In her memory, the mysterious man in the dream once told her that cultivation is a state of mind, and a true master of cultivation should be able to maintain a normal mind that is neither impatient nor arrogant, nor arrogant, no matter what the circumstances.
Only with a calm mind can she become one with everything around her, allowing herself to absorb more beneficial energy from nature and use everything in nature for her own use.
Now it seems that catching fish is not a test of mentality?
If she can't even catch a fish now, how will she have the confidence to enter the Warcraft Forest and contract the Warcraft she wants soon?
In the blink of an eye, Chen Xi's thoughts were changing.
Feng Qingyang's seemingly careless words suddenly enlightened her.
The depression that was held in her heart was suddenly swept away. She turned her head and showed a sweet smile to Feng Qingyang who was lying on the big stone.
Feng Qingyang responded with a naive smile, very satisfied with Chen Xi's easy-to-understand wisdom.
The sun was rising higher and higher, and it was already midnight before I knew it. The girl in the river had already forgotten her hungry belly. She bent over and lowered her head. Her pretty little face was flushed in the sun, which was really charming.
"Hey! I caught you!"
Suddenly, the girl raised her head and caught a big fish weighing two kilograms in her hand.
She beamed with joy: "Your Majesty, have you seen it? This is called a big fish!"
"Wow! It's really a big, big fish! Xi'er, you are so awesome!"
Feng Qingyang grinned, his eyes filled with heart-stopping innocence.
Chen Xi's heart seemed to be stirred silently. She was startled, and then hurriedly shook her head to get rid of the strange feeling.
Walking ashore, she asked Feng Qingyang: "Would you like to eat delicious grilled fish?"
"Think and think!"
"Well, you and Muying go find some firewood first, and then make a fire here. I'll go to the kitchen and kill the fish first!"
Chen Xi looked at the fish in his hand with satisfaction and assigned Feng Qingyang a task.
Muying looked at her back as she left contentedly, and frowned: "Your Majesty, why don't you let your subordinates collect firewood?"
The prince is rich in wealth, so how can he do menial work that only talented people can do?
Feng Qingyang shook his head gently, not caring: "No need."
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Chen Xi came out of the kitchen and asked Qin Pan for some seasonings.
When passing by the hall, I suddenly found that the originally busy hall had become eerily quiet.
She quietly asked the waiter on the side, "What's wrong? Why aren't those people talking?"
The waiter didn't know who Chen Xi was, and his attitude was very casual. He raised his chin and said, "Did you see that the two women by the window are not small people? The one in the bright red skirt is the eighth princess of the Eighth Prince's Mansion. The purple one is
The one wearing the skirt is the future crown princess, and they are both notorious for killing people. With them here, no one dares to speak."
What does "kill people?" mean?
The waiter looked at Chen Xi's confused look, snorted disdainfully, and explained: "If you want to kill someone, then you are annoying. Little girl, brother, let me remind you, where these princes and princesses are, you can't do what you say and do.
Be careful, or if you accidentally offend them, you will be beaten to death by them!"
"Huh, is it so powerful?"
"Of course, they are all bullies. Well, in the final analysis, it's just a good fate and a good pregnancy. What's there to be proud of!" the waiter said angrily...