When Murong Zhao arrived at the other courtyard, Yang Qiqi was playing chess in the banquet room.

Her chess skills have never been fine, Pei Xin once targeted her chess skills, saying that she is still a simple-minded person who is not good at layout. Therefore, whenever Yang Qiqi has the opportunity, he looks at the chess game against the chess game.

However, Yang Qiqi felt that she was probably born with a lack of heart, so she couldn't be proficient in this kind of chess that had requirements for the city government and scheming.

Murong Zhao entered the banquet room, Yang Qiqi was looking at it with full attention, and he didn't get up to greet him, but only invited him to sit very leisurely.

Murong Zhao naturally sat opposite Yang Qiqi, picked up the white son smoothly, and landed on the chessboard. This one fell, he squinted and smiled, the arc of his smiling eyes was particularly bright and good-looking, "You lost." ”

Yang Qiqi knew that he was not good at chess, but he didn't admit that Murong Zhao would let her lose with just one piece? She was silent, and hung her head and counted the numbers back and forth with her fingers. As a result, I really lost half of my eyes.

Murong Zhao tilted his head and looked at Yang Qiqi's appearance of racking his brains, which was particularly cute and good-looking. He quipped with a smile: "It turns out that there are still things you are not good at." ”

Yang Qiqi picked up the chess piece while looking at the delicate situation, and smiled: "I'm not a perfect person, so naturally I'm not good at it." However, being turned around by you really doesn't know what to say......"

Murong Zhao smiled and said: "I am very good at playing chess, if you like it, I will teach you how to play in the future, is it okay to accompany you to practice chess every day?" ”

Yang Qiqi's heart moved slightly, but as if he hadn't heard it, he turned his head and asked Murong Zhao in confusion: "What is the matter with Your Highness looking for me?" ”

Murong Zhao didn't force her, he only smiled, and said gently: "At the end of the month, I am going to Nanliang, if you have anything to bring to Mr. Pei, leave it to me." ”

Yang Qiqi was stunned, and what he was thinking about in his head was not to bring anything to Mr. Pei at all. Instead, he blurted out Murong Zhao "why" first.

Seeing her concerning, Murong Zhao was very happy in his heart, and explained: "It's okay to be in Luoyang, and my father also wants me to go to the battlefield to experience experience." It's just that this time, in less than half a year, I can't come back. ”

Zhang Zongsi also came to the other courtyard to talk to Yang Qiqi when he left. But Yang Qiqi was extremely perfunctory at that time, and he only hoped that he would leave early, so that he would no longer be an eyesore. Now that Murong Zhao has come to say such things to her, she only feels a little reluctant. Although she knew that Emperor Yonghui was obviously throwing a big benefit to Murong Zhao, she was still a little reluctant. I will even worry that Murong Zhao will make any mistakes, Nanliang's current situation is not reliable, can Murong Zhao retreat from Nanliang safely?

Murong Zhao saw that Yang Qiqi was stunned again, coughed, and said, "I have already arranged everything in Beijing." This time, I will take Mr. Tan away, and An Liang will stay in the house. After that, if you have any letters, give them directly to An Liang and go with the military newspaper, which can be faster. Yang Qiqi nodded silently, Murong Zhao looked at her lost expression, his heart was slightly excited, and he asked Yang Qiqi with full expectation: "If you take the road in the army, bring one letter and two letters, you ...... Will you write to me too? ”

Yang Qiqi was stunned, and subconsciously asked Murong Zhao, "What should I write to you?" ”

When Murong Zhao heard her ask like this, it was obvious that there was a possibility of a letter, so he immediately sat up straight and said carefully: "It's okay to write anything!" For example, write about what you usually do, what you eat every day, and what you like to eat. What flowers have bloomed in the yard, and what flowers have you planted again. What classes are taught in the girls' school, and are those female students looking for trouble with you? The weather is getting warmer, have you added or reduced your clothes according to the cold and warm? Whether the Queen Mother recruited you into the palace or not, she told you something. Did you go to the White Horse Temple to listen to Zen Master Huijue talk about Zen? Have you gone back to the Yang family, the people of the Yang family are not honest, is the Duchess of Yuguo looking for trouble with you again. If you are not happy today, why are you happy? If it's sad, why is it sad? If you are angry, who provoked you......" Murong Zhao said so much in one go, no matter how big or small, it was almost all Yang Qiqi's business.

Zhu Xin listened on the side, sneered, and said jokingly: "Your Highness might as well send someone to follow the girl every day, write a living note for the girl, where did she go, what did she do, Gao is not happy." ”

Murong Zhao also felt that he had said so much, would Yang Qiqi feel troubled and be reluctant to write to her anymore.

But listening to Yang Qiqi, he said very seriously with the bamboo heart: "Prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for me." ”

Zhu Yi said yes, and immediately a maidservant stepped forward and took down the chessboard in front of Yang Qiqi and Murong Zhao. Yang Qiqi sat cross-legged on the couch, wearing a cyan brocade skirt, and his hair was pulled back casually, very leisurely and tranquil. Murong Zhao, who watched it, was stunned for a moment, and felt in a trance that the two had been together for a long time, and the time was quiet, leisurely and comfortable.

