Although Zuo Lian porcelain didn't expect to win a game of chess to make her grandfather change her opinion of her, her grandfather's still cold attitude still made her a little discouraged. As soon as she got home, Zuo Jinsong called her to the study for an hour of political classes before she was released at the urging of Mrs. Zuo.

The next morning, before dawn, Zuo Jinsong urged her to get up and ordered her to follow the morning exercise, anyway, she usually has the habit of morning exercise, so she doesn't feel how difficult it is, after morning exercise and breakfast, Zuo Jinsong strongly hinted that she should go to Old Man Ling's house together.

She deliberately pretended not to understand the hint, Zuo Jinsong couldn't do it, and said with a straight face before going out: "Don't come with me yet, such an adult has no eyesight at all." ”

Zuo Lian Porcelain was sly: "Ah, it turns out that Grandpa asked me to go to Grandpa Ling's house with you." Then she turned around and squeezed her eyes at her grandmother, Mrs. Zuo smiled faintly, and said, "Ghost girl." ”

When he got close to Ling's house, he heard Ling Shou's loud reprimand. Zuo Lianci felt that it would not be good in the past, but grandpa had already rang the doorbell without changing his face.

It turned out to be Ling Xiaochen who opened the door! Her eyes widened in surprise, and she returned to normal in an instant.

And Ling Xiaochen was not surprised to see her, "Chief Zuo, you came to play chess with my grandfather so early." ”

"I said why did Old Man Ling scold people early in the morning, it turned out that you kid was here. He laughed and walked inside. Zuo Lian porcelain obediently followed behind, not saying much.

Ling Zhenhai lost a game of chess yesterday, and he couldn't sleep at night, thinking about the chess game during the day, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, he underestimated this little girl. Her chess skills are indeed above him.

"Girl, you played chess well, I thought about it all night yesterday and didn't come up with a way to crack the chess game, so let my eldest grandson play a game with you today, and I'll see your chess path on the side." ”

Zuo Jinsong heard that the other party's evaluation of Zuo Lian porcelain was so high, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of imperceptible pride in his heart. He never knew how to deal with this granddaughter. No matter how much she responds to her heart, she is also the only blood and bone of his favorite youngest son.

Zuo Lianci did not refuse, glanced at Ling Xiaochen lightly and sat down at the coffee table.

Guess the black and white, and Ling Xiaochen is black.

Ling Xiaochen's chess style is similar to that of his grandfather, with bold and decisive killings, and he has a holistic view. Zuo Lian porcelain changed the chess path of boiling frogs in warm water yesterday, and he was murderous and refused to give an inch. This is no longer a chess game, but a fierce and murderous war.

The two old men watched from the side, their faces showing a red light of excitement, enjoyable, enjoyable, this is called playing chess!

Soon the two sides occupied a large territory and formed a state of separation, and the speed of chess slowed down, but you did not stop coming and going. On both sides, you bite me and I give you back, and the posture is stuck and does not advance or retreat. It's a close contest!

Ling Xiaochen was counting on the majesty of using this chess to kill Zuo Lian porcelain, but who knew that he was forced into such a situation by the other party. In my heart, I was more curious and happy about her with such a full momentum. He thought sadly, he really had a masochistic constitution!

Zuo Lian porcelain quietly sold a flaw, Ling Xiaochen and the two elders watching next to him saw that this was an opportunity, Ling Xiaochen said with a ruffian smile that was bound to win: "You are careless!"

Zuo Lianci immediately fell a son, and immediately broke Ling Xiaochen's impregnable defense, making half of his country defenseless. And the flaw she sold couldn't shake half of her momentum at all.

There is no need to continue this game, the outcome is already obvious.

"You're so carried away!" Zuo Lian porcelain sneered unceremoniously.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Ling Zhenhai exclaimed: "Lao Zuo, your granddaughter is amazing!"

Zuo Jinsong ironed in his heart, and said toughly: "Hmph, there are many eyes." ”

The corners of Zuo Lian's mouth rose, and his eyes narrowed into a good-looking arc like the first moon: "Grandpa Ling, is there a reward for me to win." The little fox smiled slyly, trying to get closer to the direction of "more eyes in the heart". Sure enough, I saw my grandfather's face as black as the bottom of the pot.

"Hahaha, there's a reward. Come with me to the study. Ling Zhenhai smiled rough and bold, Zuo Lianci had a good impression of this heroic old man, and naturally went over to support him, which was very ingenious.

