Yu Qing also knew that he couldn't change anything by doing this, but he just wanted to tell Yu Wenyuan in another way, what's wrong with the servant? You just have a better background than me!
After many rounds of back-and-forth, Yu Qing raised his eyebrows and suddenly slowly dropped a piece, finally adjusting the chess game to the state he wanted. He waited and waited to see what Yu Wenyuan would do.
Yu Wenyuan was always slow to play. After staring at the chess game for a while this time, anxiety gradually appeared in his eyes, his face was full of uneasiness, and a chess piece he was twisting couldn't be dropped.
After waiting for a long time, it was still there, so slowly that the two people in the study couldn't stand it any longer.
Wen Xin slowly lowered her head and said nothing. Even if she didn't look over, just by looking at the reactions of both players, she could clearly see that Yu Wenyuan was having a very difficult time. He must have hit a big hurdle this time.
She doesn't understand. The chess game has reached this point. Does she really think she has any hope of winning? Why doesn't she give up?
In her opinion, losing to Yu Qing is nothing, after all, it is that possible existence.
Xiaohong turned around and left, leaving the study, wanting to see what was going on.
She brought tea to the pavilion again, and found that Yu Wenyuan had not drank the tea from beginning to end, but she still changed it for him and Wen Kui.
Yu Qing still had no share. A servant was a servant, so there was no reason to drink tea on an equal footing with his master.
Putting down her work, she began to take a closer look at what was going on in the chess game. As she watched, Xiaohong gradually understood why Mr. Yuwen had difficulty making moves.
The chess game has fallen into a stalemate, with both sides hanging on by a thread. It feels like no matter which side takes the wrong direction, the whole game will be lost. Both sides have reached the critical moment of victory or defeat.
How could this happen? Xiaohong was surprised. This was the first time she saw such a chess game. At first she thought Mr. Yuwen had lost, but it turned out that there was no tie.
Only then did she realize that she had underestimated Mr. Yuwen.
After watching for a while, he fell into the same state as Wen Kui, because subconsciously he was on the side of Yu Wenyuan who was indecisive, and they were all on Yu Wenyuan's side, wondering where to make the next move.
If you don't think about it, then forget about it. Once you think about it, your thoughts are immediately pulled into the chess game. You are trembling with fear, feeling the crisis at every step, and don't know where to go.
Only when you fall into it do you realize how difficult the choice before you is. If you go in the wrong direction, you will lose everything, but if you go in the right direction, you will become a winner.
Victory or defeat is almost on a thin line. This kind of choice is really life-threatening. How to choose?
No matter how difficult it is, we still have to continue. Yu Wenyuan dropped a piece and began to fight for the situation.
Yu Qing followed up with a slap.
After the two went back and forth, Yu Wenyuan fell into difficulty again.
Xiao Hong, who was watching, stared closely at the chessboard, clenching his fists subconsciously, and found that the chess game had come back in another situation. Some positions that Mr. Yuwen finally opened were intertwined again under the pressure of Aqing step by step.
It has become another game where "win or lose is decided by a thin line."
It was this life-threatening choice again. Yu Wenyuan was sweating on his forehead, his eyes were full of anxiety, and his face was full of uneasiness.
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the other party. Opposite him was a servant. If he lost, it would be a disgrace.
He has always been burdened with invisible pressure.
The point is, he still has hope of winning, so how can he be willing to give up?
He raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat, took a deep breath, put in all his efforts again, and immersed himself in the battle between life and death.
The move...
After going back and forth for several more rounds, Xiaohong's scalp became numb, her eyes widened, and her breathing became short.
She discovered that Mr. Yuwen was fighting for the situation again, and came back again, and once again presented the choice of "win or lose on a thin line" in another situation.
As a bystander, she was almost stunned.
Repeated life and death choices followed one after another, and it seemed that she, a bystander, would be exhausted, let alone Yu Wenyuan himself.
Yu Wenyuan's breathing was heavy and rapid, his eyes were red, and he was staring at the chessboard. His face was red and white, and beads of sweat were falling on his chin. The chess piece he was twisting was difficult to fall, and his hand was trembling.
I don’t know if it’s due to fatigue caused by hanging for too long.
He only felt like he was leading an army to charge into battle at this time. After countless battles and desperate efforts, he was exhausted. However, the lives of so many people under his command were counting on him. On one hand, victory was in sight, and on the other hand, he was still waiting for victory.
If something goes wrong and the situation is doomed, what can he do? He must not work hard and force himself...
Huh! Wen Kui suddenly raised his head and exhaled a long breath. He was so suffocated by the chess game that he almost held his breath. Fortunately, he was not a player in the game and had distracting thoughts in his mind, so he got rid of it in time.
Suddenly he was startled again, realized something was wrong, and glanced at Yu Qing coldly.
