The entire stairs and corridors are filled with [black] and [white].

Looking back carefully, today he has been seeing "black and white" from the very beginning.

Only by knowing the whiteness can you see it.

And at the end of the black and white corridor, a door with white light stood there.

Xu Changan walked to the door, took a deep breath, and was about to speak when he heard Zhu Pingniang's voice coming from the room.

"Come in."

With her voice, the door of the room opened automatically.

Xu Changan walked into the room.

Unlike the past, the room is very simple, and the visible part is made of wood, exuding a faint smell of sandalwood. There are a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, with different styles. The main works of ink paintings have been collected by many masters of calligraphy and painting.

I have to say that Zhu Pingniang’s hints to him are really useful, at least Xu Changan remembered... The same is true for Li Zhibai’s room, and the gentleman likes calligraphy and paintings of famous artists very much.

After he entered the house, he did not speak because Zhu Pingniang was busy.

At this time, she was still wearing the slim black long skirt she was performing, but there was an ink stick in her hand. As the ink stick gently rubbed on the inkstone, the ink gradually formed, and she took a light hair and dipped ink and put it on the pen.

When it falls on the paper, there is a straight line on the white paper.

Clear black and white.

Xu Changan looked at the "Tao" in front of him and remembered that Li Zhibai had done similar things, but unlike Li Zhibai's attitude of teaching him to "know white and keep the black" and to maintain "although he understands, he sees nothing" about everything, Zhu Pingniang doesn't have so many big reasons.

She just looked at the ink stains in her pen seriously, her dark pupils glowing with water, which looked like the black and white contrasts that Xu Changan saw when he walked along the way.

There are also some memories and tenderness that are not hidden.

At this time, she did not have the charm or injustice of the past.

Xu Changan realized something.

Uncle Qin was right, he... indeed became Senior Zhu's direct line.

Xu Changan was very tactful and asked nothing, and looked away.

Zhu Pingniang wrote a few more words, simply framed them, waved her hand, and said calmly: "Hang on the wall."

Xu Changan took the ink word.

There are eight words written on it.

[When I pick up my pen, I forget the mysterious scriptures.]

He didn't understand, but he obediently hung it in the center of those calligraphy treasures.

But he quickly understood.

Zhu Pingniang stretched her waist gently, stretched her body curves while whispering: "It's not easy to pick up the pen, and it's better to listen to the song than to sit in the mysterious scripture."

Xu Changan blinked.

If you understand, it means that practicing is worse than listening to music.

Um?

...Is it because he is saying that the gentleman is not as happy as a pimp mother in the Huayue Tower as she is not as hard as a pimp mother?

Xu Changan is always particularly keen in strange places.

Just as he was thinking, Xu Changan suddenly felt Zhu Pingniang's eyes falling on him, as if he could guess what he was thinking about was rude.

Xu Changan: “…”

At this moment, Zhu Pingniang, who had a expressionless face... could really put a lot of pressure on him.

Fortunately, this kind of scrutiny has not passed long, so Zhu Pingniang looked away, took out an exquisite brocade box from the drawer, and then... took out a small white flower?

It was a lotus-shaped flower with narrow and long leaves, pure white petals, and light yellow stamens.

"Put it well for me." Zhu Pingniang put the flowers aside and said something that made Xu Changan's eyes twitch.

“???”

He looked at Senior Zhu who was waiting for him to step forward in front of the quiet makeup mirror, and was completely confused.

"Come here and help me put it on."

Zhu Pingniang repeated it again, her tone calm, as if she was stating what should have happened: "In the past, your husband did this. If she was not here, you will be the one who would come."

Ah this...

But since you are working on behalf of your husband, there is no problem.

Xu Changan thought about Li Zhibai's appearance of wearing a flower on Zhu Pingniang, walked over and put the pure white flower on Zhu Pingniang's temples.

The dark hair, pure white flowers, is also a black and white combination.

"Does it look good?" Zhu Pingniang asked.

Xu Changan: “…”

Looking at the boy's embarrassed look, Zhu Pingniang curled the corners of her mouth. With Xu Changan's astonished look, she finally couldn't hold back and laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha...Little Chang'an, you are so interesting, sister likes you so much."

The black clothes can no longer cover her good figure, and the rich charm also returns to the corners of her eyes, making her charming.

Xu Changan looked at Zhu Pingniang and laughed, feeling confused.

However, he was concerned about Miss Yun and didn't care about so much, so he wanted to speak up.

“Before wishes…”

"Stop." His words were choked back by Zhu Pingniang.

"Little Chang'an."

Zhu Pingniang made a frown, "Think clearly before talking. If I am unhappy, sister... you should go back to the mountain earlier."

Seeing Zhu Pingniang's eyes scanning her body, Xu Changan felt... it was numb.

He was fascinated by the identity of Fairy Zhu and his friend on the stage. How could he forget... the bad temperament of his senior.

"Sister," Xu Changan said helplessly.

"It's not a stupid person." Zhu Pingniang snorted, crossed her legs, and the tips of the embroidered shoes under the black long skirt shook gently at the ink words on the wall. "If you dare to call me senior, you will be cooler and stay wherever you want."

"What my sister said."

He is still a willful senior.

Can Xu Changan have a solution?

There is no way.

——

What a pity.

Zhu Pingniang looked at Xu Changan and shook her head. He was just Li Zhibai's student, not a disciple. Otherwise, he would call him a master's wife and go back and tell Li Zhibai that her expression must be very interesting.

"If you have something to do, I'll talk about it later." Zhu Pingniang leaned forward, pressed her hands on her legs, and asked, "When you came up just now, it was Lu Yatou's way, right?"

Xu Changan was anxious but had no choice but to nod as he said to his senior.

"That's good." Zhu Pingniang curled her red lips: "Little Chang'an, you are so easy to use."

“…”

Xu Changan was unmoved by Zhu Pingniang's strange words. Although he seemed helpless, in fact... he maintained respect for Zhu Pingniang from beginning to end.

This elder is also worthy of his respect and has helped him a lot like his husband.

Zhu Pingniang also understood his personality and did not feel disappointed.

She was right. Because of Xu Chang'an's existence, Lu Yatou did not have any thoughts about her like Qin Yatou. Is such a tool not easy to use?

"Do you know why I asked you to come alone, sister?" Zhu Pingniang smiled with her lips pursed.

"Chang'an is stupid."

"It's because some words are hard to hear by Sister Yun."

Zhu Pingniang turned her head, and the little white flower was extremely conspicuous. She bent her slender fingers, took out a letter, and said at the same time: "The man with a fickle heart is not likable."

Xu Changan: “…?”

I saw Zhu Pingniang shook the letter in her hand, smiling.
Chapter completed!