jdhmnovel Chapter 249 Young Master Zhao Ceying?
Chapter 249 Young Master Zhao Ceying?
This self-sufficient life inexplicably reminded them of the famous pastoral poets.
“This really has the artistic conception of rural life.”
The young ladies are full of imagination about a life in paradise.
"Coming."
From a distance, one can already see Zhuangzi's outline.
……
When they arrived at the village, the noble ladies who were "locked" in the carriages filed out one after another.
The scene surrounded by blue sky, white clouds, green grass, flowers and vegetation made it hard for them to imagine that this was just a "Zhuangzi".
Take a deep breath, and the fragrance of soil and the scent of flowers instantly rush into your nostrils.
An Qingyan said with a rare hint of sarcasm, "Molan, this kind of place is not usually called Zhuangzi."
"Ok?"
"It's called the palace."
“That’s exaggerated~”
"No, no, no, it's really beautiful."
Ordinary houses, extraordinary decoration and maintenance, the imperial palace has carved beams and painted buildings, and there are vines and flowers here.
This natural stacking naturally removes the nobleness of gold and silver, and adds a sense of wonderland created by nature and wilderness.
Having seen the prosperity of Tokyo, even Rulan wanted to paint a picture to record the beauty before her eyes.
"Sister Qingyan, I'm going to grind the ink."
"It's all up to you!" Cai Qingyou now wished he could have the same copying skills as An Qingyan, so that he could bring this beautiful scenery back to Tokyo and share it with his mother and sister.
"Then let's go hunting."
"Good good."
Hunting may sound exaggerated, but the necessary configuration is not less at all.
Most of the guards were taken away, and even Molan was always accompanied by a female servant who could also ride a horse and had a dagger on her waist.
Behind Zhuangzi is a hillside and a jungle.
For Mo Lan, who has wood spiritual roots, coming back here feels more at home than going home.
The plants greeted her with rustling sounds accompanied by the wind, and the small animals that had been dormant in the mountains and forests also turned from hibernation to revelry.
This greatly reduces the difficulty of hunting.
Molan is naturally close to small animals.
It's their instinct.
But if we really want to get to the bottom of it, the truth is that she is delicious to these little animals.
It may be like a towering tree, or like a rare Ganoderma lucidum, one bite of which can cure diseases and prolong life.
They gathered together instinctively, wanting to get some of its scent.
When Molan was in the Qing Dynasty, he could easily pull a fifteen-force bow. Now, shooting prey with a bow and arrow is naturally a piece of cake for him.
Zhao Ceying felt more pressure as he watched Molan's arrows hit the target every time.
Just as he and his guards successfully hunted three deer and returned with a full load, the scene he saw made him gasp.
Molan is actually playing with a snake!!
An emerald green snake snaked up Molan's arm. Molan put her face against the snake's tongue, squinting her eyes and laughing.
This scared Zhao Ceying silly.
He didn't dare to breathe, for fear that any noise would disturb the poisonous snake and cause it to suddenly attack and bite Molan.
While lowering his voice and approaching cautiously, Zhao Ceying called out,
"Molan!!"
"That, that's a poisonous snake!!"
Molan heard the noise and turned back with a smile.
She put down her arms and did not deliberately lower her voice, "Let's go, don't hurt anyone."
To Zhao Ceying, this snake seemed particularly human-like. After rubbing its head against Molan's cheek, it turned around and meandered away.
Hearing the rustling sound gradually disappear, Zhao Ceying took a step forward.
At this time, Molan slowly answered Zhao Ceying's initial question.
"I know."
It is poisonous.
Zhao Ceying squatted beside him and breathed a sigh of relief.
He said to Molan,
"You are too bold. This triangular head has clear edges and is emerald green. If you take one bite, you will be dead in less than an incense stick of time!"
“I was born this way.”
"You have to be careful then."
"Don't worry, I brought medicine."
As she spoke, Molan showed her purse.
Looking at the powder in his purse, Zhao Ceying frowned and asked, "Are you sure it works?"
"How about giving it a try?"
"Never mind, never mind. I have to be more careful. You scared me to death."
"You are so timid."
"Yes Yes."
Zhao Ceying looked at Molan's face full of innocence and could only sigh deeply.
Okay, it's okay that he was just making a fuss!
You are beautiful, and everything you say is right!
But Zhao Ceying felt from the bottom of his heart that letting Molan "explore" the jungle alone was an extremely terrifying thing.
So he gave up the idea of having fun and followed Molan.
"The jungle on your farm is so huge."
"I've liked it since I was a kid, so my lady arranged everything for me."
"very nice."
"Ah."
"Speaking of which...is it really okay for us to just randomly beat these away?"
Zhao Ceying pointed at the various trophies he was dragging along, and for a moment he felt a little guilty about his recent indulgence.
But Molan waved her hand and said indifferently,
"It's okay. Someone has to come and harvest the crops every fall anyway, so why not us?"
"Do we need to send people to hunt these livestock?"
In response to Zhao Ceying's surprise, Mo Lan nodded and responded as a matter of course, "Of course."
"Why?"
"For balance."
The word "balance" made Zhao Ceying silent for a long time.
He is not stupid. The fact that he is second only to the eldest Changbai in knowledge and inferior to Changfeng who inherited all of Sheng Hong's genes in poetry and songs is enough to prove that he is talented.
He nodded, and said with a sigh of sudden enlightenment,
“I never thought that running a farm could be connected to the great Dao.”
"Different paths lead to the same destination, that's it."
Molan explained it casually, mostly using examples to give Zhao Ceying a better sense of the picture.
"If I wasn't ruthless, either my farm would be devoured by them, the jungle would be out of ammunition and food, the farm would be unable to make ends meet, and both people and animals would be displaced.
Either the jungle took over Zhuangzi and turned against Tiangang.
They are affectionate and lovable, but that doesn’t conflict with the means of controlling them.”
"Zhao is being taught."
Seeing that Zhao Ceying actually bowed, Molan couldn't help smacking her lips and said helplessly,
"You are too serious."
"Ah... then what should Zhao do?"
“Yes, it’s this Zhao who has a problem.
Why don’t we just call each other by our first names? Brother Zhao is a lot, and Miss Sheng is a lot too.
Even if you call Miss An like this, two people will turn around. "
After all, they had been classmates in private school for many years, and it would not be considered rude or offensive to address her by her first name. After carefully considering the pros and cons for Molan, Zhao Ceying no longer refused.
So he changed his words and said,
"Ms. Sheng Molan."
"Master Zhao Ceying?"
Molan's questioning address made Zhao Ceying realize the problem with this change of words, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha, so stupid."