Zuo Jinsong saw that her courteous appearance was completely different from in front of him, and he felt a little uncomfortable, and snorted a few times, trying to get her attention, of course she noticed, but she still flattered Ling Zhenhai by his side.

Ling Zhenhai's study is concise and atmospheric, there is a wall full of bookshelves, she swept it over, most of them are historical or military books, there are some ancient books, and there are several calligraphy works hanging on the other wall, but only one of them is genuine, and the others should be imitations. For modern calligraphy works, she has also studied, this vigorous and majestic cursive script is from the modern calligraphy master Lin Sanzhi.

Ling Xiaochen noticed that her gaze swept around the study, and then froze on the painting for a few more seconds, and she already knew that she liked it. This is the old man's treasure, and he can't help it.

"Why don't we have another competition and increase the chips?" Ling Xiaochen suddenly proposed to compete. Zuo Lian glanced at it and didn't answer. Ling Zhenhai didn't know what he was doing, but he was also a little interested: "Oh, what are you going to compare?"

"Calligraphy. Ling Xiaochen is very confident in his calligraphy, after all, he was forced to practice hard by his grandfather since he was a child! Ling Xiaochen looked at Zuo Lian porcelain and smiled: "If you win, you can choose a pair of calligraphy and paintings in this room, if you lose, the prize you just won is gone, do you dare to compare?"

Zuo Lian Porcelain couldn't stand his provocative look the most, knowing that he was agitating the way to do this, he still couldn't help but be arrogant, and said with a smile: "Why don't you dare." Don't cry if you lose!"

Before Ling Zhenhai could agree, the two of them each picked up a brush and rice paper on the desk. Fortunately, the desk was very large, and the two of them occupied one side separately and began to write hard.

Zuo Lian porcelain in his previous life since he was a child with a famous calligrapher to learn words, a hairpin in one hand, even the master said that the style of Mrs. Wei. Xiaokai practiced his heart, adjusted his breathing, and calmed his mind before he started writing. Horizontal like thousands of miles of clouds, vertical like long live withered vines, points like high mountains and stones, hooks like strong crossbow tendons. It is written by Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha": "A new song and a glass of wine, the weather last year was old." When will the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers will fall, and the familiar swallow will return. The small garden incense path wanders alone. ”

Ling Xiaochen wolf waved ink, the pen was strong but the font was elegant, and he made two sentences in one go, "Acacia makes people old, and the years are too late." The wild grass font portrays the word "acacia" like crazy.

The two put down their pens almost at the same time, Ling Zhenhai glanced at Ling Xiaochen's words first, and nodded with satisfaction, it seems that these years have not been wasted. Then he turned to Zuo Lian porcelain, looked at the words on the desk, and his eyes lit up. "Good words, good words. "It's like a treasure now.

"Do your best to get Mrs. Wei's style!" In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was that not only did he have Mrs. Wei's style, but it was even better!

Zuo Jinsong also leaned over to look, and was shocked, often hearing his wife whispering in her ear that his granddaughter was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and had never seen such a beautiful demeanor. He was not impressed, and now it seems that Madame is not exaggerating.

Ling Xiaochen heard his grandfather give such a high evaluation, and couldn't help but lean over, sure enough, the words were like his person, and they were so beautiful that they were fascinating.

"I lost again. He was a little annoyed that he couldn't even compare to his best calligraphy, but he still happily admitted defeat. Pointing to the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, he said to her, "You can just pick one and take it with you." ”

Ling Zhenhai only thought of his favorite Lin Sanzhi's true handiwork at this time, and he was very distressed. Since the words have been spoken, they can't take it back, so they can only drip blood in their hearts.

Zuo Lian grinned, pointed to a pair of words on the wall and said, "I want this." But it is a work of Ling Zhenhai's imitation of Lin Sanzhi's cursive writing. It's a pair of words that he's quite satisfied with, so he framed it and hung it.

"This is written by Grandpa Ling, and I want this. Just ask Grandpa Ling to stamp his own seal. ”

"How do you know that I wrote it?" Ling Zhenhai was surprised in his heart and immediately asked.

Zuo Lian Porcelain smiled mischievously: "This word has the spirit of a general." I can't write such words without being on the battlefield. ”

Ling Zhenhai laughed again. It surprised Mrs. Ling and the maid outside.

"Lao Zuo, your family really has a baby!" The tone was full of envy, jealousy and hatred. As he spoke, he glared hatefully at his grandson, who had made him proud in the past and humiliated him today.