Thoughts pull thoughts, and the heart will be completely broken inadvertently. Great literature

Zhongli Wenjun looked at the chess game in front of him, and then stretched out his finger and pinched a chess piece in the palm of his hand.

"Chitose; You can't go this way. Zhongli Wenjun saw that King Fu had come to burn all the jade stones, and Wen Jun was busy destroying the chess game, so he smiled elegantly and said to King Fu with a relaxed and casual face.

King Fu raised his eyebrows coldly; "How to go, that's the king's business." As if slowly raising her head to look at the chess game, she immediately pinched a cold sweat for King Fu, she had the heart to remind the other party how to go is the right way, but she can't say it, as the saying goes, Yun Guan chess is not a true gentleman, she had to be anxious on the side, she thought that if King Fu went on like this, he would lose this game.

It was as if he reached out and took a small orange in the fruit bowl, slowly peeled off the orange peel, and then pulled the hairs off the orange petals little by little.

Zhongli Wenjun's white son fell, seeing that the form was quite unfavorable to King Fu, King Fu pinched the sunspot in his hand, and his deep eyes reflected a cold brilliance, and said in his heart that this Zhongli Wenjun was gentle and elegant on weekdays, but he didn't expect that he was so rigid and resolute on the chessboard, this person is my biggest opponent. He didn't immediately find a way to break the enemy and win, so he pinched the chess pieces and stared at the chess game with his eyes.

Zhongli Wenjun sat there leisurely, quietly waiting for King Fu's fall, his eyes drifting towards him involuntarily. Great literature

"This year's weather is particularly dry, the yang energy rises, the yin energy falls, this orange is positive, it is still not easy to eat more, and the best health tonic is Ejiao, many beauties in ancient times used Ejiao to stay young forever." Zhongli Wenjun stared at the chess pieces with his eyes, and his tone was unusually easy-going, as if he was speaking to the air.

As if her heart was tight, she unconsciously glanced at Wen Jun, and in an instant, her eyes were facing each other, and her tenderness was turning, and in an instant, she seemed to feel that this feeling was familiar, and she felt a little uneasy, so she seemed to be busy taking her eyes back, and her heart was slightly flustered, at this moment she found that she didn't hate Zhongli Wenjun as much as before, and felt that there was a very familiar feeling, as if he had been hiding in the depths of her memory.

Murong Yichuan was only looking at the chess game, so he didn't notice that their eyes were facing each other.

A sunspot fell, the wind and clouds on the chessboard suddenly changed, the peaks and loops turned, and the big good shape shì immediately favored the side of King Fu.

Zhongli Wenjun took a few moves in a row, but he let King Fu crack it, but at this moment his heart was no longer as calm and calm as just now, for the first time in so long, he had met with such four eyes, but it was only a slight interlacing of eyes, for Wenjun, it was already a thousand words, this was a luxury for himself for so long, he had an illusion as if he really remembered himself, but it was just an illusion. Great literature

"Wen Jun; You lose. "As soon as the sunspot fell, the mountains and rivers were all in my hands, King Fu condescendingly faced Zhongli Wenjun with a victorious attitude, it was the first time in so long that he took him down so freely, he wanted to be inferior to him in the love field, but he was still like this on the chessboard, but now he finally took him down whether in the love field or on the chessboard.

Zhongli Wenjun didn't do anything because he lost, he was still so humble and not arrogant; "Chitose's chess skills have really grown a lot, and I am ashamed of myself." Wen Jun's face was humble.

"Wen Jun; You came to this king today for Zi Yan's business. King Fu said in one word, if it was state affairs, they could talk about it in the court just now, and they flew to the palace in person, it must be for family affairs.

Wen Jun nodded slightly; "The minister is to apologize to Chitose and the princess instead of Zi Yan, yesterday Zi Yan was reckless and almost made a big mistake, I hope Chitose and the princess will forgive her a lot." Wen Jun said that he threw his hand at the husband and wife, and showed one hundred and twenty points of sincerity.

When King Fu heard this, there was still a thin layer of ice mist between his eyebrows, and he said coldly; "You sue Sù Ziyan, this king will not forgive her so easily." Ruyu's face was as cold as frost, without the slightest warmth to be found, as if she was not talking about her sister, but someone who had nothing to do with her.

"Chitose, Zi Yan really knows her mistake, the minister is about to go to South Vietnam, if Chitose can't forgive Zi Yan, the minister can't rest assured." Wen Jun faced the coldness of King Fu's face, but he still refused to give up.

It was as if she saw Wen Jun like this, but she couldn't help but feel unbearable, at this moment, her heart couldn't bear it not for Zi Yan, but for sitting opposite her, this man with a quiet and gentle face, "Zhongli donkey; You go back and tell Sù Ziyan not to take it to heart, I'm fine, besides, she already got a slap yesterday, I think the punishment is enough, Yi Chuan; Are you right? As if looking at King Fu with a tender face, he begged with him, and put one hand on his chest and gently stirred.

King Fu faced the tenderness that seemed to be there, and his ice melted little by little.

"Wen Jun; In order to let you go with peace of mind, this matter will not be pursued for the time being, by the way, you came just in time, this king wrote a letter to Zhou Dawei to comfort you and you took it, and this king sent Xifeng Lie to escort you with you, for your safety all the way. Although he was holding a beauty in his arms, King Fu faced Zhongli Wenjun with a vague look of kingly coldness, and Yan Sù's expression had a sense of suffocation.

Zhongli Wenjun hurriedly wrote the forgiveness of the husband and wife for Zi Yan before sitting back in place.

"I want to write a letter to Chu Qianqian, can Zhongli take the horse with me?" As if asking cautiously, she deliberately glanced at the man in her arms, for fear that her sudden request would displease him.

Wen Jun didn't speak, but looked at King Fu quietly, he knew that if he and Wanruo talked too much in this situation, it would be bad for him and Wanruo, so he didn't speak.

King Fu was very satisfied with Zhongli Wenjun's attitude.

"Go and write the letter, so that Zhongli can take it with you. By the way, he also brought the letter in the open drawer in the study and handed it to Zhongli's colt. King Fu's tone was very indifferent, as if he was commanding.

As if he nodded, he got up and went directly to King Fu's study.

King Fu and Zhongli Wenjun sat in the courtyard and did not play chess, but talked about some recent things in the imperial court.

Half an hour later, she walked out slowly with a letter in her hand, and came to Zhongli Wenjun, who handed the letter to Wenjun with both hands; "There's a bell to leave the horse." It was like a watery tenderness, facing the slender jade fingers that seemed to stretch out to him, and then there was a simple fragrance that seemed to emanate from the body, such a taste was really long gone, long gone, as if it was just yesterday, but it seemed to have been centuries so far away. Wen Jun's heart was a little flustered, and he hurriedly took the letter; "The princess is so polite."