Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

When Yan Wenmo woke up the next day, he found that the couch that was originally placed on the other side of the room appeared next to the bed, and Jiang Wenbai, who was supposed to be lying on the couch, had disappeared.

She looked at the empty room in surprise, thinking that the other party might be busy, so she didn't pay much attention to it and started washing up.

But when she finished dressing and washing, Jiang Wenbai still didn't show up.

Frowning in worry, Yan Wenmo began to wonder where the boy had gone to! Was he killed by the Demon Lord? Just as she was thinking about it, the door that had been closed was suddenly pushed open.

It was Jiang Wenbai who came in with a lunch box in his hand. Seeing Yan Wenmo wake up, he smiled, then put the lunch box on the table and asked:

"Why don't you get more sleep?!"

Yan Wenmo walked to the table curiously, looked at the food box in his hand, and couldn't help asking:

"What's delicious?!"

Jiang Wenbai opened the lunch box, took out the wontons and buns, placed them on the table and said with a smile:

"I was afraid you'd be hungry when you wake up, so I went to buy some food. Do you want to try it?!"

Yan Wenmo did not refuse and sat down casually. Then, he moved the wontons that Jiang Wenbai had placed on the table to his front, scooped up a small wonton with a spoon, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

Jiang Wenbai looked at her eating happily and couldn't help but said with a smile:

“Is it that delicious?!”

Yan Wenmo nodded, then took the vegetarian bun beside him, took a bite, and said vaguely:

"It is said that snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon cup, and water pepper and wormwood shoots are used in spring dishes. The best thing in the world is pure joy. So, although these things you took are not rare delicacies, they also have their own flavor. You don't understand!"

Seeing that she was speaking seriously, Jiang Wenbai looked at her with even more amusement, and then he couldn't help but touch her head and muttered softly:

“It’s quite easy to raise.”

Yan Wenmo was still immersed in the food. Seeing him mumbling something, she couldn't help but look at him in surprise. But she saw Jiang Wenbai pushing the bun in front of her again and said:

"Eat more, we have to go on the road soon!"

Yan Wenmo said "Oh" and continued to eat.

Jiang Wenbai watched her eating. For some reason, his smiling eyes were tainted with a hint of sadness, and even his gaze showed a hint of reluctance.

After eating and drinking, they set off. In the carriage, Jiang Wenbai and Chu Yanhong still sat on both sides of the Demon Lord, like guards. Yan Wenmo played with the Nine Rings in his hand, with a look of interest.

The carriage traveled for most of the day and stopped beside a pond. Seeing the carriage stopped, Yan Wenmo curiously lifted the curtain and saw a maple forest under the blue sky.

The red maple leaves are like red flowers in autumn, so warm and blooming that they add a touch of hot red to the bleak autumn days.

It has to be said that Yan Wenmo had forgotten that she had seen such beautiful scenery before. When she was still the young lady of the Yan family, her father took her out to climb mountains to appreciate the maple leaves and enjoy the autumn scenery.

She hadn't experienced such a leisurely and self-satisfied life for a long time, so much so that she had forgotten that there was such a beautiful scenery waiting for someone to appreciate it.

Yan Wenmo got off the carriage without hesitation. She looked at Fenglin with nostalgia in her eyes. Seeing her get off the carriage, Jiang Wenbai couldn't help but come out and asked in surprise:

"What's wrong?!"

Yan Wenmo smiled, and then said shyly:

"I just remember that when I was a child, my father would take me to enjoy the autumn every year. We would go to a small hill full of maple trees dozens of miles away from home to climb and look far into the distance. The leaves of the maple trees were all red like fire in the autumn. From a distance, they looked like blooming spring flowers, very beautiful."

At this point, whether it was because he was in a good mood or reminiscing about the past, Yan Wenmo kept talking:

"After we climbed up the mountain, my father would sit in the pavilion, look at the maple trees, and ask us to write poems. Whoever wrote the best poem would be rewarded with a piece of cake made by my mother, or a wish would be granted to him."

