Zhao Qian'er's already big peach blossom eyes opened even wider at this moment, staring intently at the pair of "adults and bitches" in front of her who were exchanging glances.
I saw that the young lady's mouth, which had just eaten grapes but had been eaten by someone else, was slightly open, as if she had forgotten to close it for a moment.
Her cherry-like lips were pouting moistly, and even without any rouge on them, they seemed even redder and more tender than before. I don't know how Brother Rong'er had bullied her just now.
The young lady's chest was heaving, and she was breathing softly, exhaling fragrant air to make up for the air she had just lost, and it took her a while for her to recover.
At this moment, facing Rong'er's request for "one more", and a crystal grape already close to her lips, a hint of shyness instantly appeared on the young lady's pretty face.
She put on a fierce expression, glared at Brother Rong'er who was making faces, then turned away with red cheeks.
And Rong'er leaned close to the young lady's ear and whispered something that Zhao Qian'er couldn't hear. It was something shameful and shameful, and the young lady pinched and pushed him. If they were not under the roof and couldn't free their feet, the young lady would probably kick Rong'er...
Zhao Qian'er watched eagerly as the young lady and Rong'er fed each other grapes and flirted with each other as if no one was around. They were pushing each other one second, and the next they were hugging each other and being affectionate.
She puffed her lips slightly, with grape seeds still between her lips and teeth.
"Mmm, Rong Wu Guo~"
Zhao Qian'er imitated the young lady's behavior just now, pursing her lips in a very realistic way, and moved closer to Brother Rong'er. After mumbling something indistinctly, she looked at him.
She also wants to...spit out the grape seeds.
Brother Rong'er, come and pick me up quickly!
Zhao Rong, who was smiling and talking in his wife's ear, was stunned and turned around.
He lowered his head to look at his left hand, thought for a moment, quickly hid the 'Qingjun Trap' in his sleeve, and earnestly warned the gloomy-faced little girl.
"Pay attention to the hygiene of the roof and don't spit everywhere."
Zhao Qianer: “…”
She suddenly felt that the juicy grapes in her mouth, which had been sweet just a moment ago, were no longer sweet.
I won't eat it anymore. These stinky grapes are so sour. Ugh...
The little girl bit her teeth and spit out the grape seeds in her mouth.
But soon after, he buried his head and hugged his knees, trembling. He was showing off his love just because they didn't agree with each other. She was... scared.
Zhao Qian'er had a raised small nose, a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly red corners, and a delicate and lovely look.
She raised her little head and looked at the lonely bright moon in the sky.
At a certain moment, Zhao Qianer realized.
Life is like a grape with a myriad of flavors. You never know what flavor it will taste like when you take a bite...
The excitement is theirs, I have nothing...
Human joys and sorrows are not shared, I just think they are just quarreling...
The little girl had a sudden enlightenment, her thoughts suddenly became profound, her life realm was sublimated, and she felt that she was one step closer to the great path.
Big pig trotters and the like will only affect the speed at which she draws the sword.
Humph, you stinky young lady, you stinky brother Rong'er, just wait for me. When I attain enlightenment and become a seventh-level free and easy sword fairy, I will use... I will use my natal flying sword that can turn the virtual into the real to peel the grape skins and collect the grape seeds.
Catching grape seeds with your hands or mouth is nothing special. Brother Rong'er, please crawl for me, okay?
Zhao Qianer turned around, her back facing the young couple.
The little girl had a tense face, supported her chin with her hands, and thought for a while with puffs of air, nodding her head from time to time, secretly rehearsing something with a proud look on her face.
For example, in the future, Rong Erge begged him to pick up grape seeds for her, but she raised her chin with a cold face, ignored him for three full breaths, and then reluctantly nodded, opened her mouth slightly in a proud manner, and then Rong Erge consciously fed her grapes, even more servile than to the young lady...
Just like that, Zhao Qian'er thought sweetly for a while. At this moment, she heard Brother Rong'er behind her seemed to be chatting with the young lady about the strange topic before.
Zhao Qian'er, whose spiritual realm had risen sharply, snorted and shook her head, with an indifferent look on her little face.
But... after a few breaths, the little girl's ears quietly pricked up.
Hmm, just listen to one sentence and see if it says anything bad about her. If it does, write it down in the notebook, hum…
Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head, a strand of black hair stuck to the left corner of her red lips. The blush on her pretty face had faded, and only a faint pink remained on her fair skin.
She looked at her husband's face, pursed her red lips, frowned, and pretended to sternly scare him, but after trying several times, she couldn't keep her expression straight. When she finally spoke, even her voice was soft and weak, which made people feel lovable.
"It's hot." Concubine Zhao Ling twisted in Zhao Rong's arms and bit her lip.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong immediately let go of his hands that were causing trouble for his wife, and raised his hand to fan her instead, "Okay, okay."
Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and looked at Zhao Rong, who loved to bully her but also loved her very much. She shook her hair helplessly and said, "Why are you still like a child?"
Zhao Rong frowned and deliberately said seriously: "Madam, do you like children? Then let's have a few more."
