My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 497 - 333: The Superior Officer Learns the Tao and the Proper Way to Eat Grapes_3

Chapter 497: Chapter 333: The Superior Officer Learns the Tao and the Proper Way to Eat Grapes_3

It’s just the right time to eat them now.

Seeing Qian’er’s eyes light up at the sight of the grapes, Zhao Rong laughed and took the initiative to peel the skin off the grapes for her and Qing Jun, feeding them.

"The previous point was the Daoist perspective in the ’Debate of the Ways’ held on the mountain of the two schools," he said.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, his hands busy with the task, and he continued speaking:

"From our Confucian viewpoint, people have different moral characters, and the ways of the world are declining, so ’The Way’ gradually becomes subdivided, into virtues such as morality, benevolence, righteousness, and propriety."

"Almost every person can be included within these categories, placed in an appropriate position. ’The Way’ is too high, hard to reach all at once; so, give people a ladder they can climb, or, if you think like the Daoists, a path to descend. The observance of propriety is the lowest step, a baseline."

Zhao Rong passed the grape, clear as crystal, to his wife, who was listening intently, then withdrew his hand and peeled another one for Qian’er, handing it over.

In a soft voice he said, "Whether it’s Confucianism or Daoism, the original intentions are good. Take the Daoist’s ’governance by doing nothing’; ’action through inaction’ is not about being passive, but rather the most active form of action."

"It’s just that although the two schools start with the same intentions, their concepts differ."

"Daoism sees ’The Way’ as equal, everyone equally upholds ’The Way’; whereas Confucianism has ranked ’The Way’ into a hierarchy, like saints, virtuous men, gentlemen, and scholars, one level after another," he explained.

Zhao Rong bowed his head, focusing on peeling the grapes, saying each word distinctly: "Such a difference in perspective is as incompatible as water and fire. This is the crux of the Confucian-Daoist debate."

Lingfei bit her lip, and Zhao Qian’er tilted her head; both women gazed at the man beside them, who spoke calmly, as they listened to principles they never knew before.

To them, Rong’er seemed to shine brighter than the moon above right then. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Both Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er looked dazed, their eyes gradually filling with admiration.

Zhao Rong stopped speaking for a while to rest.

Then, after peeling another grape, he pinched it with two fingers of his right hand and brought it to the lips of his wife, who was lost in thought.

Returning to her senses, Lingfei saw Rong’er, with tenderness, feed her, and her lips curved into a shy smile.

But at the moment, with grape seeds still in her mouth, she prepared to turn away to spit them out.

Suddenly, thoughtfully, Zhao Rong extended his other hand, his palm slightly cupped, in front of her, catching the grape seeds.

Lingfei’s eyes sparkled with joy as she nodded, pursed her lips slightly, and leaned her head towards his awaiting hand.

The next second, Zhao Rong leaned forward, and in an instant, captured her puckered lips.

"???"

Lingfei’s eyes, dark as lacquer, narrowed, and her pretty face flushed to her neck.

Zhao Rong blinked, watching Lingfei’s dazed expression from just inches away.

Touching nose to nose with her at first brought a soft, cool sensation, and soon, his whole world was filled with the warm, grape-scented breeze and breath of her.

After all the effort spent peeling skins, he finally tasted the ’grape’.

A question, to taste the same flavor of a grape between two people, how should it be eaten?

The air on the rooftop suddenly hushed.

After who knows how long, Zhao Rong and Lingfei’s lips parted.

Zhao Rong smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the grape; indeed, he was right about the grapes being fresh and juicy when he bought them that morning.

They were so delicious that he swallowed the grape seed as well.

Lingfei’s lips parted slightly, her face still flushed, her eyes filled with incredulity as she looked at Rong’er, who didn’t spare even the grape seed in her mouth.

Next to them, Zhao Qian’s eyes widened. She never knew you could play like this?

Zhao Rong looked at his left hand, satisfied—the one that caught the grape seed—thinking to himself that, in the future, he would call it the Qing Jun trap.

Seeing the silly look on both women’s faces, he pondered and tentatively asked, "Another one?"

Lingfei: "!!!"

Zhao Qian’er: "..."

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