"If you don't chase it yet, if you don't go, she'll really leave. ”

When the people around him dispersed, he walked out of the Qing Building.

He Guang Tongchen did not speak, still maintained a silent posture, and the daylight brightened up a little more, falling on him inch by inch, gilding the sky with golden light.

Huaxin deliberately walked very slowly, came to the mountain gate, looked back at the peaks and snows of Qingyin Mountain, a golden light shrouded in the mountain, and a faint figure was reflected in the thin sunlight, the person stood upright on the mountain, I don't know whether to look at her or the snow.

Suddenly, her feet were light, and she had been picked up by Shuyi and stuffed straight into the carriage.

Qu Qianzhen personally drove the car, he could see clearly, Shuyi's eyes were brewing with a chill, but when he looked at the painting, it turned into a touch of warmth.

He didn't understand why his son-in-law was indifferent, but he was deeply in love with the painting, and why the painting was married to such a world-famous person as his son-in-law, but he seemed to have changed his heart and moved his feelings.

Looking at the carriage from afar, standing with the light and dust for a long time, his eyebrows were calm, but his heart was surging.

The carriage left the mountain and entered the city, so far away that it was impossible to see, and the gentleman let out a long sigh, but saw that He Guang Tongchen suddenly chased out in the wind.

In the carriage, Shuyi took out a chessboard and asked, "The return journey is far away, is the princess interested in accompanying this king to relieve boredom in the next game?"

He smiled like a finely carved jade statue, and Huaxin knew that he actually wanted to relieve her boredom, so he couldn't bear to brush his wishes, so he complied.

It was rare for Shuyi to see that the eyebrows and eyes of the painting were docile, and he had to inch in, "There are always winners and losers in chess games, what reward and punishment does the princess think is good?"

Huaxin only felt funny, "You know that I am not good at chess, so you don't want to take the opportunity to bully me." ”

Shuyi lowered his head, his slender fingers holding a black spot and gently landing on the chessboard, his fingers were like white jade, the chess was like obsidian, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes were as delicate and beautiful as carvings.

He smiled nonchalantly, "How can this king ever bully you." ”

"What did you think about Qingcheng?" asked him with a white eyebrow.

In the eyes of the world, the emperor has no heirs, no other siblings, only a brother Shuyi, so His Royal Highness King Yi, under one person, above ten thousand, has the highest and most noble status.

Huaxin remembered that the wind and snow did not stop last night, and when the moonlight was full of court, outside the Qing Building, the Nine Heavens disciple who knelt on the ground under the pressure of Wu was probably aware that Shuyi had already moved the idea of spending the whole day.

Shuyi only looked at the chess game and didn't look at her, and replied casually, "The Baili Festival holds the lifeblood of the Poison Sect, and if this king destroys the Hundred Miles Festival, it is equivalent to destroying half of Qingcheng, and as soon as the Poison Sect disperses, it will move the foundation of Qingcheng, and Nan Muli will not dare to act rashly." ”

The heart of the painting followed with a word, "Why don't you move Nan Muli?"

"After all, this king received the favor of the Nan family in his early years, so he naturally has to keep some thin noodles. Shuyi said casually.

But he didn't believe him, "That's all?"

"Qingcheng is a three-legged trend, the Baili Festival is gone, if Nan Muli is gone, wouldn't it be a one-man honor with light and dust. The light and the dust are not things in the pool, and Nan Muli is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the king just leaves him to balance the light and the dust. ”

Shuyi had almost no expression on his face, and he vomited all the city mansions very calmly, and landed a son on the chessboard, but his eyes looked at the heart of the painting along the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, with a little scrutiny, as if he was thinking about something.

Hearing this, the painting heart couldn't help but sink in his heart, and he held the chess piece in his hand for a long moment before it fell.