Concubine Zhao Ling raised her bare hand and pinched his nose in embarrassment, "Don't talk."
Zhao Rong shut up and blinked.
Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head slightly, pinched her husband's nose and shook it, then looked at him shaking his head in a daze and smiled sweetly.
Zhao Rong looked at her with a smile.
Concubine Zhao Ling leaned in Zhao Rong's arms and reached out to take the grapes from him.
She picked up one with her delicate hands and peeled the skin with her fingers.
Not long after, Concubine Zhao Ling gently handed a plump and clean grape to his mouth, and then, as if she had foreseen it, after Zhao Rong opened his mouth, she threw the grape into his mouth, and two slender fingers quickly retracted into her arms.
Zhao Rong's evil intention of "eating" her jade finger came to nothing.
Concubine Zhao Ling raised her lips slightly and rolled her eyes at him.
Autumn eyes become more charming.
But when Zhao Rong looked helpless, she slightly opened her red lips, took the two slender fingers that were covered with grape juice and escaped from Zhao Rong's mouth, put them into her mouth, sucked them gently without disgust, and then continued to peel grapes for her husband with the two slender fingers.
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing and said that he was just a child and Qingjun was still the same as when he was a child.
At that time, he liked to bully Qingjun and Qian'er. Every time he picked the grapes they liked to eat, he just asked Qingjun and Qian'er to peel the grapes for him and didn't let them eat them.
Therefore, in order to satisfy his cravings and thirst, Qingjun learned to lick his fingers, which was an alternative form of "touching fingers", and gradually it became a habit.
At this time, Concubine Zhao Lingfei handed another crystal grape to Zhao Rong's mouth, and at the same time, she slightly bent the palm of her other hand, put it in front of his lips, and took the grape seeds for him.
At the same time, she raised her eyes, stared at Zhao Rong and said:
"My husband, I understand what you just said, but Mr. Tao has something else he said that I don't understand. Why did he say that about the saint? What does it mean that as long as the saint is alive, the thief will not die?"
Zhao Rong ate the grapes at his mouth. Hearing this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He followed the old rules and praised Qingjun.
"My wife is very perceptive. She understood after I explained it only once. As for the following question."
His expression gradually became serious. "I am only telling you my understanding, for your reference. You don't have to believe me completely."
Concubine Zhao Ling nodded, then shook her head, and said nothing.
"As long as the saints live, the thieves will not stop..."
Zhao Rong chuckled and muttered, then he paused for a moment and said calmly:
"I just told you that the Taoists believed that morality should be equal. All people in the world have equal morality. There is no difference in high or low, because difference is the root of contradiction."
He paused.
"So as long as saints live, thieves will not cease to exist. Because once a saint who is morally superior appears, thieves will also appear to steal the saint's position!"
"It's like a bright lamp in a dark room. You think it can illuminate the darkness, but you don't know that it is because of the appearance of light that darkness is created. On the contrary, without the bright lamp, the dark room will be in chaos. How can there be any differences or disputes?"
Zhao Rong looked up at the lonely bright moon in the sky. In the darkness, the moon was hanging high in the sky, and its silver light spread all over the earth, becoming the most eye-catching thing in the dark night.
So, over the past tens of millions of years, countless creatures in the Xuanhuang Realm have had the ambition and passion to reach the moon in the sky, some for good, some for evil.
Who doesn’t want to be the highest bright moon, hanging high above the heads of all living beings?
"Qing Jun, remember, once beautiful morality is vigorously promoted, most of the people who are mobilized are not good people. As a Confucian scholar, I do not deny this."
"It's just like the context of your defense in the bamboo forest today. It's precisely because the world lacks morality that we Confucian scholars double our efforts to promote morality and work hard to do something."
"The Taoists opposed differences, but our Confucian saints did the exact opposite. They subdivided the 'Tao' into morality, benevolence, righteousness and propriety, and vigorously promoted them, which led to differences."
Zhao Rong suddenly looked at Qing Jun and said in a deep voice:
"So the Taoists believe that it is us Confucians who have confused the hearts of the people. In their mouths, education and etiquette have become the root of chaos."
He paused, sat upright, glanced at Qingjun who was listening attentively and Qian'er who was eavesdropping with her head tilted, and sighed softly.
"This is also why Taoism advocates 'non-action' and opposes the 'action' of other schools of thought."
"The wise made copper and iron tools to cultivate the land, while the thieves used them to make swords and fight for the world."
"The wise man used fire to help the people, but the thief used fire to burn the city, destroy houses, and rob, kill, and loot."
"The sages set up morality, benevolence, justice and propriety to restrain the people, but the thieves stole morality, benevolence, justice and propriety, and used the sages' laws to enslave the people. They even coveted the sages' wisdom and wanted to steal the sages' position to rule the world."
Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly spoke up: "So that's why Mr. Tao said in the bamboo forest today that the more you do, the more mistakes you make?"
She raised her head, her autumn eyes slightly closed, staring at the bright moon, and murmured:
"So, since the Xuanhuang people established the "Xuan Emperor Law", there may be thieves who take advantage of it."
