Chapter 64: Playing Chess

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The morning dew is slightly chilly and crystal clear. On the clean eaves, a few small birds were leisurely pecking their wings there, chirping, the streamers fluttering gently, and there was a 'pop' sound under the eaves from time to time.

On the threshold, Wan'er, dressed in a white Luo shirt, sat on a small bench with her cheeks on her cheeks, her pretty face was fair, and she was calmly staring at the chessboard in front of her. Xiangling, who was opposite her, was dressed in a purple floral dress, learning to hold her cheeks with her little hands, and coping with the chess game listlessly.

The two have already played two sets and are playing the third set, and they don't know how many times they have looked into the back room, but there is no reaction in the slightest. If there is, it's a slight purring.

This is the third day after the discussion of the Buddha, and some changes have taken place inside and outside the Wei family. Outside, Wei Qiao was directly crowned with the nickname of Wei Sanbu, and he didn't care whether the Buddha won or lost, and he insisted on pressing the title of Jinling's first genius on him. Recently, Jinling is full of Weiqiao, about the thrilling on the high platform of the Buddha, and various deductive versions have emerged in endlessly.

There are a lot of idlers in Jinling, and it is inevitable to chat after tea and dinner, and at this time, the poems, they may not be so elegant, but the owners of the poems are the topics they talk about. These topics inevitably passed on to the Wei Mansion, and in recent years, Li Xiluan has not returned, and the loss of restraint has boosted their enthusiasm for spreading.

The two little girls naturally knew their rumors, although they scolded them on the surface to keep their mouths shut and not spread the rumors, but they also talked about it in private sweetly.

"Smack"

Xiangling dropped the chess pieces with one hand, covered her small mouth with the other, and yawned loudly. Last night, she ran to Wan'er's room next door and talked to her for almost a night. I woke up early this morning, and I was sleepy. However, the little girl is already delicate and cute, coupled with Wei Qiao's deliberate indulgence, she is more and more delicate and delicate, and her every move exudes the girl's unique youthful and lively atmosphere.

Wan'er was rarely affected by Wei Qiao's bad influence, and she was always in order, looking at Xiangling's extremely indecent actions, she pursed her lips, and didn't bother to say more. Turning his head and glancing inside, although he didn't dare to complain about the young master, he still felt that Xiangling had been damaged by the young master.

Xiangling smashed her small mouth, and suddenly her big lazy eyes opened, as if she had thought of something, and leaned over with a slightly red face and whispered: "Sister Wan'er, you say, will the young master spank us?" ”

Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and immediately suddenly, raised her head and pursed her lips with a slightly red face, and then said in a low voice: "Probably not, the young master is not a stingy person, not to mention, we are also for his good." ”

The two of them said that the little girl Xiangling privately asked Fu Yang to write down Wei Qiao's poems and send them to the high platform, although the two little girls knew that the young master was not stingy, they must also know that it was for them and for his good, but after all, they made a mistake, but, but the young master did it himself, that, it was too embarrassing.

The two little girls glanced at each other shyly and timidly, and hurriedly lowered their heads, and Xiangling even pursed her mouth to slap the chessboard.

Wei Qiao is not really sleepy, but at night racked his brains to write down all the poems he remembered, which was quite exhausting, and he sorted out the book of dyed flowers, and slept every day at dawn, so every day he woke up before lunch, but the two little girls had nothing to do, which was quite boring.

As for what happened on the day of the Buddha's discussion, Wei Qiao had already forgotten everything, and looking at the causes and consequences, he could guess that the time for the emperor to activate him had not yet arrived. And judging from the meaning revealed in Cui's father-in-law's words, it seems that the emperor does not want him to be a colt for him.

In the past two days, he has more or less inquired about some situations, although it is not very clear, but he can also analyze one or two. Today's King Jin is the brother of the emperor's mother, and the current waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and there is a faint existence of the Jin King Party in the court. However, the emperor seems to take into account the attitude of the current Shoufu and the old commander of the three armies, and has been holding back until now.

Wei Qiao can only deduce this, and it is impossible to understand the specifics without going deep into them. Although the gossip in the market can be distinguished, it is also a troublesome thing to listen to too much.

"Ha, playing chess."

The two little girls who were thinking about their hearts were suddenly startled, and when they looked up and saw Wei Qiao with a wet face and water in his hands, they couldn't help but exhale, and the little girl Xiangling immediately jumped up in flattery, looking at Wei Qiao squeezing out a big bright smile.

Wan'er walked in sideways, took a towel, first wiped Wei Qiao's face, then wiped her hands, and then sorted out Wei Qiao's somewhat messy clothes.

Wei Qiao reached out and pinched Xiangling's smooth and greasy little face, and said with a smile: "What did you do wrong?" ”

The little girl's little head shook wildly, bypassing Wei Qiao's hand, and then hurriedly grabbed it, with a small face, and stared at her big eyes angrily.

Wei Qiao smiled, reached out and rubbed her little head, sat down on Wan'er's small bench, and said arrogantly while reaching out to clean up the mess: "Young master, I will let you go together with one to two today." ”

Wan'er put down the towel, glared at Xiangling, who was still pinching her face and rubbing her head for the young master, and pulled her to sit down.

Xiangling's little face was flattened immediately by Wan'er's glare, and she sat down honestly, and when Wan'er Weiqiao cleaned up the chess game, her little hand immediately grabbed a white chess piece and fell down with a 'snap'.

Wei Qiao just took out the sunspot, and suddenly a chestnut hit Xiangling's head, and hummed: "There are no rules and no distance." With that, he threw the white piece back and replaced it with a black piece.

Xiangling hugged her little head, and her little mouth was high.

Wan'er pursed her lips and smiled, and white fell behind.

Wei Qiao didn't see Xiangling's aggrieved look, and the black chess fell down.

Wan'er turned her head to look at Xiangling, who secretly glanced at the indifferent Wei Qiao, snorted, and turned her little head outside.

Wan'er looked at the young master with a smile, and her fair-skinned little hand pinched the chess pieces and fell.

Wei Qiao pinched the black chess, glanced at the little hand and quietly stretched out to Bai Weng Xiangling, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Wan'er, sister-in-law hasn't come back in the past few days?" ”

Wan'er looked up at Wei Qiao and said with a light smile: "Madame was at home on the day of the Buddha's discussion, but she hurriedly went out at night, as if our seized shop had been unsealed." ”

Wei Qiao pinched the chess piece and said 'oh' and nodded thoughtfully. As soon as the chess pieces fell, I saw Xiangling's small hand secretly reaching out to the chessboard.

Wei Qiao's smile flashed, and he said angrily: "Can you see the chessboard on your back?" ”

Xiangling immediately turned her head when she heard this, grinned at Wei Qiao, and the white chess pieces fell with a 'snap', and then made a grimace at Wan'er, holding the white urn in her arms, and lowered her little head to look like she was ready to play chess seriously.

Wei Qiao glared at her, and the black chess pieces fell quickly.

Xiangling's fair-skinned little hands pinched the chess pieces and turned around on the chessboard, pursing her small mouth, her eyes flashing, hesitating.

Wan'er also pinched a chess piece, and just said in the air on a grid, "Here?" ”

"No, no, no" Xiangling immediately pushed Wan'er's hand over, and the little hands began to gesture one by one.

"Here?" Wan'er said again.

"No, no, no"

"And here?"

"It's not right either"

Wei Qiao watched the two white little hands chasing back and forth on the chessboard, leaning against the door frame with a smile, looking up at the door, thinking about how to deal with her sister-in-law's interrogation when she came back.