Xu is his father who failed too much, and he didn't understand his daughter's movements.

"Writing." Uncle Mo Ze said.

"Really?" Feng's father and mother stared at Feng Yan's hand for a long time.

……

For Mao, they still didn't see anything?!

"Now I'm painting again." With this, Uncle Mo Ze said again.

"Huh?" Feng Father and Feng Mother glared.

……

All right.

Let's just think that Yan'er is actually painting now.

"I'm writing again." As long as Feng Yan's pen changes slightly, Uncle Mo Ze's explanation will suddenly sound.

"Hmm." Seal the father and seal the mother's jaw.

Let's just write again.

……

I don't know how long it has been since this repeatedly......

Just when Feng's father and mother seemed to grasp the mystery, Uncle Mo Ze exhaled softly, "It's done." ”

"Alright." As soon as Uncle Mo Ze's words fell, Feng Yan raised his hand and finished it in a chic manner.

Hearing this, Feng's father and mother looked back at Uncle Mo Ze in horror.

Tell the truth......

They wondered more than once if this kid was a lie!

Now it seems......

He really understands what Yu'er is doing!

"What's wrong?" Uncle Tai Mo turned his eyes and looked at the second elder beside him in confusion.

"It's fine." Feng's father and mother hurriedly shook their heads, and immediately turned their heads to look at Feng Yan's side.

When the literati on the stage heard Feng Xiang's voice, they couldn't wait to walk to Feng Xiang's side.

In fact, when they started to write, they seemed to come to watch.

But the integrity in their bones still made them can't help it.

Seeing this, Lin Yingzhu also ran over busily.

When she saw the work on the bookcase, a pair of good-looking slender phoenix eyes were stunned by her and turned into round apricot eyes, "You...... What the hell are you! ”

"Guess." Feng Yan raised his eyebrows, and then reached out to put his work on the display shelf on the side.

"Painting?" Following Feng Yan, the literati and scholars gathered around all thought with deep faces.

"Seems to be." Someone bowed his head, "It looks like an ink lotus pond." ”

"No, no, no." One shook his head, "It should be a word." ”

"I look like words." Another said, "Look at this ......," and the man pointed to an ink blot on the rice paper, "Is it an old word?" ”

"I think so." Someone replied.

"And this." Then I saw another person pointing to one place, and said excitedly: "It doesn't look like a child's word." ”

"Hmm. In this way, the ink lotus in the upper right of the painting is also a children's character. ”

"And the lotus leaf in the lower left corner, doesn't it look like a test word?"

……

In this way, it was supposed to be the time to appreciate the work, but it was turned into a charade by these people.

Even Lin Yingzhu, as well as the onlookers under the stage, didn't know when, they actually walked up and joined this charade game on their own.

Feng Yan looked at it for a moment, raised his eyebrows, hooked his lips and smiled, and quietly withdrew.

Then he strolled to a chessboard table on the right side of the stage, and reached out and grabbed a black chess piece from the chessboard next to it.

According to this situation, those people will not be able to rest for most of the day.

In this regard, it is better to take advantage of this gap to dig the next pit.

"Yu'er." Just when Feng Yan placed the chess pieces one by one, Uncle Mo Ze quietly walked over.

"Coming?" Feng Yan turned his head to look at the man beside him.

"Hmm." Uncle Mo Ze stared at the chessboard in front of him and nodded, "This is a review?" ”

The blacks on the chessboard look very familiar.

"That's right." Feng Yan smiled and said, "It was the afternoon before yesterday that we played the last game of chess. ”

"Oh?" Uncle Mo Ze raised his eyebrows, "The game you lost?" ”

Hearing this, Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "Yes, the game I lost." ”

"Why do you want to repeat that game of chess?" Uncle Mo Ze reached out and touched the back of Feng Yan's head, and asked gently.

"Put a trap on Lin Yingzhu." Feng Yan was arranging the chess pieces while talking slyly.

"It's not that simple, is it?" Uncle Mo Ze looked at the chessboard, changed his hand and grabbed a pure white chess piece from another chess piece, and with his memory, he helped Feng Yu review and said: "In the end, although this king won narrowly, it also became a dead game. ”

"Use the dead end to set her ......," Uncle Mo Ze glanced at Feng Yan, "This is not like your style." ”

"Who said it was a dead end?" With this, Feng Yan stopped the movements in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Uncle Mo Ze, and said proudly.

"Oh?" Uncle Mo Ze narrowed his eyes, and his face suddenly showed great interest.

"Ben is really looking back. But ......" After dropping the last sunspot, Feng Yan threw the remaining chess pieces in his hand into the chess piece containing the sunspot, then clapped his hands, and said in a loud voice, "It's not a restored recovery." ”

"What's that?" Uncle Mo Ze continued to place the chess pieces in his hand.

Black is recovering and white, but white is just beginning.

"The resurrection of the resurrection." Feng Yan grinned at Uncle Mo Ze, and reached out to touch the chessboard on the table, "In the past two days, I can't help but remember this chess game when I am free. I also reviewed it many times in my mind, just like when I was painting just now, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly I found ...... In this chess game, Bai Zi is not out of nowhere in the end. ”

"Really?" Hearing this, Uncle Mo Ze unconsciously accelerated the speed of his subordinates.

After a while......

A game with almost no empty spaces in sight was restored on the board.

"How?" After the last son, Uncle Mo Ze excitedly handed over the white son in his hand to Feng Xiang.

"Guess." Feng Yan squinted and smiled, so he said mysteriously.

"Can't guess." Uncle Mo Ze shook his head straightly.

This game of chess, because he won, after that day, Yu'er did not review and explain to him.

"Think about it slowly." Feng Yan raised his hand and patted Uncle Mo Ze's shoulder, "Tell it now, I won't have fun in a while." ”

"You ......" suddenly remembered something, Uncle Mo Ze raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a little surprise: "Could it be that you want Lin Yingzhu to be alive?" ”

"No, no, no......" Feng Yu stopped, and then pointed to those who were addicted to charades, "It's to let them live." ”

"Are you sure they're going to buy your account?" Uncle Mo Ze said.

This chess game, anyway, from his point of view, is not possible at all.

Moreover, his chess skills, looking at the entire Xuantian, there are actually very few people who can really play against him and beat him.

Now present, in addition to Yan'er, the one with superb chess skills is Lin Yingzhu, who is better than all the contestants.

But Lin Yingzhu's chess skills ...... It's not that he's proud, he really doesn't even have half of his ability!

Not to mention the others.

"It doesn't matter if they buy it or not." Feng Yan shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "As long as you buy my account." ”

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