Man Yao didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and just played chess with him. Her face was calm and calm, but her heart turned a thousand times. She occupies the body of a princess, and has been in this strange world for three years, where human life is regarded as a mustard, and she is careful and cautious in her actions. Although he has glory and wealth in his hands, he is very tired and lonely.

Zong Zheng looked at the white jade chessboard without worry, his mind wandered, he hadn't played chess with others for a long time, and he couldn't remember it clearly. His hand unconsciously rubbed the chess pieces, falling carelessly, and his movements were very light, as if he was worried that a heavier one would damage the white jade chessboard. Man Yao glanced up at him, and his slender white fingers picked up a chess piece that seemed to be restrained, put it in the center, and left his hand.

Zongzheng, who was drinking tea, glanced at the chess game lightly, and suddenly felt shocked, her eyes changed slightly, every move she made before seemed to be out of order, and she walked randomly, however, this move made all her chess pieces form a game, so that he couldn't walk and jump, like a flying man who couldn't support nowhere, he didn't lose a son, but he couldn't be saved, and winning or losing was a foregone conclusion. He narrowed his eyes, looked at her beautiful face fixedly, his eyes changed a few times, and said in an affirmative tone: "You can play this kind of chess!" Where did you learn it? ”

She looked back into his eyes, trying to see something in those evil eyes, but they were too inscrutable to see anything. She smiled faintly, and asked instead of answering, "How did Your Highness learn it?" She couldn't be sure if he had crossed over like her, and what about someone like him, whether it was or not. This kind of thing of soul possession is too weird, and if it spreads, with their sensitive identity, it will definitely not be a good thing.

The moonlight poured on the two of them like water, and they looked at each other quietly, speculating and wondering each other, and their thoughts were different, as if a century had passed. The newly added hot tea on the table, steaming hot, rose and entwined between the sight of the two, like smoke and fog.

Zong Zheng Wuwu suddenly laughed and said, "Okay! This king has finally met his opponent, and he has another game. This time...... This king won't let you. ”

Wandering but smiling, the chess pieces returned to their places, it was still her red son and his black son, she smiled lightly: "Your Highness, please first." ”

Zongzheng is worry-free and does not push, the starter goes first, it is no longer careless at the beginning, every step is thoughtful, and the more you take one more step, the more frightened you are. Chess is like life, through a person's chess skills, you can see the depth of this person's mind, which cannot be detected. Even though she tried her best, she still felt a little struggling.

Time, passed unconsciously, there were no other guests in the garden, a maid came up to ask whether to close, she had not yet spoken, but saw that Zongzheng frowned, with a look of impatience on his face, and the masters in chess duels usually do not like to be disturbed. She nodded, let everyone go back to rest, Shen Yu was the last to leave, peeked at Zongzheng worry-free, still had lingering feelings about the events of the day, and saluted him from afar. walked to Manyao's side, raised his hand to brush off a petal of fallen flowers on her clothes, and then took her a cloak and draped it on her shoulders, and said in an infinitely gentle voice: "Childe, it's cold at night, and you should rest early." ”

Manyao sincerely thanked her, and smiled at her Tingting leaving. In the past half month, they have gotten along very well, and Shen Yu's new identity has been arranged.

The night was silent, and only the two of them were left in the garden.

The lotus lantern on the water floats, reflecting the light in the water, and the red candle flame scatters a warm yellow halo to hide the coldness of the water. Under the cherry blossom trees surrounded by willow trees, they played a game of chess for an hour and a half, and neither of them would say anything to urge them, giving each other enough time to think.

There is a faint aroma in the air, which seems to linger on the tip of the nose, making people unconsciously trance. Zong Zheng looked at the contemplative face of the woman sitting quietly opposite, quiet and incredible, a pair of beautiful eyes full of wisdom, like a blue spring in the moonlight, quiet and clear, as if you can see the bottom of people's hearts at a glance. This was the first time in many years that he had looked at a woman with his heart, as if he wanted to find something out of her.

"Your Highness, leaving the king?" After falling away, seeing that he did not react, when he looked up, he looked at her in a daze, the kind of gaze she had never seen before...... Through the emptiness of her thoughts, she frowned and called softly.

Zong Zheng woke up suddenly, his expression changed slightly, a trace of coldness crossed his eyes, and in an instant, he returned to his usual evil charm and depth, twisted up a chess piece, and asked casually: "What's your name?" "I've known her for more than half a month, and he doesn't know her name except for Liyue, which Lao Jiu named her.

She was slightly stunned, thought about it, and replied, "Manxiao." ”

Zongzheng was carefree and said: "The peach is dying, scorching its bloom? ”

Her eyes drooped slightly, and she said lightly: "No, it's an early death." "My father got her name, and I don't know why it was that. Later, she herself understood, fate, not to live long.

Maybe it's because the candlelight is too soft and the moonlight is too beautiful, or maybe it's because I've been looking for a rare chess opponent for many years, which makes it easy for people to take off their guard.

She looked at him and asked softly, "What about you?" Zongzheng is worry-free...... Your parents must want you to have a good life. ”

He picked up the tea that had already been cooled, his slender fingers were distinct, they were translucent white, and he took a sip shallowly, the cold tea had an astringent bitter taste, and there was an emotionless smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said casually: "It's nothing, it's nothing." "A life is empty, nothing is gained, nothing is left.

She was stunned, his voice was low and deep, without any emotional ups and downs, she couldn't see his expression hidden under the thick inky eyelashes, she only felt that such a quiet night, saying such words, made people's hearts heavy for no reason, so she chuckled: "You understand it yourself, right?" How can parents choose such a name for their children? ”

He slowly raised his head, his eyes were like deep pools, and asked rhetorically, "Why aren't you?" What parent would want their child to die young? ”

She pursed her lips and said no more, and the garden fell silent again. He drank the herbal tea one after another, the bitter taste spreading from his lips and tongue to the bottom of his heart, and then spreading from him, and the slightest trace of it wrapped around the air.

On the table chessboard, there are a few pieces left, and in front of the two of them, there are each other's chess pieces. This game, a draw, lasted two hours.

Playing chess with him was a painstaking exercise, but it was so enjoyable that she could not remember how many years she had not met an opponent. Her grandfather was an expert in chess, she was nurtured since she was a child, she loved chess, and playing with her grandfather was her greatest pleasure when she was a child, and then her grandfather died, and under the strict control of her father, she could only play with herself when no one was around.

Zongzheng is carefree, I haven't played chess with someone like this for a long time, a game of chess, and the intention is still unfinished. But tonight is not a good time to play chess.

Suddenly, the wind rose, rolled up the willow branches, with a cold and cold breath, slapping a tree with residual red, and falling flowers like blood. A strong aura of slaughter filled the entire garden in an instant. Zong Zheng's eyes were cold, but his face was calm, and he hooked his lips and sneered: "Show up, this king has no patience to wait any longer." ”