"Can you play chess?" he sat down in Jiang Lingcheng's seat and looked at the chessboard in front of him, "The sunspot is yours?" A complicated look flashed in his eyes.

Although Mei Ziyan's black chess was surrounded by Jiang Lingcheng's white chess, she did a series of robberies in his encirclement, with as many as fifteen moves, and Jiang Lingcheng was bloomed by her in the center of the live chess. As soon as the black chess was alive, the white chess was defeated, and Jiang Lingcheng could only admit defeat if he played further.

"In the past, my father forced me to play chess with a fierce way, put up a chess game to force me to break the game, locked up in the house and thought about it, and if I couldn't think of it, I had nothing to eat - I was hungry and afraid, and later, I was finally able to win him two or three times once in a while. Actually, she lied again, the truth is that she was five or six years old and still pestered her mother to sleep together, obviously drove her away in the middle of the night and came to knock on the door like sleepwalking, her father was so annoyed that he locked her in the room and broke the chess game - this is how her chess skills were practiced.

"Who is your father?" Dividing the black and white sons, Mu Cheng asked as usual, stretched out his hand to twist a white child, and landed on the chessboard elegantly and calmly.

"An old man surnamed Mei. She looked at him with a hint of clarity in her eyes, a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and without thinking, she placed a punch on the chessboard.

"An old man with excellent calligraphy, chess skills, and medical skills?"

Mei Ziyan shook her head, "He doesn't know how to treat medicine, and his life was saved by my mother." ”

"Do you know martial arts?"

Mei Ziyan smiled, and the bright smile made him a little dazzled, "Do you think I can do martial arts?"

"You don't know martial arts but you can practice medicine with poison, who is your master?"

"O monk of the South China Sea Doctor Sacred Valley, he begged me to call him a master for many years. ”

"However, why can't I find out that there is a disciple named Mei Ziyan in the Medical Sacred Valley?" he also smiled and played another game of chess on the chessboard.

"As soon as the disciples in the Sacred Valley of Medicine get started, they have to rename themselves according to the character generation, and I am a heavy character generation, called Chong Kite. After leaving the Medical Sacred Valley, I felt that this name was not very easy to call, so I changed it back to my real name. ”

Listening to Fenglou's news about the Medical Sacred Valley, it is indeed mentioned that there is a female disciple named Chong Kite in it, who has excellent medical skills, and left the Medical Sacred Valley two years ago. However, this does not mean that Mu Cheng fully believes her words.

"Where did you go after you left the Valley of the Sacred Doctors?"

"Dongting Beijing. ”

"Living in the Xuanyang Palace, the capital?" he decisively got down, Mei Ziyan showed surprise on her face, and said:

"How do you know?!"

He stared at the chessboard, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Doctor Mei, no, Sima Yanran, your chess is flawed." ”

As soon as the four words "Sima Yanran" came out, Mei Ziyan was stunned, and then laughed, "Persimmon, what do you call me?"

"Sima Yanran. He looked at her calmly and repeated the name.

She gradually smiled, looked at him sympathetically, and said, "Poor persimmon, just fell out of love, and then fell in love with me so quickly?"

"Who likes you?!" he didn't expect her to react like this, subconsciously denying it.

"If you don't like me, why are you in a hurry to think of me as your fiancé?" she laughed, "Do you think my words and deeds are very similar to those of the nobles of the royal family?" she looked at the chessboard and said with annoyance:

"Sure enough, the current thinking of the beautiful people is greatly disturbed, persimmon, how about you play chess with me in the face next time? I will definitely win you!"

Indeed, she is not like a noble lady, and she does not have the disadvantage of pretentiousness and self-esteem. Words and deeds are very natural and casual, and even the face that the girl's family cherishes is always plain.

He looked at her in silence, not wanting to miss even the slightest unnatural look on her face.

"I did live in the palace for a long time, but not as a golden branch and jade leaf, but to treat the county lord. ”

He raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with the county lord?"

"Do you really want to know?" Mei Ziyan's eyes widened, then she calmed down and said with a smile: "But it doesn't hurt to tell you, anyway, you will be husband and wife in a few months." Her stomach hurts a lot every month, it should be that her mother suffered from the cold when she was pregnant with her, and it was really painful to die in those days. ”

"Why does it only hurt for a few days?" Mu Cheng asked puzzled.

Mei Ziyan looked at him like a rare animal, covered her stomach with a smile, and said, "Persimmon, the woman has only been menstrual for a few days! Don't you even have this common sense?"

"Mei Ziyan!" Mu Cheng couldn't wait to strangle the smiling woman in front of him at this time!

"Don't worry, my menstrual irregularities have been cured by me. She finally stopped laughing, and said, "The county lord and I are good sisters, I don't know if Persimmon minds marrying both of our sisters?"

"Good sister, huh?" Mu Cheng suppressed the anger in his heart, "Mingshu, bring in the paint strokes." ”

Mingshu outside the door walked in with a bunch of things.

"Then ask Dr. Mei to draw your 'good sister' and show it to this son. ”

Mei Ziyan sighed, "Persimmon, have you never believed every word I say to you?"

He looked at her coldly, "What do you say? Doctor Mei, what is true and what is false, don't you have a heart, don't you know the sense? What you have for me is not sincere, it is just a temptation, and what I want to know is just the purpose behind your hypocrisy." For example, in a chess game, it is only about who is forced to surrender in the end. Next time, if you want to deceive people, you can pay a little sincerity, and you can catch a big fish without bait?"

After listening to these words silently, Mei Ziyan was uncharacteristically silent, reached out and took a piece of rice paper, and then began to adjust the paint, the pen did not drag the mud and water at all, and the painting was completed in less than two quarters of an hour, she gently put down the pen, turned her back to Mu Cheng who was waiting for tea on the side, the figure stood still, Mu Cheng raised her eyes slightly, her calm side fell into her eyes impartially, and the corners of her mouth pulled up a trace of arc full of self-deprecation and helplessness.

I hadn't seen her look like this, Mu Cheng just wanted to say something, but she didn't look at Mu Cheng and turned around and left.

He got up and walked to the table to look at the painting, and it was not the person in the painting that made his eyelids jump for no reason, but a sentence written in a dashing manner on the white paper:

Persimmon, I'm not her, will you be a little disappointed?

The woman in the painting smiled smartly, and her face and demeanor were exactly the same as the picture scroll in Mu Cheng's sleeve.