The entire staircase and corridor were filled with [black] and [white].
Upon reflection, from the very beginning today, he had been seeing "black and white".
Only by knowing white can one see.
And at the end of this black-and-white corridor, a door emitting white light stood there.
Xu Chang’an walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and was about to speak when he heard Zhu Pingniang’s voice coming from inside the room.
"Co in."
With her voice, the room’s door automatically opened.
Xu Chang’an stepped into the room.
Unlike before, when the room was filled with the scent of musk, this room was very simple. Everywhere the eye could see was made of wood, emitting a faint sandalwood fragrance. So calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls, each with different styles, mainly focusing on ink wash paintings that collected the painstaking works of many famous artists.
It must be said that Zhu Pingniang’s hints were indeed effective for him, at least they reminded Xu Chang’an... Li Zhibai’s room was also like this, the teacher loved the calligraphy and paintings of famous artists.
After entering the room, he did not speak, because Zhu Pingniang was busy.
At this mont, she was still wearing that slim-fitting black long dress from her performance, only with an ink stick in her hand. As she gently rubbed the ink stick on the inkstone, the ink gradually ford, and she dipped a light brush into the ink and began writing.
As it landed on the paper, a straight line appeared on the white sheet.
Black and white were clearly defined.
Watching the "Tao" in front of him, Xu Chang’an rembered when Li Zhibai had done sothing similar, but unlike Li Zhibai’s teaching of "knowing white and guarding black", maintaining an attitude of "though understanding, as if seeing nothing", Zhu Pingniang did not have so many grand principles.
She just earnestly watched the ink stains under her brush, her jet-black eyes glistening, much like the black and white he had seen along the way.
Among them were so undisguised mories and tenderness.
At this mont, she had none of her usual allure and frivolity.
Xu Chang’an realized one thing.
Junior Master Qin was right, he... indeed beca a direct lineage of Senior Zhu.
Xu Chang’an wisely didn’t ask anything and looked away.
Zhu Pingniang wrote a few more characters, mounted them simply, and calmly said, "Hang it on the wall."
Xu Chang’an took the ink scroll.
On it were eight characters.
[Writing for no reason, sitting in forgotten mystery.]
He didn’t understand, but obediently hung it in the center of those ink treasures.
However, he soon understood.
Only to see Zhu Pingniang stretch lazily, extending her body line, she softly said, "Writing for no reason, sitting in forgotten mystery, better enjoy a tune."
Xu Chang’an blinked.
Understood, it ans cultivation is not as good as enjoying music.
Hmm?
...Is she saying that the teacher’s hard work on the mountain is not as joyful as being a madam at the Flower Moon Building?
Xu Chang’an was always particularly keen on strange places.
Just as he was thinking, Xu Chang’an suddenly felt Zhu Pingniang’s gaze fall on his face, as if she could guess the disrespectful thoughts he was having.
Xu Chang’an: "..."
At this ti, the expressionless Zhu Pingniang... really could put a lot of pressure on him.
Fortunately, this scrutinizing gaze didn’t last long before Zhu Pingniang looked away, pulled out a delicate brocade box from the drawer, and then... took out a small white flower?
It was a flower with narrow leaves, pure white petals, and a light yellow stan shaped like a lotus.
"Put it on for ." Zhu Pingniang placed the flower aside, saying sothing that made Xu Chang’an’s eye twitch.
"???
Looking at Senior Zhu quietly waiting in front of the makeup mirror for him to step forward, he was completely bewildered.
"Co over, help put it on."
Zhu Pingniang repeated, her tone calm, as if stating sothing that should happen: "In the past, your teacher did this; she’s not here, so you’ll take over."
Ah this...
But since it’s taking over for the teacher, there’s no problem.
Xu Chang’an thought about how Li Zhibai would place a hairpin for Zhu Pingniang and walked over to place the small pure white flower in Zhu Pingniang’s hair.
Jet black hair, pure white flower, another black and white combination.
"Does it look good?" Zhu Pingniang asked.
Xu Chang’an: "..."
Seeing the young man’s awkward look, Zhu Pingniang curled her lips, unable to hold it back any longer, burst into laughter along with Xu Chang’an’s astonishnt.
"Hahaha... Xiaochang’an, you’re really interesting, sister really likes you."
The black dress could no longer hide her good figure, and her strong charm returned to her eyes, captivating and radiant.
Xu Chang’an watched Zhu Pingniang laugh aloud, feeling chaotic inside.
But his heart was with Miss Yun, so he couldn’t care that much. He was about to speak with his hands cupped.
"Senior Zhu..."
"Stop." His words were choked back by Zhu Pingniang.
"Xiaochang’an."
Zhu Pingniang’s brows furrowed slightly, "Think before you speak, if I’m unhappy... you better head back to the mountain early."
As he felt Zhu Pingniang’s gaze sweeping over him, Xu Chang’an only felt... numb.
He was blinded by the identity of Fairy Zhu on stage and a friend of the teacher, how could he forget... the senior’s bad nature.
"Ms. Zhu." Xu Chang’an said helplessly.
"You’re not stupid." Zhu Pingniang snorted, crossing her legs, her embroidered shoe under the black long skirt lightly swinging towards the ink words on the wall, "If you dare to call senior again, you can go wherever you feel comfortable."
"What the elder sister says is right."
Having sothing to ask of soone, especially a capricious senior.
Does Xu Chang’an have a way?
No way at all.
——
What a pity.
Zhu Pingniang looked at Xu Chang’an, he was just Li Zhibai’s student and not a disciple, otherwise, getting him to call her master’s wife and telling Li Zhibai when he returned, her expression would definitely be very interesting.
"You can discuss whatever you need later." Zhu Pingniang leaned forward, pressing her hands on her legs, and asked, "When you ca up earlier, it was Lu’Er who led the way, wasn’t it?"
Although Xu Chang’an was anxious, he had no choice but to nod in agreent with the senior’s point.
"That’s good." Zhu Pingniang’s red lips curled up.
"Xiaochang’an, you’re really useful."
"..."
To Zhu Pingniang’s strange statent, Xu Chang’an remained unmoved. Although he seed helpless, in reality... he always maintained respect for Zhu Pingniang.
This elder was also worthy of his respect, having helped him greatly like the teacher.
Zhu Pingniang also understood his nature and didn’t feel disappointed.
She wasn’t wrong, since with Xu Chang’an’s presence, Lu’Er didn’t develop any inappropriate thoughts like Qin’Er did, this kind of useful person, wasn’t he practical?
"Do you know why I let you co alone?" Zhu Pingniang asked with a smile.
"Chang’an is foolish."
"It’s naturally because there are so things I don’t want Ms. Yun to hear."
Zhu Pingniang tilted her head slightly, the small white flower exceptionally eye-catching, she curled her long fingers and took out a letter, at the sa ti saying, "n with fickle hearts are not likable."
Xu Chang’an: "...?"
Only to see Zhu Pingniang shake the letter in her hand, smiling with an ambiguous expression.
"Tell about your affair with Qian Cheng."
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