After Antai City, the capital of Jiannan Province, was breached by the Great Qin Thieves, it can be said that it was full of devastation, and the people were not able to make a living, and the population of the Great City of more than 100,000 people was less than half at this time, and most of them died on the day when the Great Qin Thieves broke the city. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was a night of killing, showing the dirtiest and most vicious side of human nature.

Tens of thousands of innocent beings died under the butcher's knife of the Great Qin thief, and only a piece of dead air remained in the former prosperous place, and rotting corpses could be seen in almost any corner.

Unlike the dilapidated parts of Antai City, there is a teahouse in the east of the city that has not been affected at all, and the Great Qin thieves seem to have deliberately avoided this teahouse when they were doing evil in the city.

The teahouse, called Tingyuxuan, is famous for its quiet and elegant scenery, attracting countless literati and artists to come here to chant poetry and paint.

And there is a thousand-year-old well in Tingyuxuan, the water quality is sweet, the cold and summer do not dry up, and the tea is mellow with its cooking tea.

Therefore, many people like to take a break here, on the contrary, some high-rollers or wealthy businessmen who come here will probably not come a second time after coming once.

If others ask about their impressions, most of these laymen have four-word evaluations: "Fade out of the birds!"

But it was such an elegant place, but on this night, Zhao Xin was ushered in, the head of the Great Qin thief who was full of tyranny and incompatible with the elegance of Ting Yuxuan.

Zhao Xin came on horseback, followed by eight brightly armored cavalrymen, the cavalrymen were all restrained, and they landed lightly and silently when they turned over and dismounted outside the door, even ordinary people could see that these eight cavalry skills were by no means simple.

With such an elite cavalry, it was really not a fluke that the Great Qin Thief was able to defeat the Long Wu Army.

Zhao Xin got off the horse and walked to Tingyuxuan, there was a middle-aged man about forty years old outside the door, with a white face and beard, like a shopkeeper, who came out to greet him, Zhao Xin nodded at him slightly, and then walked straight in.

The middle-aged man did not walk into Tingyuxuan with Zhao Xin, but stood outside the gate, his hands behind his back, looking up at the dark sky, a pair of seemingly ordinary eyes, flashing sharp light from time to time.

The eight elite cavalry under Zhao Xin did not follow in, the eight people were divided into two groups, guarding on both sides of the gate, and the cavalry standing first on the left was named Mo Xin, he secretly glanced at the middle-aged man, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his expression.

Mo Xin had seen a middle-aged man before, and he had seen it in the big tent of Zhao Xin, the king of Great Qin.

At that time, the middle-aged man handed over a package of blood to Zhao Xin's hands, and the package turned out to be the head of the Antai County Guard.

If it weren't for the fact that Antai County was suddenly killed at home the day before the city was broken, and the head was cut off at the same time, causing panic in the city and depression in the defenders, the strong Antai City would not have been easily broken by the Great Qin thieves.

The old man brought the head of the Antai County Guard to Zhao Xin, and it stands to reason that he should be the inner response of the Great Qin Thief in the city, but after the Antai City was broken, there was no middle-aged man among the soldiers and generals rewarded by Zhao Xin, and there was no mention of even the fact that the Antai County Guard was killed at home.

This is too undeserved, even if Zhao Xin is confused, he should not ignore the person who made the first contribution to the attack on Antai City.

Mo Xin didn't dare to think deeply, although he was Zhao Xin's personal guard, and his status among the Great Qin thieves was extraordinary, but he was very self-aware, knowing that he was just a small character, and if he got involved in something that shouldn't be involved, he would lose his head if he didn't do it, so sometimes he preferred to be confused.

Listening to Yuxuan, Zhao Xin slowly went up to the second floor, only to see that on the huge second floor, only two people were playing.

One of them was an old man in brocade with a rich face, holding a chess piece in the air, staring at the chessboard intently, and the chess piece in his hand could not fall for a long time.

His opponent was a young scholar, in stark contrast to the old man in brocade, who was leaning back in his chair half-drunk and half-conscious, holding a gourd and drinking alone.

Zhao Xin was not too surprised by the young scholar's wild behavior, but when he saw the appearance of the middle-aged man in brocade, he couldn't help but exclaim: "King Qi!"

In the whole world, the only person who can be called the king of Qi is the uncle of the Han Emperor, Xuanyuan Bo.

Xuanyuan suddenly realized from his contemplation, and when he looked up and saw that it was Zhao Xin, a smile appeared on the face of the old Long Zhong, and said, "Zhao Xin, these days, you have made a lot of movements."

Zhao Xin's expression was a little flustered, and he looked at the young scholar who was playing against Xuanyuan Bo, with a look of help in his eyes.

The young scholar ignored it, took a sip of wine on his back, and his eyes were focused on the chessboard, and when he put the gourd down, a chess piece also fell.

Xuanyuan Bo no longer looked at Zhao Xin, his eyes were deeply attracted by the chess piece that the scholar fell, and after staring at it for a long time, he smiled embarrassedly and sighed: "This king is quite conceited about his chess skills, who knows that for more than half a month, this king will lose every game, and this game will have a slight chance to win, and it is estimated that he will still lose in the end." His eyes were deep, he glanced at the scholar deeply, and sighed again: "There is really a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!"

Zhao Xin looked at the scholar with a shocked and surprised face, he was not surprised by the scholar's chess skills, but felt incredible that King Qi and the scholar had been together for half a month.

The scholar took a leisurely sip of wine, looked at King Qi with drunken eyes, and said with a drunken smile: "King Qi has praised it, the victory is not divided, and it is not known who will kill the deer."

Zhao Xin saw that the scholar's black chess had taken full advantage, and the white chess of the king of Qi was just doing a battle of trapped beasts.

Xuanyuan Bo picked up a white child, and in the face of the game in front of him, he seemed to have exhausted his strength, and there was no way to deal with it, so it was difficult to fall down, but there was no trace of frustration on his face.

Zhao Xin sneered beside him, he dared to despise Uncle Han in person!

Xuanyuan Bo heard the laughter, his eyes narrowed slightly, a grim smile appeared on his face, and he put aside the chess pieces he was holding in his hand and said: "The game is an elegant thing, if you can add some colors, wouldn't it be more interesting."

The scholar casually asked, "What kind of color does King Qi want?"

Xuanyuan Bo stretched his lazy waist, and said in a very casual tone: "How about using the Antai City we are in as a color?"

The scholar threw the gourd violently, his face was swept away with drunkenness, and with clear eyes, he met King Qi's smiling expression, and asked, "What kind of color does the prince want to make?"

Zhao Xin looked angry and stared at Xuanyuan Bo.

Xuanyuan Bo leisurely and calmly pinched the white child he had put down just now, and said with a faint smile: "In addition to games, this king also likes to gamble money."

The scholar asked in a deep voice, "How much is the bet?"

Xuanyuan Chen replied: "This king loses a son, and he is willing to give 100,000 taels!" His eyes shrank suddenly, staring at the scholar in front of him, and said faintly: "His Royal Highness the Prince, what do you think?"