Walking in the corridors, she always felt that today's gathering was of great significance, so she took it extra seriously.
It's rare that the wooden table is not filled with hot pot and strange food, but instead cups of fragrant tea.
Green tea leaves floated in the amber water, spinning and slowly sinking to the bottom. The refreshing fragrance of tea penetrated Thomas's nostrils. He picked up the teacup, showed an intoxicated expression, and shook his head.
"That's too exaggerated, Toma." Kamisato Ayaka was amused and covered her mouth with a smile.
"No way, I'm obviously really intoxicated."
"..."
Zhaoyue looked at the master and servant, only smiling and saying nothing.
He held the tea cup slowly, like a master who has been immersed in tea ceremony for many years, tasting the fragrant tea with a very Zen attitude.
He has never learned tea ceremony, but every move he makes is very elegant.
If you listen carefully, you will find that his breathing is very regular, his muscles are relaxed and rhythmic, and they follow a certain principle.
He is the true god walking in the world, the throne of the world, and the overlord at the top of the evolutionary branch. He is a magnificent treasure in himself, but it is a pity that no collector can obtain this rare collection.
Who can make a king who roars in the world bow his head?
"..." Although Toma was deliberately trying to play tricks, his attention was focused on someone just like Kamisato Ayaka.
The two of them were busy working in Kamisato Yashiki, but Inazuma had just ushered in the clear sky and daylight, and everything was ready to be done.
The former Kujo family and Hiiragi family left too much mess, and many concealed people's livelihood issues have accumulated in a backlog, all of which need to be dealt with by the society.
Inazuma-san has great powers, and Ou also bears great responsibilities.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
Zhao Yue had a deep understanding of this conventional sentence pattern when she was in Tokyo and Moscow.
For a time, he was a majestic general, with a thousand-year-old family under his command.
At that moment, Amaterasu's glory had come to an end. He just stood there and illuminated the lintel of the Executive Bureau. The family's thousand-year-old wish was carried on his shoulders.
The pressure was so great that in fact she was breathless more than once. He repeatedly asked himself why he was obsessed with the layout and getting closer to the goal year after year, but in the end he felt empty.
Every time at this time, a familiar face would appear in the softest place in his heart.
"It's great to see you."
"..." Kamisato Ayaka and Toma looked at each other and smiled along with his words.
Chapter completed!