Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

Afterwards, Song Yinjian cleared the table and brewed two cups of fragrant Chenyu tea.

Zhongli took a sip of tea and coughed lightly. "Boss Song, if you have time, please go to Chenyu Valley and buy some tea for me."

Song Yinjian raised his eyebrows when he heard this and asked unhappily, "The account is recorded according to the immortal family etiquette, right?"

Zhongli didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Instead, he replied as a matter of course, "I'm an employee of Xianjia Etiquette, so this will naturally be the responsibility of Xianjia Etiquette."

"Well, it's just my bad luck to have you as my old master." Song Yinjian shrugged helplessly. "Tomorrow I will go to Chenyu Valley with my master."

Zhongli nodded with satisfaction, and then he asked Song Yinjian about his experience in Nata.

Song Yinjian briefly recounted the story and also told about how he had won over the fairies and the dragon clan.

Zhongli agreed with his approach and couldn't help but praise him, "Boss Song, you are indeed the most suitable candidate for the throne."

After chatting for a few more words, he took the initiative to say goodbye and leave.

After he left, Song Yinjian teleported to Xianyun's courtyard.

At this moment, Xianyun was sitting elegantly in the pavilion where the two of them often sat.

The cold moonlight fell on her, outlining her perfect and delicate features, making people unable to help but sink into it.

"Master, I'm here."

Song Yinjian stepped to her side and held her slender hand skillfully. It was soft and boneless, and felt great to the touch.

Xianyun struggled a little symbolically and snorted coldly, "Traitor!"

When Song Yinjian heard the word "traitor", he felt relieved all over.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a bit of a jerk, perhaps because his name contained the word "sword".

"Master, the Emperor asked you and me to go to Chenyu Valley tomorrow to buy some tea for him."

Xianyun believed that this was a lie he had made up and said, "Traitor, do you think your master is so easy to fool?"

Song Yinjian put on an extremely innocent look and said with a solemn oath, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the Emperor right now."

"Okay, I will let you know now that I will not tolerate any grain of sand in my eyes!"

After saying that, Xianyun cast a spell to send a message to Zhongli, asking about buying tea.

When Zhongli heard the voice transmission, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He had promised to help Master Song Yinjian, so he could only admit with a pinch of his nose that this was indeed the case.

Upon hearing this, Xianyun froze in place.

Song Yinjian deliberately covered his chest, his face full of resentment. "So, in Master's eyes, I'm just such a despicable person full of lies?"

"Traitor, this is indeed my fault." Xianyun said apologetically.

"This apology is not enough." Song Yinjian's eyes flashed with cunning.

"Then what do you want?" Xianyun asked helplessly.

As soon as she finished speaking, her red lips were kissed hard by Song Yinjian's mouth.

Feeling apologetic, she did not resist, allowing Song Yinjian to do whatever he wanted, and even actively responded to him.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, Xianyun gradually lost herself in it, enjoying the passionate kiss with him wholeheartedly.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly felt Song Yinjian's big hand wandering restlessly, giving her an unprecedented excitement.

Just when she was about to fall, her dignity as a master and elder woke her up.

She suddenly pushed Song Yinjian away, a cold look on her face as she sternly scolded him, "Traitor, don't push your luck!"

Song Yinjian looked at her pretty yet majestic face, and love surged in his heart.

He tried his best to suppress the impulse in his heart and replied gently: "Master, I know I was wrong."

When Xianyun heard this, he glanced at him unhappily. This guy was the typical example of someone who knew he was wrong but refused to correct it.

However, his attitude of honestly admitting his mistakes is worthy of recognition.

Her expression gradually softened. "Traitor, I still need some time."

Song Yinjian smiled slightly, his voice warm and firm, "I will always wait patiently."

Chapter 331 and Keqing

a few days later.

In the bright morning light, Song Yinjian and Keqing held hands and inspected the newly built urban area.

When they turned a corner, they found a large group of people gathered in front of a construction site ahead, with noisy discussions and quarrels coming one after another.

I saw several grassroots civil servants arguing emotionally with the people around them.

The two sides exchanged insults, their faces flushed, their words heated, and occasionally they would push and shove each other.

As time went by, the conflict became more intense, and the actions of both sides became more and more violent, and it seemed that the situation was about to get completely out of control.

At this moment, a majestic roar suddenly rang out, "Everyone, stop it!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone present stopped what they were doing unconsciously, turned their heads and looked in the direction of the voice.

When they saw the face of the person who made the sound, a trace of fear flashed across their faces at the same time, and their bodies weakly retreated a few steps.

Although this immortal master was usually kind and gentle to others, everyone knew that his ruthlessness and decisiveness were also frightening.

Song Yinjian looked serious as he slowly walked up to the civil servants and asked calmly, "What exactly happened?"

The civil servants did not dare to hide anything and recounted the whole story of the dispute in detail.

The situation is not complicated. These people were the original demolition households. They came to hinder the construction at the construction site because they felt that the demolition policy was unreasonable.

Keqing, who was standing aside, frowned, feeling that the situation was very difficult.

Because no matter what the demolition policy is, there will always be people who think it is unreasonable.

After understanding the situation, Song Yinjian asked the people to come to him one by one and express their requests.

