Zhuge Chanjuan looked disdainful when she heard this, "Young master from a rich family?"
How could Nan Feng not hear the contempt and disdain in Zhuge Chanjuan's tone? He tilted his head and looked at her, "Why are you prejudiced against rich people?"
"I don't have any prejudice," Zhuge Chanjuan shook his head, "I just think that the pampered young master can't bear much hardship."
"Haha, what do you know?" Nanfeng smiled and walked towards the house to the north.
What women hate most is when men tell them what do they know, and Zhuge Chan was no exception. He quickly followed Nan Feng and said, "I don't understand. Please tell me."
"Why do people endure hardship?" Nanfeng asked.
Zhuge Chanjuan didn't answer. The question was too broad and she couldn't answer it.
Nanfeng didn't expect her to answer the call, so he asked and answered himself, "Only those who are not doing well need to endure hardship. Being able to endure hardship is not considered capable, but being able to endure hardship without hardship is considered capable."
Zhuge Chanjuan frowned and looked at him with disapproval in her eyes.
The south wind spread out spiritual energy and carried Zhuge Chanjuan through the door. "There are many possibilities for poor life. There are also natural disasters, but there are not many. Family background is the main reason. What determines family background? It is determined by ancestors of all generations. Decide with your parents that being able to gather wealth and gain profits means that their ancestors were smart and hard-working, while being poor and living in poverty means that their ancestors are stupid and lazy. Don’t underestimate blood. Dragons can’t give birth to mice, and mice can’t give birth to dragons.”
"What are you talking about?" Zhuge Chanjuan was very dissatisfied.
"To tell the truth," Nanfeng walked around the screen wall and headed into the courtyard, "I can only tell you the truth. If outsiders hear it, I'm afraid they will curse me to death."
"Why do the young masters from rich families seem to me to be playboys and second-generation sons?" Zhuge Chanjuan retorted.
"You're wrong to say that," Nanfeng shook his head, "We can't generalize. The situations you mentioned do exist, but most of them are from side houses. Marry a wife with virtue, and keep a concubine with beauty. You should have heard this saying. Really? Wealthy families will pay more attention to morality and intelligence when marrying a wife, because the legitimate heir will inherit the family business, and they must ensure that the wife is smart and kind, so that the children born in this way will be smart and kind, and their kindness will be subtle in the future.
There are not so many taboos when it comes to taking concubines. As you know, the heirs born from the side house are not qualified to inherit the family business. You can only give them some money to ensure that they have enough food and clothing. Therefore, when taking concubines, you should pay more attention to appearance, and good-looking people will be the main thing. Morality and other things can be put in the back. Most of the dandies you mentioned are born from these good-looking side houses. "
Zhuge Chanjuan didn't answer. What Nanfeng said was indeed true, and these rules were indeed followed by current marriages. But for some reason, even though she knew Nanfeng was telling the truth, she still didn't want to listen.
After a short silence, Zhuge Chanjuan finally spoke, "According to what you said..."
Before Zhuge Chanjuan could finish speaking, Nanfeng interrupted her, "What I said is the majority of cases. If you insist on using a few special cases to refute me, I won't argue with you."
What Zhuge Chanjuan wanted to say was suppressed in her stomach, which made her feel very uncomfortable, "You are also from a poor family..."
"My achievements today have nothing to do with my background," Nanfeng interrupted Zhuge Chanjuan again, "There are so many beggars in Chang'an, and they suffer no less than us. Why are we the only ones who are promising? A few, that's because we are different from them. The eldest sister once said that her mother is very handsome. You see, the eldest sister is also very good-looking. The eldest brother's father was originally an official, and the eldest brother is also very smart. Changle is a foreigner, and he doesn't remember his parents, but look at him, he dares to chop people's heads with a knife at the age of thirteen. This kind of cruelty is in his blood. Although the big eyes are the reincarnation of Taiyin Yuanjun, but She was reincarnated into the palace, look at her appearance..."
