Holding the chess piece in his hand, Qi Yuanzhang's eyes slowly lit up.

It was strangely bright, like the light of the only star in the night sky, with a small, lonely but dazzling brilliance.

Jiao Xuan on the side was still greeting him: "The matter has come to this, uncle, don't be humble, come and play a game with the old man." ”

Qi Yuanzhang opened the lid of the chess game: "Then I might as well be respectful." He took out a Mocui chess piece and gently dropped it on the chessboard: "National teacher, please." ”

"The first step is here, but it's very rare. Jiao Xuan held a white piece and slowly smiled on his face, "In this way, if Jing Ningbo is not a master, then he really doesn't know anything." ”

With that, he also calmly left a son.

chased after him, and followed Qi Yuanzhang.

Qi Yuanzhang shook his head with a smile: "The national teacher's chess game seems to be ignorant. ”

Jiao Xuan seemed to be amused by his statement, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Seeing this, several palace people who were waiting around them all retreated silently.

In the blink of an eye, only the two of them were left in the room.

Sitting opposite, one holding a black piece and the other holding a white piece, they played chess honestly and seriously. No one said anything more than the chess game.

The room fell silent.

Except for the crisp sound of falling children, only silence remained.

Gradually, even the sound of falling snow outside became louder.

簌簌——簌簌——

The wind and snow kept crashing on the window, like someone walking quickly.

A game of chess was played for a long, long time...... It's been so long that it seems that the world will never see the end of the moment. No one knew what the board was like, and no one could guess what was going on in the minds of the two people playing chess.

The palace people who were waiting in the side hall only knew that the snow had stopped and the chess had not been finished.

They cleared the snow and cleared the tiles, and when they saw that it was getting dark, they still did not see the two people playing chess come out.

It's weird.

What kind of chess can you play for most of the day and still can't tell the winner?

But the national teacher didn't speak, so no one dared to come forward to disturb him.

They can only wait.

Like a person carved out of stone, he held his breath and waited quietly.

The night soon fell, turning into a sleek black satin.

The snow has completely stopped.

Only the cold wind of winter remains, and it still roars endlessly.

It's another starless night.

The wilderness on the outskirts of the city was swallowed up by night, chewed by the wind, and almost turned into a sea of great waves. Amid the roar of the waves, a group of people quietly approached the Sleepless Village.

They've all heard about it.

After the eighth day of the lunar month, King Xinling was to be executed by Ling Chi.

Now that the deadline is just around the corner, if you don't move, there may be no chance.

But their group of people gathered in a scattered manner, and they were simply a rabble. The people who have the idea are only a fraction more than most people know.

It's just a little bit of a star, and it's not a matter at all.

In the dark, someone finally couldn't help but ask: "If the lord is not in danger, wouldn't it be like sending me to death tonight?"

As soon as the words fell, someone immediately reprimanded: "Hugh is depressed!"

If King Xinling hadn't been arrested at all, they would have broken in like this and wanted to save people, of course, it would be no different from sending them to death.

But what if King Xinling was really arrested?

Do you want to watch the dog emperor execute him Ling Chi?

This group of them, who have lived until now, is fighting for one breath and one belief. Knowing that there is a dead end ahead, they can only try to break through.

But—

There was no one around Buyezhuang at all.

The place was empty, cold, and overgrown with grass.

The abandoned manor, standing in the dark, also looked ordinary and calm.

Where have all the guards gone?

The man in the night breeze slowly stopped.

They hid in the darkness and whispered conversations.

"If the Dog Emperor and the Demon Dao really detain the Lord Gong inside, why don't they send someone to guard it?"

"It's strange that there is no one in the garden of the huge garden!"

"What are you afraid of! Are there any guards, I'm going to go in and go through it tonight, what's the difference?" Hearing the cowardice of the people beside him, one of the gray-clothed young men narrowed his eyes and said, "Didn't you hear Brother Wang's words?"

The man he called Brother Wang gritted his teeth when he heard this.

He was bearded, tall and strong, and looked very bold. But only he knew in his heart how flustered he was at this moment.

Why are there no guards around?

No one can give a definitive answer.

Neither can he.

They are here today only because they are the closest, not because they are the most capable. Those who really have the ability are now far away in the sky, and far water can't save the near fire.

Although he had already sent the news, when those people came, he was afraid that the daylily would also be cold.

Now it's no way, just bite the head to catch the ducks on the shelves.

Suddenly, he heard someone say in a low voice: "Speaking of which, none of us have ever seen the lord...... Who can guarantee that the lord will be alive?"

In just one sentence, it was like a stone entering water, stirring up ripples in the crowd one after another.

Everyone has thought about such a question, but no one dares to bring it up.

If King Xinling is no longer alive, then what is the belief of the Restoration Army?

The bearded man said in a deep voice: "Mo Hu said!"

Just because they haven't seen it doesn't mean that no one else has either.

He had the privilege of seeing Mr. Yan beside his father-in-law, and Mr. Yan had nothing unusual in his speech, and he did not look like he had not seen his lord for a long time.

He gestured and said in a very low voice: "Just because there are no guards around Zhuangzi doesn't mean there are no inside, so be more careful!"

What's more, the brother who came to inquire about the situation first clearly saw it.

The national teacher once took people around the door for a long time.

If there is no problem in this Zhuangzi, why did the national teacher personally dispatch?

Even if this Zhuangzi is a trap, it is also a trap with Damingtang.

The bearded man's heart sank, gritted his teeth, and made several gestures one after another, asking people to march towards Zhuangzi in batches and directions. No one knows what it looks like, so they can only sneak in and discuss it quietly.

Soon, the first group of people entered the village from the rear.

No one heard the rumored ghost crying.

Only the wind, howling, is getting smaller.

Time passed quickly, and there was no sound of soldiers meeting each other in Zhuangzi.

The second group of people also quietly entered from the side of Zhuangzi.

......

The bearded man waited outside, and gradually became anxious.

Still no movement.

There was no movement.

There was no voice, and there was no sound of swords.

How is this possible?

He glanced at the man next to him.

Is there really a ghost in there?