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One hundred and thirty years of the South Building Kingdom, forty-seven years of Yonggu.

At this time, it is the golden autumn season of August, because the south of the building country is southern, the weather is still very warm, and this season is also the most comfortable time of the year.

A quaint and solemn courtyard is hidden in the green hills and green trees.

The red walls and green pavilions and pavilions seem to be integrated with the green hills, and the crisp birdsong in the woods is heard, and the sound is extremely pleasant to echo in the ears. The fresh air and comfortable courtyard make people feel the ultimate relaxation.

In the garden of the annex, there are countless osmanthus trees planted, and the osmanthus flowers full of trees float the fragrance of a yard, refreshing people's hearts

The octagonal pavilion surrounded by osmanthus trees flutters with ethereal light yarn in the wind. On both sides of the stone table, there was an old man in a black robe and a woman in a blue dress.

It's just that the old man's face was obviously stumped, and he frowned and thought.

The girl's expression was relaxed, and her immature face had a composure and indifference that did not suit her age.

On one side of the two sat a ten-year-old boy with extremely delicate eyebrows, frowning lightly and watching chess without saying a word.

The obsidian-like black eyes flashed bewildered, but they endured it well and didn't bother with a word. In this case, it can be seen that although he is young, he has a very high upbringing.

"Yujian."

A magnetic, gentle voice rang out.

When the boy heard this, his eyebrows fluttered, and he turned his head to look at the person with a happy face.

A man wearing a white jade crown and a moon-white soft robe, with his hands behind his back, dark hair and wide sleeves, the corners of his robe dancing with the wind, snow-white boots stepping on the falling flowers all over the ground, and slowly pacing like a god in the clouds in the osmanthus in the garden, and the thousands of flowers behind him have become his foil.

As he walked in, the fairy-like handsome face clearly met Yujian's eyes, especially the natural dignity between the eyebrows of the person who came, so that the flowers in the garden lost their color.

The five words "Childe is unparalleled" were vividly interpreted in his body.

"Brother Sang Mo, you're here, hurry up and tell me about this chess game, why don't I have any ideas at all" Yujian prayed with obvious admiration in his eyes, and in a small voice.

Gong Sangmo's thin lips were slightly hooked, with a warm and light smile on his face, and a pair of phoenix eyes as bright as stars in the night sky narrowed slightly, "Why, I was stumped by your Qianyu sister's chess game again"

Yujian pouted, very discouraged. The two good-looking eyebrows were also twisted together.

"Brother Sang Mo, you said that Sister Qianyu is only five years older than me, why does she have so many things, just talk about this chess, Grandfather Huang hasn't won Sister Qianyu once in three years."

Three years ago, Sister Qianyu was only twelve years old, thinking that he was ten years old this year, he had studied very hard in the past three years, and this chess skill was also taught by the Taifu of Nanlou Country himself, but he still couldn't even touch Sister Qianyu's side, just like this chess game recently, he couldn't touch the slightest clue, which hurt the self-esteem of a man.

Gong Sang Mo smiled softly at the depressed Yujian, but the gentleness of the phoenix eyes fell on the slender figure like water.

Yun Qianyu still lowered her head, her soft and radiant eyes shining like crystal, and her long eyelashes flickered from time to time. The smooth and full forehead is as smooth as jade, and the small and straight nose is beautiful, which makes people want to pinch it. The cherry lips are like dewdrops on the flowers in the morning, crystal clear and moist. The rounded chin is just right.

A head of silk-like smooth hair, not combed two buns like the average girl who is not as good as the hair, but braided a small braid on both sides, and then pulled behind him, tied together with a ribbon with the same water blue as the dress, lazy, natural reveal a casual and free and easy expression that is always faint, it is difficult to think that people are only fifteen years old this year.

Xu is hearing the sound of Yujian and Gong Sangmo talking on the side, Yun Qianyu's eyelashes as long as butterfly wings blinked slightly, and turned his head to look at the source of the voice, those moist eyes revealed a silence that was very incommensurate with her age. It was as if nothing could make her ripple

The two looked at each other, Yun Qianyu nodded to Gong Sangmo, and then naturally withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the chessboard.

Still as cold as always, Gong Sang Mofeng's eyes flashed, glanced at the chess game on the table, smiled at Yujian, who was waiting on the side, and said softly: "Let's finish reading it first." ”

Watching chess is silent and true gentleman, Yujian still understands, so he nodded obediently.

Gong Sangmo lifted his robe and sat down on the other side, and the person waiting on the side immediately stepped forward to pour him a cup of fragrant flower tea.

The old man was obviously addicted to the chess game, and he didn't notice that there was one more person around him.

Gong Sangmo didn't bother with anything, his slender hand elegantly picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and glanced at Yun Qianyu beside him with a vague look.

In such a quiet atmosphere, time flies, and an hour passes in a blink of an eye.

The old man finally raised his head, sighed and said: "I lost you girl again, how long is this head" Only after the words fell did he see Gong Sangmo sitting and drinking tea on the side.

