Bi Wu raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and without waiting for Su Wanqing to answer, she sneered at Mao De, and then, with a stretch of her right hand, she grabbed Mao De's left Duo with lightning speed, and twisted it fiercely.

Mao De didn't expect Biwu to do it without saying a word, he couldn't dodge, he was pinched, and he gritted his teeth and said in pain: "Eh, Aunt Biwu, be light, my ears are hurting, how can I mess with you." ”

"Yes, Steward Mao, I didn't see it before, you have also learned to play an official tone!" Biwu gritted her teeth and smiled as she strained.

If it is said that Biwu, a woman, is more than delicate, and there is a little bit of a problem of eating soft and being afraid of hardness, then Mao De is undoubtedly the softest of the soft.

You must know that Bi Wu has been trying to bully people since she was a child, and among the people who have tried to bully, she has a good temperament, she can't fight back, and she can't scold back, so Bi Wu has always been calling and drinking to Mao De, doing something or something, in her eyes, it is as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Biwu's hand was not serious, Mao De only felt that his ears hurt in a panic, and unconsciously reached out to cover his ears, but he didn't dare to lean too close to Biwu's hand, and he was very embarrassed to go up or down, and hesitated for a long time, so he had to stare dryly and hiss inhale, "Okay Biwu, am I wrong, I really didn't have an official tone, hey, spare me." ”

Seeing that his expression of pain did not seem to be fake, Bi Wu relaxed the strength in his hand a little, "Not yet?" We haven't seen each other for a long time, and you went up to the house to remove the tiles, and shirked not letting my master enter the door. Isn't Mr. Cheng Zheng generally not seen outsiders? What the hell is going on, is it that Mr. Cheng Zheng thinks that my master has not come over for so long. Angry with my master? You're good to talk back. ”

Mao De had a bitter expression on his face, "Sir, he did say that Concubine Su has not shown up for so long. Even if he came in the future, he would never see Concubine Su's angry words again. However, there is really a guest today, and the prince of Nanguang is inside. ”

When Su Wanqing heard this, she looked left and right with some surprise, the prince of Nanguang is also a noble person, although he entered Beijing as a hostage. The pomp and circumstance that should be there should be on the surface should be indispensable, not to mention that Emperor Zhongzheng doesn't seem to have the intention of tearing his face with King Nanguang now. In these superficial rituals, there is no restriction on the son.

It's just that Su Wanqing came all the way, and she didn't see any guards waiting for her, and the gate in and out of the school field was unimpeded. There was no one guarding the pavilion either.

Su Wanqing was so puzzled. An old man's voice came from inside the door, "People have only said a few words, you just tell everything so honestly and discerningly, you have learned martial arts for so many years, and you can't even deal with a woman, what's the use of me keeping you, it's not enough to embarrass me!" ”

Judging by the timbre of the voice, it was obvious that the person who spoke was a little older. But the voice is very strong and powerful, and people can't figure out how old it is.

Biwu heard the voice. Hurriedly threw away his hand, stuck out his tongue, and glanced at Maude.

Mao De didn't care about rubbing his ears, so he adjusted his demeanor, bowed down to the curtain and said, "Sir, forgive the sin, it's too useless." ”

The voice in the curtain was slightly cold, and he said unhurriedly: "Since you know that you are useless, you won't give me a retreat." ”

"Yes, little one." Maud saluted again, and went down in a gloomy manner.

Su Wanqing looked at the back of Mao De leaving, shook her head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Sir, I haven't seen you for a few days, why is your temper still the same." ”

"I'm a very old, half-buried person in the soil, and if I don't do what I want, can I still change it to what you want?" The voice paused, and said with a little smile, "Okay, for the sake of our Concubine Su who hasn't forgotten me, an old man, I'll let you in." ”

Su Wanqing smiled a little and walked into the house.

In the warm pavilion, the earth dragon is already burning, and as soon as you enter the door, you can feel a burst of warm heat coming to your face. To the north of the warm pavilion, a low table was placed, and a spirited old man and a man sat at both ends.

The old man held a small teapot of purple pottery in his left hand, and while sipping, he looked at the chess game on the low table that was halfway down, and in his free left hand, he rubbed a black spot, hesitating where to land.

The manhood sitting opposite the old man was extremely outstanding, his eyes fell lightly on the chessboard, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and there was no obvious smile, but his expression looked very kind.

This is the first time that Su Wanqing has seen the legendary prince of Nanguang, Mu Jingzhao, head-on.

In the previous life, after Mu Jingzhao entered Beijing, Su Wanqing rarely went out and walked around, and she didn't even attend the palace banquet with the New Year's Festival, so she didn't meet this prince.

Su Wanqing raised her eyes, and in her sight, Mu Jingzhao was only wearing a white robe with a brocade line, with warm eyebrows and eyes, and a high nose bridge.

Just when Su Wanqing looked over, Mu Jingzhao also looked up, those eyes were like jade, but they were a little distant in the purity and purity, which made Mu Jingzhao's whole person show a bit of independence.

Su Wanqing lowered her eyes quietly, saluted in the direction of Mu Jingzhao, and then walked to the old man's side without squinting.

Mu Jingzhao's gaze stayed on her for a moment, smiled politely, and then naturally moved away and fell back on the old man.

The old man stared at the chessboard, put down the tea bowl in his hand, and waved his hand to Su Wanqing twice without looking back, "Miss Qing, come over and help me see where this place is." ”

Su Wanqing leaned over and took a look at the chess game, on the chessboard, the sunspot held by Cheng Zheng had lost most of the country, and the white son won steadily.

Su Wanqing looked at the situation, couldn't help but feel a little flustered, paused, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Mr. knows that my chess skills are not good, and I still have such a problem, which is difficult for me." ”

Cheng Zheng snorted, raised the corner of his eyes and glanced at Su Wanqing, "Miss Qing, why are you getting older and less cute, especially when you enter the Old Fifth Mansion, if you don't come to see me, why did you learn the Tai Chi style outside?" Think back to a few years ago, when you were ...... tsk"

Su Wanqing glanced at Mu Jingzhao, who was smiling lightly and drinking tea, and coughed twice in embarrassment.

Cheng Zheng realized that it was a bit inappropriate to say this in front of the man, so he smiled dryly and touched the white beard on his chin, paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "If you want me to say, this one, I should put it back in my chess bowl directly, because the defeat is decided, and it will be in vain to continue this game of chess." ”

Mu Jingzhao smiled and looked at Cheng Zheng quietly, his eyes were clear and lofty, "What does Mr. mean, if you are trapped in the chess game, do you have to admit defeat?" (To be continued......)