Never expect that others can understand you or sympathize with you.
They will only doubt, and they will always doubt.
Even if you have become a person who has escaped from vulgar taste and benefits the country and the people, you will still be considered to have gained both fame and fortune.
They only care about what you get. They don't think that you contribute more than you get. They think that you are making profits for yourself.
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These thoughts are nothing and normal.
Human nature is what it is.
But from Fang Jue's point of view, if the family members on Taihuang Mountain thought the same way, they would really be disappointed.
Is it possible that in the whole world, only the old Pavilion Master can understand me?
Why would the old man hand over the Emperor Zun Pavilion to someone who is not of his own blood?
No one understood this matter. As a party involved, Dian Qingqiu naturally felt even more aggrieved.
She will think, see, guess, and appreciate the differences between herself and Fang Jue.
Then she saw the most obvious and obvious difference.
That is, Fang Jue is a man, but she was born a girl.
Dian Qingqiu couldn't help but think that this was the reason. It turned out that Emperor Zun Pavilion, which was transcendent from the secular world, could not avoid the secular world.
Her origin was something she couldn't decide. If it was this reason, she couldn't change it, so she didn't argue or fight.
But in my heart, I am definitely dissatisfied.
"Dian Qingqiu, I still say what I said, I am just borrowing the Emperor's Pavilion, not trying to take it for myself."
"What belongs to you is still yours, and what I want can be saved by myself. I still have the guts to do so."
Fang Jue turned his face sideways, looked at the moonlight shining on the stone steps outside the door, and said:
"If you really feel that something is wrong and you are worried about me occupying the magpie's nest, I can cut off contact with Emperor Zun Pavilion tomorrow, and the things left on the mountain... will be regarded as compensation for Emperor Zun Pavilion for the past few years.
Bar."
After that, he walked out the door.
"Fang Jue, stop!"
Dian Qingqiu became angry: "Come back here!"
But the young man walked out of the inner courtyard without looking back.
"Fang Jue!"
Dian Qingqiu started crying.
The old pavilion master who was out for a walk appeared under the eaves. Looking at his granddaughter chasing after him out of the house, he said helplessly:
"Silly boy."
Turning around suddenly and glaring at the old man, Dian Qingqiu wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes: "Grandpa, where did I go so stupid!?"
His tone was very unkind. In his anger, he didn't care about Tsunasa's filial piety and asked questions coldly.
Looking at the melon seeds in his hand, the old man was peeling them and eating them, and said calmly:
"To prove your worth, you don't have to fight against others and argue with others."
"To express emotions, never attract the other person's attention in a way that makes the other person annoying."
After saying that, he glanced at Dian Qingqiu with a playful look in his eyes.
"Grandpa, what did you say?!" Dian Qingqiu was slightly startled.
It seems that she doesn't even understand her own heart.
Seeing that the child was not enlightened, the old pavilion master didn't bother to care whether she was faking it or not, and said: "I, Emperor Zun Pavilion, have been observing the world's heroes since ancient times. Some of them have the eyesight to recognize people and judge things, and the mind to embrace all rivers."
"You kid, you are good at everything, but your vision of the situation is too low, and you are a little stingy... You can't be jealous of the wise and capable, and you can't be like the structure of Emperor Zun Pavilion."
"How can I be jealous?!" Dian Qingqiu's eyes turned red, but this time he didn't want to cry, he was angry.
Even more puzzled.
"well……"
Taking a deep breath, the old pavilion master dusted off the melon seeds in his hand and rolled his eyes: "You still say you are not?"
"Didn't your people tell you what Fang Jue had done during his three years at Emperor Zun Pavilion?"
"Do you still think that he is seeking a future for himself and using Emperor Zun Pavilion to pave the way for himself?"
The old pavilion master became serious: "In your eyes, you are still dissatisfied. You still think that you lost to him because you are not a man."
"Grandpa, let me tell you today... The good things about Fang Jue are definitely not his weird things. No matter how good those things are, they are just tools for governing the world."
"Since the establishment of Emperor Zun Pavilion, each generation of pavilion masters has either been idle and uninterested in wealth or nobility, or has been cynical and proudly independent..."
The old pavilion master stared at his granddaughter: "Why do you think?"
"Because no one can emerge from the mud without being stained. It is too difficult to not forget the original intention."
"Is it possible for Fang Jue to do so?" Dian Qingqiu said disdainfully.
"I don't know." The old pavilion master shrugged honestly.
Dian Qingqiu glared: "Then why do you want to hand over the Emperor Zun Pavilion to him?"
"If it's Fang Jue, I'm willing to take a gamble." The old pavilion master chuckled, raised his eyebrows, and took out another handful of melon seeds from his pocket.
Passing it over: "Would you like it more often? This hybrid variety has big and plump grains, and it tastes very fragrant."
Dian Qingqiu gave the old man a fierce look.
Then he went out angrily.
"Where to go?" the old man asked.
"Go back to Zuixian Tower, I'm busy!"
"That kid just now asked me to remind you that there was an ambush on the way back to the city. Are they here for you?" the old pavilion master shouted.
"knew……"
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Main house.
"Sir, this is Miss Qingqiu after all. What should the old pavilion master do if there is such a quarrel?"
Fang Fu came over, handed a cup of hot tea, and persuaded.
However, Fang Jue didn't look angry. He was calm and smiled lightly: "Listen, old man."
"Dian Qingqiu is too arrogant. If I don't kill her, I will only be more bossy in the future."
"Miss is not that bad, she just has a weird temper. We are all used to it..." Fang Fu laughed.
Fang Jue said calmly: "Why do you have to get used to her weird temper? It's because you are used to it, that's why you don't know how to be polite and considerate."
"You are not considerate..." Fang Fu muttered.
"What are you talking about?" Fang Jue glared, "She is not anyone like me, why should I spoil her?"
Hearing this, Fang Fu looked strange: "You don't still care about the time when you were embarrassed...and laughed at by the young lady, right?"
Hearing this, Fang Jue suddenly paused and smiled sarcastically as he thought about it.
When God first visited the pavilion, he first saw Dian Qingqiu, a graceful lady...
Fang Jue didn't know who she was at the time, so he overestimated his abilities.
Dian Qingqiu, on the other hand, was arrogant and had been in power since he was a child. He thought he was another madman who was shameless and overestimated his abilities and wanted to get involved in the Emperor's Pavilion.
Naturally, he would not look good on Fang Jue.
Later, when he learned about Dian Qingqiu's identity, Fang Jue naturally didn't think much about it anymore.
Even now that the identities of both parties are equal, Fang Jue has never entertained such thoughts again.
The reason is simple.
Although the hero has a hard time being a beauty, men are not animals who only care about appearance, and Fang Jue is not the kind of playboy who just plays around.
Dian Qingqiu is very beautiful and has a strong background. She is definitely better than any other princess.
But she has a weird temper and doesn't fit in with Fang Jue at all, and her values and structure are not on the same level.
If it's inappropriate, then there's no need to disturb it, otherwise it won't be good for anyone.