Xin Yi suddenly confirmed his previous guess: Xin Mansion hid a chess game. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info and this chess game is approaching the point of breaking the game.

Although Xinfu is just a five-grade petty official, it can be regarded as peaceful and peaceful, respecting the old and loving relatives, and even ushering in the joy of red makeup soon. However, under this layer of calm and calm, there is a turbulent undercurrent, shaking the sky and the earth, and even involving Daming Palace.

It's not something you can step into, and it's not something you can be curious about. Almost instantly, Xin Yi calmly made a decision.

Xin Yi put away the red silk pie, and his eyes had returned to calm: "Thank you Gongzi." ”

Jiang Li glanced at Xin Yi with some surprise, and there were some ripples in his eyes: "...... This son wants to determine a person's identity through a secret order. It's eight or nine now......"

"What is the intention of the childe, Ziqing is not interested. Xin Yi coldly interrupted Jiang Li's words, "This chess game is too big, and it is not for me, a concubine of a fifth-grade official, to play." ”

"But I forgot, you don't know how to play chess. Jiang Li responded with a smile.

Xin Yi didn't answer, she looked at Jiang Li silently. There was a smile on the corner of the man's lips, maybe it was a sneer or a sneer, but this wisp of it made people confused.

After a long time, Xin Yiying's lips opened lightly: "Ziqing is not as good as a son, and he can see through everything." ”

"No, there are things that I can't see. ”

"What?"

"You. ”

There was night at the bottom of Jiang Li's eyes, and the smile on the corner of his lips made his whole person exude a charming evil aura.

Like a Gu worm bred in the night. Highly poisonous, but it opened the wings of the butterfly.

Xin Yi lost her mind for a moment, and she always felt that the biggest variable in her reliving this life was this Jiang Li.

Xin Yi turned his head away and stopped talking. The two were only five steps apart, and she forgot all the answers in her calculations. She ate the pie containing the antidote, and then fell asleep in a state of weakness and confusion.

Jiang Li was also in a daze by himself, reading books and playing chess. There were two people in the room, but it was as quiet as if there was only one person.

When Xin Yi woke up again, it was already night. Jiang Li sat on the side of the desk, his eyes were focused, his lips were pursed, his slender index finger was dipped in tea, and he was drawing a Zhenlong chess game on the desk.

The carved red candles on the desk were half burned, and the candles were full of tears, tired into strings of pearls.

"What time is it?" Xin Yi sat up, wearing a piece of silk and blue satin trimmed with half an arm, and asked subconsciously.

"At the beginning of the day. Jiang Li replied without raising his head, hesitated for a while, and added, "Are you hungry?"

"No appetite. Xin Yi replied, "Daddy thought I was going to make up for it and let the kitchen make something greasy." I really don't want to look at it. ”

Jiang Li's fingertips froze for a moment. Immediately, he brushed his sleeves and got up, and the corner of his lips hung on that ethereal smile: "You wait for me." ”

After dropping a sentence, Jiang Li pushed the door and left. Xin Yi didn't come to his senses, he just stayed on the couch in a daze, wondering what was wrong.

When Jiang Li took a bowl of porridge, sat down on the edge of her couch, scooped up another spoonful and handed it to her mouth, Xin Yi realized what was wrong.

She and Jiang Li, a young lady with a five-grade official rank and a white-clothed scholar who made a living from chess, had no grievances and nodded at each other. Even because of the chess game in the world, the two were suspicious of each other and used each other.

She said that there are only interests between us, and we have nothing to do with Fengyue.

And he also said, I never play chess without making money.

However, tonight, the two of them are like best friends who have not seen each other for many years, and they will reunite at Bashan Night, knocking on chess pieces and falling lights. It is also like a close relative who depends on life and death, one is sick, and the other washes soup for your hands.

Something is wrong with this, it's just weird.