Zhuyi put on the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and spread it out in front of Yang Qiqi. Yang Qiqi took the pen and wrote down everything Murong Zhao said, "You said too much, I can't remember it." You say it again, I'll write it down one by one. ”

Murong Zhao laughed happily and said, "You don't have to write them down one by one, what you write, what I read." ”

Yang Qiqi smiled at Murong Zhao embarrassedly, and said, "Except for the letter with the master and senior brother, I haven't written a letter to the man next to me." The first time I wrote it, I didn't know what to write. I will write down what His Highness has said, and when I write the letter, I will look at it and know what to write! ”

Murong Zhao smiled, and a trace of indescribable sweetness welled up in his heart. After all, she treats herself differently, and she treats this word so solemnly.

Yang Qiqi didn't feel anything wrong at all, as if he was a three- or four-year-old student, he was serious about his desk, and listened to Murong Zhao as if he was writing words silently.

Murong Zhao deliberately said a lot, and while smiling, he looked at Yang Qiqi's pale face, lowered his head and wrote seriously. The handwriting was a beautiful one he had never seen before, very neat and beautiful.

One of them said, the other wrote, and wrote a large piece of rice paper back and forth. Finally, when Yang Qiqi finished writing, Murong Zhao added with a smile: "If there is really nothing to write about, and you want to write it, you can write a poem or a poem when you are in the right place." ”

Yang Qiqi raised his eyebrows and looked at him with some incomprehension.

Murong Zhao said slowly: "For example, during the Qingming Festival, you would write 'When the swallow comes, the new society is the new society, and the pear blossom is behind the Qingming Festival.'" Three or four points of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow orioles at the bottom of the leaves. The day is long and the fly is light. Qiaoxiao is a female companion in the east, and she is greeted in the mulberry picking path. It is suspected that last night's spring dream was good, and Yuan is winning today's fighting grass. Laughter is born from both faces. '1 When Duanyang, you write'Light sweat is slightly transparent, and the Dragon Boat Festival of the Ming Dynasty bathed in Fanglan. The fragrance is full of clear rivers. The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small charm hangs obliquely on the green cloud mustache. The beauties have met for a thousand years. 2When it comes to Qixi Festival, you will write, 'The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark.' As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. '3......" Murong Zhao said this, stopped hesitantly, and said with a little annoyance: "Suffer, I originally wanted to show off in front of you, but I really can't remember, what is the latter sentence?" ”

Although Yang Qiqi was slightly surprised, he said: "If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight." ”

Murong Zhao immediately smiled more gently and dotingly, and said sincerely: "Yes, if the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight." ”

Yang Qiqi suddenly realized something, and his face turned red. A little disgusted, he said, "You didn't forget at all, did you?" You know it! ”

Murong Zhao suddenly grabbed Yang Qiqi's hand, and said sincerely: "Xiao Qi, I have a lot of reluctance to leave you to go to Nanliang." But this time, I can't help but go. I just hope that you can be safe in Luoyang, and wait for me to come back, okay? ”

Yang Qiqi's fingertips were hot, he hung his head in a panic, and reminded him in a low voice: "Although the battlefield in Nanliang can be safer, you must not be careless." Yang Jing had to die, and it was Murong Shi who made a hindrance from it. I don't know how big his power is, so don't underestimate him. Don't say things like make me wait for you. You have to come back safely. ”

Murong Zhao smiled, "I will naturally come back safely!" ”

Yang Qiqi was in a trance, waiting for Murong Zhao to leave for most of the day, until the evening, looking at the plum blossom Xiaokai with a paper full of paper, he asked Zhu Yi thoughtfully: "Am I being calculated by His Highness Eleventh again?" ”

Zhu Yi smiled and said, "If the girl is unwilling, who will calculate you?" ”

Yang Qiqi was a little annoyed, and returned to the inner room sullenly. In this night's dream, Murong Zhao's figure wandered back and forth. The things of her previous life and this life swirled in her mind and messed with her heart.

When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. Yang Qiqi looked at the top of the tent, sat up suddenly, and asked Zhuzhi to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

She thought about it, but she couldn't help but write a letter to Pei Xin. In the first half of his heart, he mostly asked Pei Xin to take care of his body, and asked Pei Xin if the clothes he made for him were not suitable, and what was the condition of Nanliang. After that, with a turn of the pen, he mentioned that future letters would be written in Murong Zhao's way, so that the news would come and go faster. The last sentence was put forward seemingly out of nowhere, asking Pei Xin to ask the third senior brother how it was to go, and to take care of Murong Zhao.

After writing this letter, Yang Qiqi hesitated again. She remembered Pei Xin'er's warning to her not to have anything to do with the royal family. Such a letter, will Pei Xin see something?

1 from Yan Shu's "Breaking the Array: Spring Scene"

2 from Su Shi's "Huanxi Sha Dragon Boat Festival"

3 from Qin Guan "Queqiao Immortal"