But where else could she go?

The light and shadow in his mind flowed, Qing Li frowned, slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth hooked, and laughed at himself, as if he was going to be in that place.

It was a soft autumn breeze, but Qingli felt the cold to the bone, she walked step by step, stopped, stopped, and finally got on the sedan chair to go there.

On the snow-like jade hand, the cyan veins and reddish veins reflect each other, like the most beautiful picture, accompanied by the slightly waved curtain, slowly unfolding.

Qingli's head poked out slightly, but the face that was originally beautiful was white and shiny, revealing a little sickly.

Her green silk was a little scattered by the breeze, her feet were forced, the corners of her skirt moved slightly, and a cold woman like ice stood on the street.

Her plain hands swayed slightly, signaling that she didn't need to salute, her arms shook slightly, her legs raised slightly, and she walked slowly behind the little guy who led the way.

Walking on the path made of fine stones, accompanied by the slight chirping of cicadas, she walked to a carved jade door, and was an old man with crane hair and black eyebrows, tall body, but slightly hunchbacked.

The old man's brows were furrowed, the exhalation from the bridge of his nose was noticeably weak, and his large hands had folds visible to the naked eye, and he looked at a letter slowly.

The old man's ears didn't seem to be very good, and he didn't hear Qingli's footsteps.

Qingli stood still for a moment, as if she was feeling how her grandfather was so old overnight.

Qingli's red lips like rose petals opened lightly, revealing white jade-like teeth, and the lilac tongue hidden deep inside was like a child who had just broken free from his mother's arms swinging up and down.

A "grandfather" came through the small dark hole deep in the mouth that was as red as a flame but slightly folded as a wave.

But that faint voice seemed to come out of the wind and waves all the way from the tiptoes, stepping through all the thorns.

The crane-haired old man, that is, the prime minister of the Beiling Kingdom, raised his head slowly, and his frowning brows were miraculously loosened. Even the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned.

With unconcealed joy, he spoke: "Li'er, why are you here, is there someone in the palace who dares to bully my precious granddaughter." ”

Qing Li's tightly clenched hand spread. The shimmer in his eyes flashed amazingly with the sunlight shining through.

All the pretense of being strong, the wall tightly bound in the heart, seemed to be slightly shaken at this moment.

Qing Li's already light voice was now a little more trembling, "Qing Li is the only princess, who dares to bully Qing Li?" Qing Li just wants to come and see his grandfather." ”

The arrogant words made the listener feel as if they had been grabbed by the heart.

Although there were no tears in those eyes, just the light in them could make people feel her monstrous sadness,

Her helpless appearance can make everyone who cares about her pity from the tip of their hearts to the depths of their souls.

When the prime minister saw such a clear li, the corners of his mouth that had just been curled up quickly pulled down.

The underside of those eyes, which were not very clear, brought a great pain, and the pain seemed to burn his cloudy eyes completely.

How could he not know the plight of his granddaughter?

But it was as if he didn't know anything.

Only used his voice like a curtain bell to say: "Does Xiao Qingli know how to play chess?"

Qingli was slightly stunned, and her little head shook slightly, as if she didn't expect her grandfather to suddenly ask such a question.

Her mischievous little tongue ran out again, "A little." Her little hand secretly scratched the corner of her clothes.

The prime minister's feet struggled to move to a table made of purple rosewood.

The pair of arms that were not very flexible laboriously took out the chess pieces from the side.

Qing Lilian walked lightly and walked to her grandfather's side as prime minister.

Then when her grandfather sat down first, she lifted the hem of her skirt and sat on the rosewood stool.

The prime minister holds the black son, and the Qing Li holds the white son.

The prime minister's hand swung effortlessly and took a step ahead.

Qing Li pondered for a moment and followed a son.

The prime minister shook his head and took another step.

A moment later, the game on the table was evenly matched.

The wind coming through the window added a bit of a murderous atmosphere to the game.

Qingli pondered for even longer, and if she made a wrong move, she might lose the whole game.

Qingli's fingers gently held the white chess piece, and the white and white fused with each other.

If there is a person who chooses to watch, he will not be able to distinguish which is the chess piece and which is the finger.

She frowned, and was just about to drop the hand that had been raised for a long time, and the chess piece that she was holding tightly was also at the moment of being released, when a man gently covered Qingli's hand.