"Then, I hope you and I will go to the end and meet in the final game. After a long time, Li Jingting exhaled turbidity, and leaned over with heavy eyes.

It is the gift of the opening of the chess game. Opponent's Gift.

The real beginning is just beginning.

A ray of light swept across Jiang Li's eyes. He also leaned over and saluted Li Jingting back.

Neither humble nor arrogant. Opponent's Gift.

Politeness. Jiang Li turned around and left, stepping on the ground and falling peach blossoms, without half a minute of movement, like a god who came from the clouds.

It's a bit unreal.

Li Jingting's ridiculous voice suddenly came-

"How long are you going to hide it from her?"

A heart-pounding word. A word that I don't understand.

Jiang Li's back did not freeze at all, and he didn't hear it at all, and still stepped on a peach blossom and left.

Li Jingting squinted slightly, his thin lips opened and closed a few times, as if he was hesitating about something, the speculation of more than ten years, the truth that became clearer and clearer as the chess game progressed, swirled in his throat.

Finally, he seemed to have made up a lot of determination.

At the moment when Jiang Lisu touched the threshold, he suddenly asked-

"You can hide it from me, from him, from the world, do you still want to hide it from her?"

The last word made Jiang Li's footsteps froze abruptly, and the most secret gentleness was stinged, and his tone was filled with a chill.

"What if you hide it, and what if you don't hide it?"

Li Jingting stared at Jiang Li tightly, his eyes as if he wanted to pierce his back, and see what Jiang Li's expression was.

Is it the panic that the secret is guessed, or is it about her lack of heart.

Neither of them spoke, and there was tacit silence, only the premature peach blossoms in the courtyard, covering the sky and the sun.

Li Jingting's fingertips hidden in the palace robe suddenly clenched, and the grip turned white and trembled.

He's gambling.

This is by far his biggest bet.

He didn't have perfect evidence, but the more she was between the two, the more eager he was.

I want to help her ask, and I also want to ask myself, is there still a chance.

"I'm just guessing, I can't get four points. But when I think about the other people in the chess game, I don't even have this point. The chess boy played a good game, but I don't know if she is the chess you counted, or is it ......" Li Jingting took the initiative to speak.

"The end. This time, Jiang Li unexpectedly responded.

"What?" was so unusually fast that Li Jingting was stunned.

In the direction that Li Jingting or the shadow guards couldn't see, Jiang Li's eyes swept through the gentleness, like a scorching and gorgeous peach blossom, and suddenly it bloomed.

"She's the end of the game. ”

There was still no hesitation, and the tone was clean and bright. If it weren't for the person standing in front of him, it would be hard to believe that it was from the mouth of his chess boy.

At the end of the chess game, a pair of people washed soup for the return of the king.

In the end, it's just you.

Li Jingting suddenly felt blocked, so blocked that he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't say anything questioning or mocking, he obviously understood, but he had to pretend not to understand.

Just because he has no qualifications, no position, to intervene in any greedy way.

Li Jingting took a deep breath, and the fingertips clenched in his clothes suddenly became weak for a while, and suddenly let go.

In that case, the suspicion has been solved. But the last question, about the king's gambling and Childe's concealment, Childe has not yet answered. Or is it that Childe has acquiesced. ”

Jiang Li seemed to hook the corners of his lips, and suddenly raised his feet and left, stepping on his plain shoes, stepping on Luoying, he was not ready to answer at all, and he didn't even bother to say goodbye.

Seeing that the back was about to disappear, Li Jingting's voice came again in a deep voice.

"See you at the end of the game, then. This king, wait and see. ”

Jiang Li's footsteps were still not stagnant, and he disappeared at the door of the mansion in the blink of an eye, and the soles of his shoes passed by the spring breeze, rolling up and falling to Yingfei.

The moment the door closed, there was a faint sound in the wind, and Li Jingting said like nothing-

"Fourth Emperor Brother. ”

The dream-like three words were suddenly blown away by the spring breeze.

I don't know if it's really there, or if someone heard it.

The gate of the palace slammed shut. Startled a nest of swallows under the eaves.

True and false, dream bubbles, a Chang'an dream.

days and the spring of the twelfth year. A bad news spread all over Kyushu Dawei, and also spread to Nanzhao, thousands of miles away.

The six princesses who were originally scheduled to be in harmony with Nanzhao suddenly fell ill and died of illness in a few days.

The illness that killed her in the past few days, no one cares whether it is true or not, anyway, a princess who is close to her relatives will have to bury her bones in a foreign land sooner or later, and dying in Guanzhong is still at the door of the house.

The palace read that it was just a mistake, and the princess who had lost her title was not good, and she mourned from the palace according to the custom, but after all, she was nominally the new queen of Nanzhao, and in front of the diplomatic relations between the two countries, the funeral still had to be stylish.

After weighing the two phases and discussing several times, the emperor finally decided that the six princesses would mourn from the Gangji Temple, and the emperor's relatives and relatives would go to mourn.

The temple is a royal temple, and the Great Wei believes in Buddhism, so it is not too luxurious to mourn from the temple, and it is not too luxurious, which is not considered to slap the face of the royal family and the royal family.

So on this day, Chang'an was full of white flags, and the ministers in mourning clothes poured into the temple like white fish.

The reckless temple in the center of the bustle is even more white, the barrier of plain hemp is ten miles away, even the red wall of the temple is covered with white silk, and the excessive chanting sound has not been interrupted for seven days.

As the king of Huai'an, Xin Yi naturally stayed in the temple for seven days.

Her head was about to be knocked wide by the wooden fish.

"The title is gone, and the funeral is simple, but even if it is from Jane's strength, it is even more powerful than the thick burial next to it. Xin Yi muttered half a sentence, peeking at no one to look at her, and she couldn't stop beating her sore knees.

The Daeungbojeon Hall of the temple is naturally the place where the coffin is parked. Although Xin Yi couldn't even see the lid of the coffin surrounded by the dense monks, the low sobbing under a plain linen triangular hat around him was also nerve-wracking.

The coffin was stopped in the center of the main hall, surrounded by a circle of futons, kneeling with the daughters of all the princesses, and some female dependents of the five surnames and seven wang families, Xin Yi was one of them. The rest of the civil and military officials who were men, as well as a dozen or so envoys of the Southern Zhao, said goodbye in front of the coffin in turn, squeezing out a few tears.

The crowd suddenly stirred.

It turned out that a hula man came in with Wang Jian, and even the queen fell behind him by half a step.

"My son, although you are not the flesh and blood of this palace, this palace regards you as your own, and you have been nurtured and taught for more than ten years, and you are already closer than your own child! Seeing that you are about to get married, how can you be killed by a disease!" Before Wang Jian could see where the coffin was, Queen Wang wailed, separated the crowd and threw herself on the coffin.

While weeping and mourning, Jinpa's eyes were red and swollen, and the precious rouge gouache became a piece. There is no queen frame at all, and she is a mother who has lost her daughter.

This style immediately calmed the audience. No one can believe it, this mother-daughter relationship is deep.

Wang Jian stood in front of the coffin, not in a hurry or surprised, and deliberately raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes, but the old face showed a satisfied smile behind the clothes.