Xinyi Lingtai is clear. She reflexively stepped back, and then looked at Jiang Li's gaze, which was already more cold: "Childe is self-respecting." It's late at night, and it's not appropriate for the son to stay in his daughter's boudoir again. ”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lili ignored Xin Yi, he just calmly handed the spoon forward and took a step: "You said that you don't like greasy, so I made Zhuyu Erbao porridge." Taste while it's hot. ”

The coldness in Xin Yi's eyes became a little thicker: "The two treasure porridge of pearls and jade is not the food recorded in "Food and Doctor's Heart" (Note 1). I didn't expect the chess boy to ponder these idle books. ”

Jiang Li nodded without any discoloration, and his voice was gentle: "Not bad." Mash the barley and yam into minced pieces, boil the white japonica rice in water until it is eroded, then add the persimmon cake cut into small pieces, and boil. ”

Xin Yi smiled sarcastically. In the eyes of others, this is a warm and quiet picture of a moonlit night under the lamp, but if this is the case, Jiang Li is not the chess boy who sees through all the mysteries, and she Xin Yi is not Xin Ziqing who has died in two lifetimes.

"Why did Childe want to stay with me here? Is there a mystery in the porridge, or do you want to show someone in the dark? Every word Xin Yi said seemed to pop out from between his teeth, "Childe, you never play chess without making money, do you?"

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes and smiled lowly, and the candle flame rolled on the perfect arc of the corner of his lips, as if the starlight fell on the willow tops.

trembled and trembled, trembling to the tip of Xin Yi's heart.

"No matter how clever a chess player is, there are times when he makes the wrong move. Jiang Li's voice was a little hoarse, but people couldn't hear the joy and anger in his words.

Xin Yi wanted to say something, but her stomach rumbled angrily.

No matter how cold-faced Xin Yi was, he couldn't help blushing. She was in a heart, and if she wanted to die, she couldn't be a starving ghost. snatched the porcelain bowl and poured it down, she was so anxious that she choked and coughed.

"Slow down. Jiang Li chuckled as if he was disgusted with a child, and he brought another cup of tea and handed it to Xin Yi.

Xin Yi's eyebrows furrowed. She drank porridge out of desperation, but it was too embarrassing to get along with Jiang Li like this.

"Don't bother the child. Xin Yi suddenly shrank into the quilt, covered it tightly from head to toe, turned over and ignored Jiang Li.

"Can you sleep?" Jiang Li's deep voice still came from the side of the couch.

"I woke up at the right time, and it's only been half an hour...... I'm already sick, weak and weak, how can I deal with it with common sense!" Xin Yi replied sullenly in the bed.

"That's not what I meant......" Jiang Li shook his head slightly, but the brocade on the couch did not move.

Maybe it's really a strange poison injury, or maybe he just drank the warm porridge, and his whole body was comfortable, although Xin Yi was not sleepy, he also closed his eyes in a daze and recuperated.

Jiang Li sat in front of the couch and didn't say a word. He looked at the bulging brocade in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be fixed on an unknown distance, like a river flowing silently through Pingchuan.

However, only half a moment later, Xin Yi suddenly turned over and sat up, stroking his chest in panic: "What is this... It's scared to death..."

Her little face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her pupils were still in a trance and couldn't find focus. Yu Guang glanced at Jiang Li in front of the couch, and Xin Yi was stunned: "Could it be that this is what you mean?"

Because Jiang Li was too calm, as if he had guessed everything, he just watched how Xin Yi lived through it.

"Not bad. When I say you can't sleep, I mean the antidote you've taken. The antidote to the jade in the stone is even more weird, making people feel nightmares as soon as they close their eyes. In the end, I was sad and exhausted, and if I didn't go crazy, I had to break half my life. Therefore, he also said: poison three mouthfuls to kill, and solve one bite to go crazy. Jiang Li said slowly, and Xin Yi's face slowly changed.

Where was she in a nightmare, she was simply dead again.

Exegesis:

1. "The Heart of Food and Medicine": Written by Tang Zhiyin in the middle of the year (847-859). This book is a monograph on food therapy, and this book focuses on the prescription of food therapy, not just a single medicine. The book describes prescriptions for stroke, athlete's foot, thirst, gonorrhoea, and some gynecological and pediatric diseases. Among them, the two treasure porridge is a commonly used medicinal diet today.