After a long time, Feng Qingcheng said: "In this world, nothing is completely black, and nothing is completely white. Sometimes the good ones are not necessarily good, and the bad ones are not necessarily bad. ”

Wan Wan became more and more confused when she heard this, she let go of her arm, held his face and looked at it seriously, "Hengzhi, are you suddenly interested and sentimental, or do you want to become a monk?" ”

Feng Qingcheng was stunned. How did she think of monasticism? With such an obvious temptation, she could tilt her direction. I'm afraid that if he makes it clear to her, her reaction will not be on the topic.

Feng Qingcheng looked at the person in his arms, looked at her bright eyes reflected by the lamp and candle, and the thought in his heart was silently extinguished again. No matter what the truth was back then, he could bear it alone. And why do you need to pull her to accompany her?

There are some things that she doesn't know but are good. It made her feel that Emperor Yan Shengdi was really a good person. When a person looks like a good person, he is actually the happiest.

Only those who live forever in the sun and breeze will only have the fragrance of sunny days and grass in their eyes. Once you have seen those wind knives and cold blades in the dark night, and then return to the sunlight, everything you see in front of you will not be as clear as the original.

Feng Qingcheng looked at her for a moment, and her expression was unclear and she called Wan Wan to beat the drum in her heart, she shook him and persuaded: "Although Hengzhi must look good in a Taoist robe, don't think about it." I haven't seen anyone really cultivate into an immortal throughout the ages. Pills are poisonous if you eat too much. Enlightenment is also quite tiring, and the more you enlighten, the more you think, the more you think, the faster you age.

Taoists themselves say that 'the beginning of all things, the road is simple, and the evolution is complex', which shows that everything in this world should be simple, not too complicated. Sleepy sleepy, hungry to eat, laugh when you like it, get angry when you don't like it......"

When she said this, her belly suddenly rumbled.

Feng Qingcheng's thoughts had already deviated 108,000 miles with her words, and when she heard this voice at this moment, she laughed and said, "It's a crooked and very reasonable crooked reason. - Let's go eat. ”

Wan Wan confirmed uneasily: "Then you don't want to cultivate the Tao?" ”

The smile on Feng Qingcheng's face was even heavier, "Why does Wan Wan think that I want to cultivate?" ”

Wan Wan said: "What white is not white, black is not black, isn't that the yin and yang fish." Good is not necessarily good, bad is not necessarily bad, such things are not only thought of by those who cultivate the Tao and seek immortals? ”

Feng Qingcheng thought for a while and said, "Wan Wan just said, 'The avenue is simple, and the evolution is complex'. My Wan Wan still has some study of Taoist schools? ”

Wan Wan straightened her waist and said, "Naturally, I am an all-round talent in civil and military affairs. ”

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but smile and said, "Yes, Wan Wan is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs." The civil and military all-rounders also have to eat, so we still hurry to eat. ”

Wan Wan didn't use snacks in the carriage today, and she tossed in the snow again, and her desire for food was naturally great. Even with such a great desire, Wan Wan still went to collect the Zhong Kui picture first.

Halfway through the scroll, Wan Wan stopped again. She shook the scroll and said to Feng Qingcheng: "Hengzhi, why don't we hang this painting in front of the door now." ”

Feng Qingcheng glanced at the painting at this moment. He couldn't help but look at Wanwan's hands shaking the scroll, and then returned his gaze to the picture again to confirm. Then he asked hesitantly, "Hang...... On the door? ”

Wan Wan said: "Yes, of course, Zhong Kui's picture is hung on the door." ”

Feng Qingcheng finally reminded: "Zhong Kui's picture is to be hung on the door, but this one is an ancient painting." ”

When Wan Wan heard the word "ancient painting", she gently grasped the scroll. She carefully spread the painting on the table and asked Feng Qingcheng, "Hengzhi, this painting is very valuable?" ”

Feng Qingcheng walked closer, looked at it carefully, and said: "The authentic works of the Wu family in the previous dynasty are not easy to find even in the previous dynasty. ”

Wan Wan's hand immediately left the painting, and she carefully observed every part of the scroll from all angles, "I didn't touch anything dirty." Then she shook her head again and again, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the things given by the emperor can't be sold." ”

Feng Qingcheng smiled, rubbed her sideburns and said, "You like gold so much? ”

Wan Wan declared: "I like gold the most. But I also like silver, and I don't dislike copper coins. ”

Feng Qingcheng rolled the scroll at random, and pulled Wan Wan to eat.

Seeing him treat the hard-won treasure like this, Wan Wan wanted to stop it. But on second thought, this is a treasure that cannot be sold. She doesn't know much about calligraphy and painting, and this picture is just a simple picture of Zhong Kui to her. So Wan Wan happily turned around and went to eat.

Before the spatula returned, Yuge and a few girls put the twilight food from the big kitchen on the table. Wan Wan let Aunt Tang see the food, and after making sure that there was no problem, she dared to let Feng Qingcheng move her chopsticks.

It's just that Wan Wan doesn't need to eat in the big kitchen every day, but the big kitchen never dares to deal with it sloppily. Meals are made with 100 times more care than before. But it's too delicate and attentive, but it lacks the flavor of the most deserving meal. Wan Wan is really hungry today, and these exquisite meals on the table at this moment are not as tempting and real as a simple bowl of soup cakes.

Feng Qingcheng seems to have been nurtured by Second Master Ming for too long, and she can't stop putting some plain vegetables in her bowl after a meal.

Halfway through the meal, the spatula and a few people returned home.

Wan Wan had a thought in her heart. She first looked at Feng Qingcheng and asked, "Is Hengzhi afraid of coming inside?" ”

Feng Qingcheng naturally replied, "Yes." ”

Wan Wan put her mind at ease, cleared her throat and called Jin Ying to command: "Go and call a spatula to stew a pot of meat, the kind of big bones and big pieces of meat, and all the pieces will flow oil." ”

For Wan Wan's orders, Jin Ying never thought about it, and she didn't care what kind of eyes Hou Ye was. She answered with a crisp "yes" and immediately took brisk steps to the small kitchen to find a spatula.

Feng Qingcheng didn't say anything to stop her, nor did he persuade her anything, just looked at her for a moment. That gaze is no different from ordinary times, but it is uncomfortable to look at Wanwan. She picked up her rice bowl and turned her body to the other side.

Feng Qingcheng smiled, retracted his gaze and continued to eat.

Wan Wan will finish the meal, put down the rice bowl and go into the house. She sat on the couch by the window, pricked up her ears to the sound in the kitchen, and looked forward to the stew.

It seems that you should eat meat in this kind of weather.

Not long after, Feng Qingcheng walked in.

When Wan Wan saw him walking straight towards her, she turned her head to the side and did not look at him.

Feng Qingcheng walked up to her, leaned down, and then stretched out his hands to hold her head and twist it, telling her to look at herself.

Wan Wan looked at him stunned.

What kind of routine is holding her head like this, shouldn't she pinch her chin!