She smiled slyly, like a fox that had stolen a chicken, and boasted:

"I'm not really good at writing poetry, but I know more than them, so I win every time. Therefore, I get the most cakes and the most wishes are fulfilled. I am the smartest and most favored child in the whole family, and everyone who sees me likes me."

As she spoke, she looked at the still blooming maple leaves with a nostalgic look on her face, and murmured to herself:

"When I was young, I didn't know the taste of sorrow. I loved going upstairs, I loved going upstairs, I forced myself to express sorrow in order to compose new poems. Now I know the taste of sorrow. I want to say something but I hesitate. I want to say something but I hesitate. I just say that the cool weather makes autumn a good time!"

As she spoke, the light in her eyes slowly disappeared, and turned into a bottomless bitterness. Jiang Wenbai patted her shoulder, wanting to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say? !

Yan Wenmo laughed at himself, and then said with a bitter face:

"Nothing! I know, life has to go on and people have to look forward. But, at that moment, I suddenly missed them so much! I missed them so much!!"

Yan Wenmo was feeling sad, but the Demon Lord's extremely satisfied voice came from behind him:

"The scenery here is quite nice, why not stay here for one night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yanhong on the side echoed:

"Then I will go and prepare."

The Demon Lord nodded, and then let the coachman bring him a stool, and then took out a table, put cakes, fruits and other things on it, and then sat lazily on the chair to enjoy the scenery.

Yan Wenmo no longer felt any sadness after being disturbed by him. She rolled her eyes in disgust, then took out a small stool, sat by the pond and started fishing.

While she went fishing, Jiang Wenbai was not idle either. He was thinking about collecting some firewood and then lighting a bonfire. After all, the Demon Lord said that if they slept here at night without a fire, they would probably freeze to death.

Apparently, he had forgotten that monks are not afraid of the cold, not to mention that their cultivation levels have long since surpassed the age where they are afraid of the cold.

Fishing is something that requires patience. Yan Wenmo was very patient and in just a short while, she caught a few big fish. She put the fish into a plastic bucket nearby, then carried the bucket to the campfire set by Jiang Wenbai, ready to grill the fish.

The Demon Lord watched the two people's actions leisurely, watching them cooperate tacitly to make a fire, set up the grill pole, kill the fish, spread the seasoning, and put the fish on the rack to grill.

In addition to the grilled fish, Yan Wenmo also took out some chicken wings, vegetables and other things, and asked Jiang Wenbai to take care of them himself, while she went to set up the tent.

She didn't have the habit of using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed, so it was a good idea to spend dozens of points to exchange for a tent.

It is not easy to set up the tent, but with the help of the system, it is not difficult. So when Yan Wenmo saw the results of his labor, he was very excited.

The Demon Lord didn't know what was going on. He looked at Yan Wenmo, who had his hands on his hips and looked proud. He glanced at the empty tent and said sarcastically:

"You're going to sleep here?!"

Yan Wenmo nodded, and then said:

"Um"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord sneered and then walked away. This behavior made Yan Wenmo think that he must have some serious illness.

Set up the tent, lay out the cold-weather mat, spread out the bedding and sheets, and finally, zip up and start enjoying dinner.

Jiang Wenbai is a good cook and the grilled food is delicious. Yan Wenmo finished a fish, two skewers of chicken wings and some grilled vegetables. Then he drank his tea contentedly, watching the sun move westward and the moon rise, feeling extremely lazy.

The Demon Lord always knew how to spoil the fun. Seeing Yan Wenmo's satisfied look, he couldn't help but asked teasingly:

"Are you satisfied with just this little bit?!"

Yan Wenmo glanced at him, and then said:

"Money cannot buy my happiness, even if I spend it I can get it back"

The Demon Lord was speechless after hearing what she said, and then muttered:

"All sorts of random shit came out, without any rhyme or rhythm."

Seeing his look of disgust, Yan Wenmo sneered, then got up and went to sleep in the tent, not bothering to pay any attention to the Demon Lord.

Seeing her leave without hesitation, the Demon Lord frowned, but said nothing in the end.