"Is it over yet?" Zhuge Chanjuan interrupted Nanfeng impatiently, "Where is Wen Zhao?"
"In the backyard."
The Wen family was quite wealthy, with many houses in the mansion and three courtyards. Wen Zhao lived in the second upper room. The upper room did not refer to the room upstairs, but the main room facing the sun. The main room was the main room and the upper room. The wing room is the auxiliary room and the lower room.
When the two found Wen Zhao, Wen Zhao was sitting on the edge of the bed soaking his feet, holding a book in his hand and reading. There was a little maid standing next to him.
Wen Zhao is young, in his early twenties, handsome and talented.
There was a table and chairs in the middle of the room. The two of them sat down at the table to observe. This place was only two feet away from the bed where Wen Zhao was sitting, but there was a spiritual energy barrier, so Wen Zhao could not notice the presence of the two of them.
"Isn't it said that you should marry a wife with virtue and take a concubine with beauty? This man is very handsome. The mother should not be ugly, right?" Zhuge Chanjuan said.
Since the two had talked before, as soon as Zhuge Chanjuan spoke, Nanfeng knew that this guy was sarcastically saying, "You are just trying to make excuses. Aren't there a lot of beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous women in this world? Is it possible that there are some?" Does a virtuous woman have to have a crooked nose and twisted mouth?"
"Hmph." Zhuge Chanjuan reached for the fruit on the table. This is a fruit only found in the south. In the north, non-rich families are not allowed to enjoy it.
Zhuge Chanjuan took one, and Nanfeng made up for it.
Zhuge Chanjuan gnawed on the fruit, "It is said that a horse's power can be seen from a distance, and a person's heart can be seen over time. What can you tell in such a short time?"
Nanfeng said casually, "A person who really understands horses doesn't need Lu Yao. He can tell what a horse is like just by looking at it. A truly discerning person doesn't need to observe for a long time. He can clearly discern a person's character through some details."
Zhuge Chanjuan did not answer Nanfeng's words and tilted her head to look at Wen Zhao, "Looking at his expression, it is clear that he is used to being served as a child."
Nanfeng nodded, Wen Zhao read a book and soaked his feet. He didn't feel awkward at all because the maid was standing beside him. He was fully focused and relaxed.
When the water temperature dropped, the maid squatted down and helped Wen Zhao wash his feet. Wen Zhao was not surprised and continued to read.
"Do you also want me to serve you like this?" Zhuge Chanjuan looked at Nanfeng.
"I think so, but I know there is no hope in this life." Nanfeng said casually.
"Will Yuan Anning wash your feet?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"I'm not a rich young man." Nan Feng answered the question inappropriately.
Zhuge Chanjuan glanced at Nanfeng and said, "I don't like this person. You cause something to happen, test him, and leave early."
"Why don't you like him?" Nanfeng asked.
"If you don't like it, you just don't like it. How can there be so many reasons?" Zhuge Chanjuan frowned.
"It's not without reason that our ancestors set the rule that women are not allowed to participate in politics." Nanfeng said casually.
"What do you mean?" Zhuge Chanjuan was displeased.
"Because women are unreasonable," Nanfeng said with a smile, "There is always a reason to hate someone, and there is always a reason to like someone. You hate people for no reason. If you are in power, you will probably ignore everything. , they don’t distinguish between right and wrong, loyal and traitorous, they appoint high-ranking officials to others if they like them, and dismiss them from office if they don’t like them, so that’s not a mess... "
"Bah." Zhuge Chanjuan was offended by what she heard. She opened her mouth and spit out the core in her mouth toward the south wind.
It is difficult to guard against domestic thieves during the day and night. Nanfeng never expected that Zhuge Chanjuan would sneak attack on him. He was so close and could not react in time. The core entered the door.
Zhuge Chanjuan succeeded in the sneak attack, laughed proudly, opened her mouth, and the core was spat back by Nanfeng. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed it directly.
