readx;“ Lan Wei. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "The Demon Emperor was wearing only thin clothes and trousers, and he sat on the jade steps with his eyes open, and called softly.

In the clear spring opposite, the maid Lan Xun floated out of the water, came to the near shore, bowed slightly, and asked softly, "What does Your Highness command?"

"Just ask," his slightly long eyelashes twitched slightly, and he opened his eyes slightly, but still lowered his eyelids, "how long have I been asleep this time?"

"His Highness has been asleep for three days. Lan Xun only closed his eyes and replied, without a moment of contemplation.

"Three days......" He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking, and raised his eyes again, "What are the big things these days?"

"The slave doesn't know, it's just ......" Lan Xun's head lowered, and he stopped talking, but he still told him, "It's just that I saw His Royal Highness the Second Highness seriously injured and returned before, I don't know what happened." ”

"Know. He just bowed his head, looked at Lan Xun, and smiled faintly, "You go back, I will call you if I have something." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. The slave and maid retired. Lan Xun bowed slightly, that is, he was not as in the water.

He sat there again in silence for a moment, and then he got up, and with a sigh as if he were undetectable, he turned and went in. To his surprise, the Demon Lord, who rarely set foot in his dormitory on weekdays, was sitting in front of his desk, as if he had been waiting for some time.

"Father, I've been waiting for a long time. He came unhurriedly to the Demon Lord and bowed his head. The wound has not healed, and it is often slightly frowned.

"Yu'er, when did you wake up?" the Demon Lord's tone also surprised him slightly—he had almost never heard his father speak to anyone else in such a gentle tone, including him.

"Half an hour ago. After a pause, he raised his head and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What is it that my father is so pleased with?"

"Sit down first," the Demon Lord raised his hand to signal him to excuse himself, "Jiong has been injured before, and he hasn't healed yet, so be careful that the wound bursts." ”

"Father Xie. His tone was a little grateful when he replied, and he straightened up on his knees, and sat upright with his hands on his knees. His movements were not abrupt by the injury in the slightest, as if he did not feel pain.

Compared with the "Second Highness" in Lan Xun's mouth, that is, the master who committed the crime, Huang Ziyu is obviously much more stable. But there is always melancholy in his eyes that can't be dissolved, even if he is a little happy in his heart at the moment, he still hides the melancholy in his blue and tattooed eyes.

"I saw a kid from the Ji family today, that kid can be said to be as determined as a mountain, no matter how I tried to intimidate him, he didn't even move a piece of meat on his face. Even when I hung my hand not far from it, and made a posture of casting a magic palm, he did not lose half a point. Yu'er, you tell the truth, who are you stable?"

"This son is extraordinary, and the son is not as good. Hearing what the Demon Lord said, Yu couldn't help but remember the picture of seeing his father smash a stone weighing two thousand catties with one palm, his body trembled unnaturally, and he shook his head gently.

"My good son is so good, how can he not be stunned (meaning not confident)?" the Demon Lord was rarely witty, and teased him in a tone with the Demon dialect, "I didn't have anything else to do, but I just stopped by to take a look." The emperor is busy with himself, and I will go first. ”

The Demon Lord is gone. The prince's bedroom alone left Yuyu's eyes lowered, buried himself in deep thought, and unconsciously took the folding fan placed on the desk with both hands and played with it. His blue eyes, which were like the lines of the pond face, seemed to have a brilliant color, and when he raised his eyes, a faint chuckle returned to his face.

"Let's let me go to the meeting. ”

At the same time, Ji Lin had been taken by Ji Chuan to meet the head of the family.

The head of the family, the old man, is also a cold-hearted old man, and when he saw Ji Lin, although he didn't have any expression on his face, his eyes were full of appreciation and curiosity for this out-of-the-ordinary grandson. In the dark room, Ji Lin's performance was also seen through some secret techniques.

Qing Ming's expression is cold and indifferent, but when there are mood swings in their eyes, it is often the most real. Ji Chuan also mentioned before that Qing Ming may be able to hide his expression, but he can't change and disguise it. At that time, the old man saw all the looks in Ji Lin's eyes, and he couldn't help but have a strong interest in him.

The old man likes to make a long story short, and he asked Ji Lin to introduce his own affairs straight to the point. Ji Chuan was on the sidelines, listening to him talk about his experiences in Nancheng outside Guzhou, and he was also amazed in his heart.

"Tsk, sure enough, the hero is a young man! Walking in the rivers and lakes full of human races at a young age, the old man is also deeply admired!" Ji Lao Mingtou muttered while stroking his long beard.

"Grandpa, at that time, your grandson was not a young man, of course he dared to mix in the crowd. Ji Lin smiled dumbly.

"It's okay, the old man likes you kid!"

Unconsciously, Ji Lin, who had just woken up, seemed to have an inexplicable sense of belonging here, and many things seemed to be easy to do here. He's getting used to it quickly.

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After chatting for a while, after Ji Lin and Ji Chuan said goodbye to the old man, they were about to go back to the pavilion to pack up and go out for a walk, when they heard the attendant report that someone wanted to see them. The existence of the Great Prince Ziyu has always been a mystery, and no one knows about it except for those close to the palace. So the person who came to report did not know the identity of the guest.

"What do you want to see?" In front of outsiders, Ji Chuan still looked cold, and even his eyes were as cold as clear spring water.

The attendant's eyes wandered, he thought about it, shook his head, and raised his fists above his head: "Back to the eldest son, that son only said that he wanted to see the son of his own family, but did not specify who." ”

"Let's go down. ”

"Yes. ”

After sending the attendants away, Ji Chuan and Ji Lin looked at each other and asked in unison, "Go together?" Both of them were stunned, and they simply went to meet the guests together.