"Sang Mo, when did you come?"

The old man didn't have the slightest depression on his face, but asked very cheerfully.

"I've been here for a while, and I didn't bother when I saw that the emperor was very deep in chess." Gong Sangmo put down the teacup and smiled faintly.

Murong Cang glanced at the chess game, "This girl is as cunning as a fox, and she is very powerful." and a fight you have."

Then he stroked his beard, glanced at Yun Qianyu with his eyes, and asked meaningfully: "Girl, how about another game, I will definitely win you." ”

There is no frame of being the king of a country between the words, but it is very casual and kind.

Yun Qianyu raised his head slightly, raised his little face as beautiful as a porcelain doll, and looked beyond the wall to a magnificent mountain villa halfway up the mountain.

"Grandpa, I'm afraid it won't be today."

"Why," Murong Cang asked with his hand brushing his beard.

Before Yun Qianyu could answer, he saw a pink-clad woman's dress flying and floating to Yun Qianyu's side without touching the ground.

first gave Murong Cang, Gong Sangmo, and Yujian a salute, and then said: "Master, the ceremony for Situ Hanyi to take over as the owner of Fengyun Mountain Villa has been completed, and he is about to send someone to invite his master to Fengyun Hall." ”

Yun Qianyu's expressionless face finally fluctuated slightly.

"It's finally coming to an end"

After the words fell, he got up suddenly, picked up a piece of aqua blue veil on the table casually, and covered his face, "Chenxiang, go and see how Situ Hanyi repented of his marriage." ”

The corner of the pink-clothed woman's mouth twitched, master, you are the one who is going to be repented of your marriage, okay, at this time, can you not be so calm, shouldn't you be paired with a heartbroken, life is worse than death expression, how can it be like watching others lively.

But she also knew in her heart that it might be harder to see the heartbroken appearance of this cold little master than it was to see the sun rise in the west. After waiting for her master for so many years, she has never seen her master have a second love. I don't know who has the ability to make the master emotional, if that person appears, Chenxiang will definitely offer him as a fairy

Thinking about it, Chenxiang's movements were not slow at all, and she flew up to follow.

Gong Sang Mo's phoenix eyes blinked, and he looked at the slender blue figure that had already flown away, as beautiful as a flower fairy, and the strength of his hand holding the teacup tightened.

"Grandpa, Yujian, Xianwang, Qianyu left first, and in the next play, without Qianyu, Situ Hanyi couldn't sing alone." The person has gone away, but the light voice penetrates the layers of osmanthus flowers, and it is still as clear as it is said in the ear.

Yujian touched his head, looked at his grandfather and Gong Sangmo with a confused expression, and said, "Sister Qianyu is going to be repented."

Gong Sangmo nodded and lowered his eyes.

Murong Cang waved his hand indifferently and said, "Regret it, how can a strange woman like your sister Qianyu be worthy of his Situ Hanyi." ”

Hearing this, Yujian lost his initial steadiness, stood up excitedly, clenched his hands into fists, touched each other on his chest, and said with a happy look: "Great, Imperial Grandfather, is this how Yujian can marry Sister Qianyu when he grows up?"

Before Murong Cang could answer, Gong Sangmo poured a basin of cold water on him, "When you grow up, your little hairy child, you will have a son and daughter of Sister Qianyu." ”

Yujian pursed his lips and muttered: "Then hanging, isn't it just five years old, I won't dislike Sister Qianyu is older than me." ”

"It's your sister Qianyu who dislikes you for being small," Gong Sangmo continued to strike.

Yujian suddenly wilted, and the excitement just now suddenly dissipated without a trace, and he sat down and fiddled with the teacup in discouragement.

Murong Cang looked at Gong Sangmo deeply, and Gong Sangmo naturally picked up the teacup and tasted the tea.

Murong Cang retracted his eyes, "Sang Mo, you've been out for three years, when will you go back to the capital?"

Before Gong Sangmo answered, Murong Cang continued: "I don't have much time left, this time it should be the last time to come out." ”

Gong Sang Mo's phoenix eyes condensed, and he put down the teacup, "For a hundred years, the Xian Wangfu will only take action when the Blue Mansion Country is invaded by foreign countries or when someone rebels, and it will never care about the replacement and struggle of the royal throne. ”

"I know, but Yujian is still young, Prince Rui is staring at me with fierce eyes, once I leave, who can give Yujian to make me feel at ease"

Murong Cang's face was full of vicissitudes, none of his sons were saved, and now the only grandson is still so young, he is powerless again, what to do He looked at Yujian with helplessness and reluctance.

Yujian immediately stood up, came to Murong Cang's side, and tugged on his sleeve tightly, his obsidian-like eyes full of moisture.

"Imperial grandfather, don't leave Yujian."

Murong Cang hugged Murong Yujian distressedly and patted him on the back comfortingly.

Gong Sangmo looked at the old and the young in front of him, pondered for a while, and said: "When there is someone who can do it, it depends on whether the emperor recognizes it or not." ”

"Who" The old face immediately burst out with a hint of hope

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