Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 135 Empress, Happy New Year's Eve

"Come on, let's eat!"

In the courtyard of Qingniu Temple, Zhang Qianyang put several tables together, and they were filled with meals.

Black-bone chicken soup, miscellaneous cakes, hundred-year-old soup, sunflower soup, green rice, grilled lamb...

In a trance, Li Daoxuan seemed to have come to the scene of the New Year's Eve dinner of later generations, but some of the dishes were not good in color, such as the grilled mutton cooked by Sister Yu herself, which was a bit dark...

Chen Ziyu kept looking at him coldly.

Although she put on a simple and elegant sarong, she couldn't hide her radiance. For some reason, Li Daoxuan always felt that she seemed extraordinarily beautiful tonight.

After looking at it for a long time, Li Daoxuan had a flash of inspiration, and finally found the reason.

She put on rouge!
I saw that Chen Ziyu's fair and pretty face had a touch of rosiness, which was a little less cold and more glamorous.

She used the drunk beauty she gave her.

Li Daoxuan quickly boasted: "Sister Yu, this rouge is really beautiful for you to use!"

Chen Ziyu didn't speak, but her snow-white chin nodded slightly, and she finally averted her eyes from looking at him coldly.

Zhang Qianyang brought up the two altars of wine and said: "You drink Tusu wine, and I drink my snake wine. We don't need to talk about any rules, just be happy, come, eat quickly!"

Li Daoxuan asked suspiciously: "Master, I'm still in the bigu period, can't I not eat?"

Zhang Qianyang said with a smile: "You are already at the late stage of bigu, and there is almost no turbidity in your body. It's okay to eat meat occasionally. On New Year's Eve, once a year, you can indulge."

Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up when he heard these words, he had wanted to eat meat for a long time.

He was not polite at the moment, he picked up his chopsticks and began to feast on it.

Chen Ziyu took the initiative to pick up a chopstick of blackened mutton for him, then rested her chin and looked at him quietly.

Lee Daoxuan showed a stiff smile.

……

All three of them had a great time at this sumptuous dinner.

Chen Ziyu also drank some wine, and as soon as he inhaled it, he inhaled the essence of the wine into his body. After not drinking much, his face glowed red, which was more obvious than rouge.

Slightly drunk, she didn't last long before getting into the oil-paper umbrella.

But I don't know what she did in the oil-paper umbrella, the umbrella was floating in the air unsteadily, and finally calmed down after being hugged by Li Daoxuan.

Zhang Qianyang also laughed at her for drinking too little.

"Come on, apprentice, let's continue drinking!"

Zhang Qianyang took a sip of snake wine and praised: "This pot of snake wine is really strong. Old Liu, who sells wine, has improved his craftsmanship again!"

Li Daoxuan had a storm before, but now he is satisfied, drinking and chatting with his master.

This snake wine seemed to have a lot of stamina. Li Daoxuan found that the master who had always been drunk after a thousand cups had also started to get drunk.

Zhang Qianyang hiccupped with alcohol, his eyes were slightly blurred.

He was happy today, so he didn't use mana to dissolve the alcohol, and this pot of snake wine was really strong, so he became more and more drunk.

After half an hour.

Zhang Qianyang's hair was disheveled, holding a jug, weeping, tears streaming down his face.

"Old man, I'm not filial!"

"But it's okay, I found you... a good disciple again!"

"Junior brother... my apprentice... breaks three tests in one year... envy?"

"Ningyan... Brother misses you so much..."

Li Daoxuan's eyes suddenly lit up, what did I hear just now?
"Master, who is Ningyan? My aunt?"

he asked intentionally.

Zhang Qianyang hiccupped, his face flushed, and he said with a smile, "Ningyan...hehehehe..."

Li Daoxuan felt chills for a while, these two people must be tricky!
After hesitating for a moment, Li Daoxuan tentatively asked: "Master, my senior sister, where is she?"

It seems that because of the senior sister, the master was slashed by the old celestial master, and he left Longhu Mountain and wandered around the world.

This matter has always been a knot in the master's heart, and Li Daoxuan wanted to find out.

Zhang Qianyang let out a long sigh, drunk, and drank another big mouthful of snake wine.

"Taizhen...in Chang'an..."

Li Daoxuan's heart moved, and he continued to ask: "Master, why did Senior Sister Taizhen betray Longhu Mountain back then?"

Zhang Qianyang glanced at him, his tongue was a little knotted, and he said intermittently: "Taizhen...is a fairy...reincarnated, stronger than you..."