When they arrived at the hall of the meeting room, they saw a tall and thin young man standing with his back to them at the door, holding a folding fan and holding his hands behind his back. There was a place to sit, but he didn't sit down, and no one served him tea and water. But looking at the maid at the door inside, with her head down and trembling, you can guess that it should be this guest who refused.

Silent for a moment, Ji Chuan neither reproached his subordinates for their poor hospitality, nor stepped forward to entertain the guests in person with a pleasant face, but just gestured at the back of the guests—even if the guests couldn't see them—he asked softly: "What do you want?" ”

Ji Lin beside him looked at it, tried to feel it by himself, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: his cousin's hospitality is really special, it doesn't seem to be very polite and thoughtful, but it doesn't make people feel abrupt and impolite, but there will be a feeling of flattery. I don't know if this guest thinks so.

But I saw that the visitor turned around calmly, his clothes were fluttering, he held a folding fan in his right hand and patted it lightly on his left palm, a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he bowed slightly:

"I heard that the son of the Ji family is extraordinary, and he does not want to be yearning. I came here today, in order to have a game with my son. ”

He wasn't surprised that the two of them had come at once. Ji Lin looked at him, and at the same time touched Ji Chuan beside him with his elbow, and whispered: "I don't know how to play chess, it seems that I came to find your cousin." ”

Jaw, Ji Chuan politely made a gesture to Gongzi Yu: "It's a false praise, but it's just a false rumor from an idler." If you want to play, please go back to the pavilion. ”

Then he turned around and walked towards the back door. Ji Lin followed closely, and Yu also followed.

At the same time, he silently pondered in his heart: the former son of the Ji family seemed to have a very indifferent personality, although he said a lot of words, but they were all clichés of courtesy, and concise and to the point;

The one my father said should be the former. He thought.

Coming to the backyard, Ji Chuan walked to the easternmost pavilion. In the middle of the pavilion is a stone table, four stone benches, and the pavilion itself also has a place to sit. On the stone table, there is a bamboo chessboard with a square foot, and there is a bamboo chessboard in the southeast and northwest corners of the table - the southeast corner is a black piece, and the northwest corner is a white piece, and the material of the chess pieces is precious jade.

When he walked here, Ji Lin took a step back and said, "You two have fun, the little brother can just watch from the sidelines." ”

The two sons nodded to him at the same time. Then the two sides looked at each other, one made a gesture, and the other held a fan. Ji Chuan took out a white towel and wiped the chess set. Ji Lin, a spectator, jumped backwards, half-squatted on the railing of the pavilion, and sat cross-legged against the pavilion pillar.

Both sides guess first. Yu holds the white son, and Ji Chuan holds the black son. So the two sides took their seats.

Ji Chuan started first. He picked up a chess piece with his index and middle fingers, glanced at the chessboard, and without hesitation, landed the sunspot in the lower right star. Then he put his hands on his knees and sat upright, looking at Yu in the opposite seat.

Seeing that the other party was so neat, Yu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. But he had his own way: he skillfully took out a piece, his eyes wandered over the chessboard, and the raised piece paused for half a breath before falling to the opposite corner of the sunspot, the upper left star.

In the future, Ji Chuan landed every time without thinking, not seeking to encircle Yu's Baizi, but just standing in the lower right corner, steadily developing and expanding his position. Yu still hesitated step by step, entrenched in the upper left corner, and spread out unhurriedly.

Ji Lin, a spectator, watched with interest the steps of the two sides, and from time to time looked at the chessboard where more and more chess pieces had fallen - at this time the two sides had begun to fight, Yu single-handedly broke into the enemy's camp, and Ji Chuan returned the tooth - silently he took out a piece of log that was not thick or thin from the brocade bag, lifted his left sleeve, and took out a delicate carving knife from the cloth bag tied to his arm.

Yu's "ground" was ambushed everywhere, and another son provoked, and the formation of inviting you into the urn was clearly set. Ji Chuan relied on an inexplicable feeling, and his expression remained unchanged. And on Ji Chuan's unconventional territory, Yu's "long" is like a sharp sword deep into the enemy's belly, and gradually forms a situation of outflanking left and right. On the other hand, Ji Chuan was not to be outdone, jumping and flying, and Yu's trap couldn't help him for a while.

I have to say that the chess quality of the two players is really amazing: between the chess games, both sides are as stable as Taiyue, silent, and only show their swords on the chessboard. But judging from the chessboard, Gongzi Yu is a chess master, with endless assaults and ambushes, but he always has new wine in old bottles, giving Ji Chuan a surprise blow.

With Yu's frequent mentions, there are already outnumbered enemies on the chessboard. However, at this time, those who seem to be winning do not dare to be arrogant, and those who fall behind are not discouraged, both sides are very calm, and there is not a drop of sweat.

Caught off guard, Yu's trap pit was unsuccessful and Fan was surrounded and eaten. Ji Chuan's counterattack also began. The chessboard is intertwined with black and white, and there are a lot of emptiness and eyes left behind the grapes, like the hollows after encirclement and suppression. The battlefield of the black and white armies is constantly changing, only a black piece falls on the upper left, and a white son is embedded in the lower right, but there is order in chaos.

There seemed to be a black dragon and a white tiger on the chessboard, with teeth and claws, angry eyes, biting and beating each other, you don't let me, I won't let you. The black pig that had strayed into the tiger's den had turned into a big black dragon, but the tiger's claws were sharper, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The two sides seem to be stuck together. Ji Chuan's eyes were silent, but Yu had already begun to become solemn.

At this time, the viewer looked away, turned his attention to the wood in his hand, and swung the knife with full concentration......