If we don't ask anymore, will we be able to become strangers, the night will not be cold, and our hearts will not ache. Great literature

The sun is setting, and the sun is approaching dusk.

There were four or five sycamore trees standing in the courtyard of the Yin'an Temple, but each one was so tall that several people with thick trunks could hold it. It's time for the sycamore to bloom, and the trees are full of budding buds.

Under the plane tree, there is a big chessboard, Fu Wang and Wan Ru sit opposite each other, they compete with each other on the chessboard as in the past, Fu Wang is still a black child, and it is still a white child, they have a red fruit plate on their right hand, there are several fruits in the fruit plate, but the chess has been played several games, but the ditch in the fruit plate has not been moved.

The little girls are busy with their own, so the courtyard is also quiet, and the occasional sound is a few morning warblers competing for warm trees, whose new swallows peck the spring mud, the more so, the more it sets off the tranquility and silence around.

"It's been three sets, let's finish it. The last white child fell, and the smile of victory once again bloomed on her face like a flower, and the two cigarette eyebrows bloomed slightly on her snow-like skin, but her words were vaguely calm, unhappy or unhappy.

King Fu reset the chessboard to zero, "Let's go on, I don't believe I can't win a game against you today." "One hundred and twenty unconvinced, unwilling, written on that cold face.

As if facing King Fu's stubbornness, Ying Ying just smiled, "Are you tired?" Otherwise, let's go down another day. King Fu thought about it, he might have been tired after sitting for so long, so he had to dispel his ** of turning defeat into victory.

It's like shaking your head; "I'm not tired, it's just that you play chess with me as soon as you come back, and I delay you in dealing with political affairs." As if as he spoke, he stretched out two jade fingers to pinch a white son like snow, and his face was full of the kind of virtuousness of being a wife, and the brilliance was shining, and every man would like it when facing such a woman. Great literature

"I don't have much to do today, I'm dealing with it after dinner, you haven't been happy with me since yesterday, are you still thinking about what happened to Ziyan yesterday?" King Fu understands Wanruo, although she said on the surface that she has forgiven Zi Yan and doesn't think about it, but from her inadvertently constricted eyebrows, it can be seen that she has already tied a knot in her heart, if not, why would she be so close to herself? In order to break this qiē, he had to put down his body to please her and please her, and he has been putting down his body for her for so long, but he still can't get her complete obedience.

As if she was still mindful, in the face of King Fu's questioning, a trace of unhappiness passed over her face, the cloud was faint, a little sad, a little hurt, "Don't ask, let's play chess." As soon as he said that, he loosened his fingers, and the pieces landed on the chessboard.

King Fu had no choice but to follow,

Less than halfway down the plate, the guards at the door hurried to the courtyard.

"Qi Yu Chitose, the master of the horse asks to see." When King Fu heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "What is he doing here?" "Xuan." Lukewarmly, the guard hurriedly agreed and went down, and the two of them continued to play chess.

After a while, Zhongli Wenjun appeared in the courtyard, and he saw Wanruo sitting opposite King Fu at a glance, like a peach-colored dress, decorated with shining gems, ebony-like hair lying on his back obediently, with a purple jade hairpin on his head, sitting there looking dignified and elegant, with a good demeanor, although far away, he caught melancholy from behind her shallow smile, and a pair of revealing eyes flowed with a faint sadness, and her eyes could not escape Zhongli Wenjun's eyes.

Zhongli Wenjun slowly walked in front of the two of them, and hurriedly bowed down; "For the minister, Zhongli Wenjun has seen the Wang family Chitose and the princess."

King Fu said as he fell; "No need to be polite, do you have anything to do with this king?" His tone was faint, and his sharp eyes were constantly observing the woman opposite and the man who came suddenly.

As if he had put down his chess pieces, he slowly stood up; "You should have something serious to talk about, so I won't delay you." He said he wanted to leave, "Come here." King Fu said in a commanding tone, as if slightly stunned, or came to King Fu's side, King Fu pulled her arm, as if sitting weakly in his arms, immediately her face bloomed a touch of intoxicating crimson, her head was hurriedly lowered, but sitting in front of outsiders in her man's arms she still felt very embarrassed, so she was shy. Zhongli Wenjun saw everything in his eyes, but he didn't show anything abnormal, he was still so light-hearted, he understood that King Fu was deliberately performing in front of him, to tell himself how much affection he and Wanruo were.

"Wen Jun, this game of chess is not over yet, are you interested in finishing this game of chess with this king?" King Fu's face was cold, his eyes flowed out of an unfathomable halo, he hugged Wanru with one hand, pinched a chess piece with the other, and swept the chess game in front of him with sharp eyes for a while, and swept Zhongli Wenjun, who was already sitting opposite him as quiet as water.

Zhongli Wenjun looked at the chess game, his head slightly; "Obey orders for your ministers." As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and took a chess piece in his hand.