For reasonable requests, he would write down his opinions on the spot, sign his name, and hand them over to the public.

As for unreasonable requests, he patiently explained the reasons to the public, using clear and logical words that convinced people.

In less than half an hour, all the conflicts were resolved, and the people expressed their gratitude to him profusely, with some even kneeling down and kowtowed on the spot.

After the crowd gradually dispersed, Song Yinjian walked up to the grassroots civil servants.

The civil servants were feeling uneasy at this moment, thinking that he would criticize them harshly.

But to their surprise, Song Yinjian simply patted their shoulders gently and said in a gentle voice, "Grassroots work is difficult, and everyone has worked hard. Let's have dinner tonight and relax. The expenses will be reimbursed later."

After saying that, he quickly took out a pen and paper, wrote a reimbursement form himself and handed it to them.

When several grassroots civil servants present saw the list, the grievances and emotions that had accumulated in their hearts for a long time intertwined together, and they could no longer hold back their tears and burst out.

Keqing looked at this scene and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

At this time, their superior, a fat man with a ruddy face, rushed over in a panic.

He was sweating profusely and his clothes were soaked with sweat. It was obvious that he had rushed here after hearing the news.

Song Yinjian's attitude towards this leader suddenly changed and he was no longer as gentle as before.

He looked stern and not only announced on the spot that he would be dismissed, but also demanded that law enforcement agencies punish him severely.

After resolving the matter here, Song Yinjian and Keqing turned and walked towards Tianheng Mountain to survey the location of the temple of Yixiao Daotian Zhenjun.

During the war between demons and gods, this immortal king asked his friends to cut off his horns to support the collapsing Tianheng Mountain, and he himself insisted on fighting until the last drop of blood was shed.

After discussion between the Emperor and the immortals, the next immortal sending ceremony will be held for him.

The winter wasteland is vast and desolate, with a breeze blowing past, bringing bone-chilling coldness but also a unique kind of clarity.

Song Yinjian and Keqing walked side by side in the wasteland, the dry grass under their feet rustling in the wind.

After walking for a while, Keqing slowed down her pace, turned her head to look at Song Yinjian, and said softly, "Yinjian, compared to you, I am still far behind.

If I were to handle today's matter, I certainly wouldn't be able to do it as perfectly as you have."

Song Yinjian smiled slightly when he heard this, "Master Ke, I just have more experience."

Keqing shook her head slightly. "Liyue has been through many vicissitudes for thousands of years, and countless people have experienced many things. But no one has ever been like you, holding a high position in the government, yet always keeping your eyes down."

"Because I'm a disciple of the Immortal Family, worldly power doesn't mean much to me." Song Yinjian spread his hands, his expression calm and composed. "The meaning of my life is to protect those who love me and those I love."

When he said this, he stopped and looked straight at Keqing.

Keqing's heart trembled, her eyes flickered, and deep affection emerged.

Song Yinjian didn't hesitate at all, lowered his head, and moved closer to her rosy thin lips.

The next second, their lips and tongues were intertwined.

After a long time, they reluctantly parted.

Then, after some investigation, the two of them determined the specific location of the temple.

As the sun sets and the sky is filled with brilliant rays of light, they return hand in hand.

"Yinjian, why do you keep calling me Master Ke?"

"Uh... this is a respectful title for you, to express my respect for you."

"But I don't know why I always feel offended."

"It must be your illusion."

"is it?"

As they were talking, the two of them had already stepped into the bustling city.

Song Yinjian gazed deeply at Keqing's beautiful face, his eyes filled with longing. "Master Ke, goodbye!"

Keqing took a deep breath, as if she had made a great decision, and mustered her courage to say, "Singing Sword, I have my own house in Liyue Harbor."

As soon as she said that, her pretty face instantly became hot. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Song Yinjian's eyes.

Song Yinjian naturally understood the implication in her words, "Can I go to your place for some tea?"

Keqing nodded slightly, her hair swaying slightly.

Then, under her guidance, the two came to an elegant house.

Keqing took out the key and opened the door with some trembling.

The two of them walked into the house one after another.

The door closed gently, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became subtle.

Song Yinjian could no longer suppress the surging love in his heart. He picked up Keqing gently but eagerly.

Keqing let out a soft cry and instinctively hugged Song Yinjian's neck, the blush on her face becoming more and more charming.

The two people's breaths intertwined, and the whole room was filled with strong spring love.

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Chapter 332: Daily Life of Rice Wife

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

During this period, Song Yinjian's life was fulfilling and enjoyable. He was busy with worldly affairs every day, but he also enjoyed it.

The only regret is that Rosalind is currently touring Mondstadt with the children from the orphanage, so we will have to wait for some time before we can meet again.

After the work at hand was basically finished, Song Yinjian took the Great Ci Tree King on board the passenger ship to Inazuma.

The passenger ship sailed slowly on the vast ocean, its bow splitting through the waves and splashing white water.

In an elegantly decorated cabin, Song Yinjian was lying on the bed and snoring.

Recently, he has been working hard almost every night and his spirit is a little depressed.

While I was sleeping, the cabin door was gently pushed open with a slight creaking sound.

The Great Compassionate Tree King walked in with light steps.

Perhaps because he realized that the visitor had no ill intentions, he did not wake up and was still immersed in his dream.