"But she stole... stole Longhushan's—"

boom!
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qianyang fell onto the table with a thump, fell asleep, and kept muttering, "Snake wine...is strong enough...have another drink..."

Li Daoxuan shook his head helplessly, why did the master stop talking about the most critical point?
He carried Master back into the coffin, closed the coffin lid, cleaned up the dishes, and finally sat in the yard, looking at the bright moon in the sky, slightly absent-minded.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he took out the Qingming Ling in his arms, sprinkled well water on it, and silently recited the name of the goddess.

After waiting for a long time, the clouds and mist were transpiring, and the empress finally responded slowly.

Li Daoxuan was stunned, because this time the Empress in Tsing Yi was not in the bedroom, but on the top of the Qingming Realm. Her long skirt was fluttering and radiant, and a guqin was placed across her lap, and there was a faint sound of Fengming.

The lonely mountain, the goddess, and the guqin are all beautiful like an ink painting, but Li Daoxuan feels a little lonely for some reason.

This painting is too monotonous.

At this moment, the Empress in Tsing Yi seemed to have become very far away. It was the mighty god who had experienced many vicissitudes and was in charge of the netherworld, not the empress who would chat and laugh with him like a friend.

"What's the matter?"

Tsing Yi empress said lightly.

Her voice is as cold as moonlight, and there is an indescribable majesty, which makes people awe-inspiring and difficult to get close to.

Obviously, Li Daoxuan's contact interrupted her interest in playing the piano.

Li Daoxuan looked at the Guqin, and he knew that the empress is definitely not in a good mood now, because this piano is called Fengqiqin, and it was dedicated to the empress before his death by the ancestor who came from the same line of work.

The empress regards him as an old friend, playing the piano on a moonlit night, there must be a touch of nostalgia.

Li Daoxuan smiled and said: "Madam, tonight is New Year's Eve. There is a tradition in my hometown, that is, to communicate with relatives and friends on New Year's Eve."

New Year's Eve……

The eyes of Empress Tsing Yi moved.

She sighed softly and said, "It's New Year's Eve again."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll broadcast it live for you. The world is still very lively."

Li Daoxuan jumped onto the beam with a smile, turned the Qing Mingling to the bonfire of the Wanjia, and saw all the living beings in the world of mortals.

They either laughed, toasted and drank together, or whispered among women, or children played games in small groups.

The empress in Tsing Yi watched this scene quietly, her silent heart, like a snow pond in early spring, was quietly melting.

In a daze, she recalled a very long memory. At that time, she was the daughter of the prefect of Yuzhang. Every New Year's Eve, the house was so lively. Mother would hold her hand and watch the night with her.

But that was 1000 years ago.

"Your Majesty, happy New Year's Eve."

Li Daoxuan turned the Qingming Realm to himself, and he smiled while lifting a beautifully decorated box.

"Your Majesty, this is the most famous rouge in Chang'an. You have helped me so many times, and Li has nothing to repay. Let me give this to My Majesty as a New Year's Eve gift."

To be honest, the rouge in the world is not worthy of the beauty of Tsing Yi Niangniang, but Li Daoxuan thinks about it, and there is really no better gift.

Give magic weapon?
Tsing Yi Niang Niang casually took one from the treasure house, and it would make him extremely greedy.

Although this rouge is ordinary, it is also a heart.

Li Daoxuan even gave him a thumbs up for his cleverness, thinking that with his status as Empress in Tsing Yi, no one would give her rouge in the world, at least this gift is still very novel.

Empress Tsing Yi smiled slightly, she shook her head, touched her hand, and the rouge in Li Daoxuan's hand turned into a streak of light and flew into her palm.

"I have accepted the gift."

After a pause, she said, "Happy New Year's Eve."

Li Daoxuan chuckled, leaned forward and said: "Your Majesty, why don't you give me a gift in return—"

Qing Mingling instantly became dark, and the empress had already walked away.

Li Daoxuan muttered: "It's a loss, it's a loss, but I didn't get a reward..."

Qingming Realm, Yan Fushan.

The Empress in Tsing Yi looked at the two identical boxes of rouge in front of her, and couldn't help shaking her head and laughing.

"This pair of senior sisters and brothers, even the gifts they gave are exactly the same, it's really perfunctory..."

　Thank you for the [-] rewards for returning to the original, more heartfelt!

The transitional plot is over, and the next chapter will push the plot~
　
(End of this chapter)