"If you build the human race's Taizong, there will be a possibility that a thief will steal the human race's Taizong."
"If the human race is enthroned as an elector, there may be a thief who steals the electoral position;"
"If we cast the Black Cauldron to suppress the Nine Continents, there might be a thief who could steal the Black Cauldron... In the end, what the Taoists were most worried about was..."
Concubine Zhao Ling frowned, "The throne of the Great Emperor could be stolen by a false saint!"
When we suddenly talked about this extremely unusual topic, the air on the roof seemed to freeze.
Zhao Rong did not comment and remained silent.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the book of unofficial history of a small country called Nankang that he had borrowed from the library.
After reading that book, Zhao Rong became interested in it and often went to the library to borrow books, most of which were official and unofficial histories of the dynasties below the mountain.
In addition to reading history to gain wisdom and appreciating the customs and heroes of various countries in the world, he also saw some other "things".
Sometimes, Zhao Rong would light a lamp and read late at night, flipping through history books. The more he read, the more silent he became.
The window was closed, but he shuddered.
Zhao Rong was silent for a while, then he opened the book again and looked carefully. He searched again and again, and finally, he read two words between the lines.
Big thief.
Wangquezhou has seen countless thieves throughout hundreds of dynasties and thousands of years of history.
He who steals a hook will be put to death, and he who steals a country will become a marquis.
Even the compilers of these so-called official histories are themselves thieves who stole the country! They wrote paintings to whitewash the peace.
However, Zhao Rong is now half a mountain man, sitting alone in a study room in a corner of a Confucian academy, studying.
These things happening down in the mountains seemed very far away from him, and he could only get a glimpse of them through these withered pages.
The days in this secluded city pass very slowly.
Zhao Rong's current life, apart from studying in the academy, is spending time with his wife and Qian'er.
As for the possible thieves in the mountains that the lady was worried about, they seemed to be even more distant, or higher up, than the thieves in the secular world below the mountain.
Zhao Rong did not answer his wife's question, shook his head, and continued:
"As long as the saints live, the thieves will continue to exist. The saints are not bad, and the saints' teachings are not bad. It is the bad people who use the saints' teachings to do bad things. The ones who deserve to die are not the saints, but the thieves. However, as long as the saints' teachings exist, they will inevitably be used by bad people."
"Qing Jun, this seemingly unsolvable paradox is actually very clear to most of us orthodox Confucian students."
Concubine Zhao Ling hesitated to speak.
She glanced at her husband who had no intention of continuing to speak, thought for a moment, and could not help but ask, "Since the Taoists were the first to bring this up, do they have any way to deal with it?"
Zhao Rong nodded: "Fellow Daoist Tao has already said today that since the trouble is caused by the 'gap', then we should try our best to cover up the 'gap'."
“Return to the ancient times, abandon wisdom, abandon cleverness, abandon profit, do not enlighten the wisdom, let the people be ignorant, so that the big thieves will have nothing to steal, and the thieves will steal in vain. In this way, the big thieves will stop and the world will be peaceful.”
Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly recalled what Zhao Rong had said when he walked into the bamboo forest during the day:
It is a paradise, with two villages next to each other, chickens and dogs can hear each other, but the people never interact with each other until they die.
This is probably the simple world without saints and thieves that Tao Yuanran talked about?
only……
Zhao Lingfei slowly shook her head, "How can I possibly go back?"
She glanced at her husband and said with emotion, "So that's why my husband said in the daytime that the world has become wise, chaos has died, and simplicity is hard to return to?"
Zhao Rong nodded. In fact, there were some special topics that he deliberately didn't mention, such as how to deal with the cultivators on the mountain? How to deal with the Xuanhuang cultivation world that hangs over the heads of the people of the world?
The air was quiet for a while.
Zhao Rong felt that the topic seemed a bit heavy, so he smiled with a relaxed expression and patted Zhao Lingfei's hand, who was in a trance.
He picked up a grape, put it in his mouth, and while eating, he suddenly paused and asked:
"Oh, Qingjun, there is actually a conceptual issue here. Do you think that human nature is inherently good or evil, or that it fluctuates between good and evil, or even that there is no distinction between good and evil?"
Concubine Zhao Ling was silent for a while and understood what he meant.
She stared at the man in front of her who was patiently teaching her everything he knew.
“I don’t know whether human nature is good or evil. But I think that as long as we are exposed to the sun, human nature will tend to be good.”
Concubine Zhao Ling took Zhao Rong's right hand, and then took the right hand of the little girl who was eavesdropping nearby, and the three of them held hands tightly together.
She frowned and spoke clearly, word by word:
"Thank you, husband, for talking to me so much."
"I understand the Taoists who advocate 'non-action', but I don't agree with them, because a simple world where all people are ignorant and desireless and equal cannot last forever. Wisdom will always emerge, and differences will always appear in the world. But human nature is like flowers and trees that face the sun. As long as there is sun, they will grow upwards, and saints are this sun. Brother Rong'er, you... are my sun."
In the darkness, the man who was taking a break from chewing grapes was stunned.