Xia Qingtong watched his movements, and had no doubt that if he really messed up the chessboard, he would be able to review it back.

I'm not quite sure what Ming Yue meant just now. In fact, she also knew in her heart that compared to the original body, many of her behaviors and behaviors were not like the original body.

If Ming Yue or the Xia family really wanted to investigate her changes during this time, she really couldn't hide it.

Thinking that she might be dealt with by these ancients as demons, her heart suddenly became a little calm.

Half an hour passed, and she looked at Ming Yue, who had already killed herself beyond the power to parry, and her expression was quite wrong.

"Not convinced?"

Xia Qingtong: ......

Can you be convinced?

If he didn't scare her, she wouldn't be distracted, and if she didn't lose her mind, she wouldn't lose.

"If that's the case, let's do another game."

"Come on, come on." Who's afraid of whom?

This time, it was still her first. Xia Qingtong has already done his best. Unexpectedly, after more than half of the start, she was still suppressed by Ming Yue.

She is not stupid, she quickly reacted, the opponent's chess skills are above her,

With offense as defense, Xia Qingtong, who was full of attack as soon as he came up, tried his best, but failed to win against Ming Yue.

"The Six Princes are good at chess. I'm ashamed of myself. ”

Ming Yue put down the chess pieces: "My teacher is a former national player, and he is invincible in Dongzhao." There's no shame in you losing to me. ”

Xia Qingtong: ......

"But I'm curious about one thing." Ming Yue got up, propped his hands on the chessboard, and stared at Xia Qingtong's eyes: "Xia San's extraordinary chess skills are absolutely impossible for Mrs. Chen. I don't know, who is your teacher? ”

Xia Qingtong couldn't answer this, she pulled the corners of her mouth very embarrassed, as if she hadn't heard it.

Ming Yue walked around the chessboard and walked over to her and stood still. The long figure gave her a great sense of oppression at this time.

"Miss Xia San, you had a very bad reputation in the Hou Mansion before. Impulsive, irritable, unlearned. I couldn't even write a thousand words. Mrs. Chen was so angry with you that she wanted to quit the museum several times. ”

Xia Qingtong: ......

She doesn't have the memory of the original owner, so the original owner was so strong?

"So-" Ming Yue raised his hand and gently pinched Xia Qingtong's jaw: "Miss Xia San, where can you learn this good chess skill?" Where is it, practicing this good hand? ”

Xia Qingtong looked at Ming Yue's other hand, and he didn't know where to take out a few pieces of paper. She knew it well.

It's the notes she takes when she's bored. She has always liked to take notes when she reads books.

For women in this era, a micro-costume is a hairpin. But Xia Qingtong's words are not. Her grandfather used to ask her to practice calligraphy.

Later, she fell in love with the thin gold body and thought that the word was so beautiful. Her characters were all thin gold fonts later, and she practiced thin gold fonts for nearly ten years in modern times, and only occasionally wrote books.

After she came, because there were many things, she never went to look for the words written by her original body before.

In addition, the original body has always been unlearned and unskilled in the eyes of everyone. So no one cares what she writes like.

But she didn't expect that the notes she put in her small study, which were relatively well hidden, would fall into Ming Yue's hands.

"Miss Xia San, don't tell me, this character was also taught by Mrs. Chen."

Mrs. Chen became famous in the capital back then, because she wrote well with a hairpin.

Ming Yue looked at her little face that was starting to turn a little pale, and her fingertips were slightly forced: "So, Miss Xia San, who are you?" ”