It's okay for women to tease men, but it's not okay for men to tease women. Nanfeng's move was like poking a hornet's nest. Zhuge Chanjuan was so angry that she took a bite of the fruit and spat out. Nanfeng tilted her head left and right, making her unable to aim.
Zhuge Chanjuan became anxious. She grabbed Nanfeng's hair to prevent him from moving, and vomited into her mouth.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Nanfeng could only sit back and wait for death. Zhuge Chanjuan regained the upper hand, stopped vomiting, swallowed the pulp, kissed her, and let go with satisfaction.
"What can you tell if you just sit like this? Do something quickly." Zhuge Chanjuan was a little sleepy.
"I've seen a lot of things." Nanfeng said.
"Huh?" Zhuge Chanjuan tilted her head.
Nanfeng pointed to the desk in front of the window, "Did you see that pile of books?"
"What's wrong?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"There are nine books in that pile, seven of them are Taoist scriptures, one is about mountains and seas, and one is a Buddhist scripture," Nanfeng pointed out, "This shows that this person advocates Taoism, likes to visit the ancient world, and has no interest in the world of mortals. "
"Oh." Zhuge Chanjuan responded.
Nanfeng said again, "Of the seven Taoist scriptures, four are from the upper clear, two are from the Yuqing, and only one is from the Taiqing. The four upper clear scriptures are more seriously worn, which shows that he reads The more times he has read it, the more likely it is that he is more acquainted with the teachings of the Shangqing Sect."
"If he really liked Taoism, he wouldn't read Buddhist scriptures." Zhuge Chanjuan didn't like Wen Zhao and didn't like him no matter what.
"Otherwise," Nanfeng waved his hand, "that Buddhist scripture is what he uses to compare with Taoist scriptures. If he is really interested in Buddhism, he will not only have one Diamond Sutra. He believes in it but does not follow it blindly. This person It’s fair, I admire him very much.”
Zhuge Chanjuan glanced at Nanfeng but did not answer.
Nanfeng added, "What he is holding is Zhuangzi's Equality of Things. I also studied this book when I was in the Taiqing Dynasty. It talks about the mutual transformation of yin and yang. Books like this are very boring. Yes, he looks so attentively, which shows that he is really calm."
"To put it bluntly, you just like him?" Zhuge Chanjuan rolled her eyes at Nanfeng.
"Just because he is a rich man, I should hate him?" Nanfeng frowned.
"You can keep watch here, I'll go back first." Zhuge Chanjuan stood up.
"Don't worry, we'll leave in a moment." Nanfeng held her hand.
There was a spiritual energy barrier around the table, and Zhuge Chanjuan could not walk away, so she could only sit back.
Nanfeng pointed to Wen Zhao, who was sitting beside the bed, "The maid will leave after a while with the footbath. At that time, I will let her accidentally knock over the footbath. You should keep an eye on it."
Zhuge Chanjuan nodded perfunctorily.
At this time, the maid was still washing Wen Zhao's feet, and there was no sign of leaving. Nanfeng took the opportunity to say, "When I was in Chang'an, I once saw Wen Zhao perform a move. The martial arts he used were similar to the Hunyuan Divine Kung Fu of the Taiqing Sect. The magic is that although it is limited by spiritual energy cultivation and is not as powerful as the Hunyuan Divine Art, it is already well versed in the mysteries of yin and yang, and is adept at using one's spear to counterattack the other's shield."
"Oh." Zhuge Chanjuan responded.
After waiting for a while, the maid took a cotton towel and wiped Wen Zhao's feet.
"I'm ready to take action, please pay attention." Nanfeng reminded.
"What are you looking at?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked casually.
"Look at Wen Zhao's reaction and look at the maid's expression." When Nan Feng spoke, the maid had already picked up the footbath.
"Looking at the maid?" Zhuge Chanjuan was puzzled.
"If she looks frightened, it means that Wen Zhao is harsh with others and lacks kindness." Nanfeng said, at the same time, the spiritual energy was sent out, and the maid immediately "missed"...