At first, I thought that Yu Qing was letting Yu Wenyuan have his way by not killing Yu Wenyuan, but now I realized that this was not the case at all. He should have deliberately spared Yu Wenyuan from killing him.
The one or two decisions where "win or lose is right on the line" can be said to be a coincidence, but these three times in a row, how can it still be a coincidence?
Looking at Yu Qing's reaction again, he was really bored waiting for the opponent's move. He was playing with the chess pieces in his hands, occasionally looking at his feet under the table, occasionally straightening his clothes, occasionally touching his mustache, and occasionally tilting his head.
Look at the flowers and plants in the yard, and follow them closely if other servants pass by.
In short, there are more small actions.
Wen Kui confirmed that the two sides in the game were not on a thin line between victory and defeat. On the surface, it looked like this, but in reality, it was a one-sided crushing of strength.
Just because he understood it, he was suddenly frightened. The ability of a person who could successively set up such a decision-making situation between victory and defeat was simply terrifying. This was the first time he had seen such an evil person with such ability.
Who is this person?
Besides, this is not playing chess, this is clearly killing one's heart!
He stared at Yu Qing, he really didn't know what to say. Please cheer up, you don't have to kill people, right?
He quite doubted that this guy wanted to show off his superb skills so that he could receive a reward, right?
Apart from this reason, he couldn't figure out why this guy of unknown origin would do this.
Looking at Yu Wenyuan's situation again, Wen Kui was almost shocked, but he didn't expect that Yu Wenyuan had turned into that ghostly appearance.
He clearly realized that he could no longer worry about it. It was not impossible to hold back the discomfort even when he was trapped in a chess game. If Yu Wenyuan continued to be trapped in the game, he would have to vomit blood. This was not impossible.
He immediately and decisively decided to intervene, which was not what a gentleman would do. Interference interrupted the chess game.
He suddenly took action, grabbed Yu Wenyuan's trembling hand that was twisting the chess piece, and said in a deep voice: "Master, don't play again."
Yu Qing looked stunned, a little speechless. Don't you know that he was silent while watching the chess? Isn't this a spoiler?
Although Yu Wenyuan, whose eyes were bloodshot, had raised his head to look at Wen Kui, the confusion on his face had not disappeared. He was obviously still in the chess game, breathing heavily: "I haven't lost, it's not over yet, I'm still
Didn't lose."
Xiao Hong, who woke up next to him, was already stunned. He stared at Yu Wenyuan's ghostly appearance, his bloodshot eyes, his breath was rapid and uneven, his pale face was flushed, his head was sweating profusely, and his clothes were covered with sweat.
It was soaked and clinging to my body.
She was really a little frightened. She wasn't that scared when she came here before, but why did she become like this in the blink of an eye? And she didn't notice it at all.
Seeing Yu Wenyuan's startled look, Wen Kui became more and more afraid to let it go. He stood up, squeezed Yu Wenyuan's hand hard, shook it, and said sternly: "Sir, it's almost noon, and I want to entertain you.
Are you going to let us, an elderly clan leader, wait for your meal?"
Hearing this, Yu Wenyuanfang felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. His eyes regained clarity full of exhaustion in an instant. He turned his head and looked at the scene outside the pavilion, and was astonished: "It's noon so soon?" It seems that he did not expect this game of chess.
The whole morning has passed before it even ended.
He looked back at the chessboard.
Wen Kui didn't want him to fall into it again, so he dragged him away from the chess game, "Don't play any more. This game is a tie. Master, I'm waiting for you. Come on!" He extended his hand to invite him.
Peace? Yu Qing was speechless again, but he had no right to speak in this situation. Wen Kui said it was peace, and he had to admit that he lost.
Yu Wenyuan, who was still a little distraught, cried out. When he stepped down the steps, he suddenly stepped on a halfway step and missed the step. With a pop, he staggered and fell to his knees.
"Yeah!" Xiao Hong exclaimed, hurriedly ran out, and together with Wen Kui who was in a hurry, he helped the person up with his left and right hands.
Yu Wenyuan said from side to side: "It's okay, it's okay."
Xiaohong had already hurriedly bent down to help him pat the hem of his gown clean.
In the study, Wen Xin in front of the window finally saw her fiancé clearly. She didn't expect that he would look like this for the first time, and he just happened to be kneeling towards her.
She was also stunned and speechless. She lost her shyness and nervousness when she peeked at her fiancé for the first time. Instead, her eyes fell on Yu Qing who followed him out of the pavilion. She saw Yu Qing hiding behind a few people and could not be found for a moment.
Looks like a place to help.
She didn't understand. It was just a chess game. How could Yu Wenyuan play like this?
Wen Kui helped Yu Wenyuan and took him away quickly. He regretted that he should not let Yu Qing play chess with Yu Wenyuan. He did not expect that it would end up like this. The key was that Yu Qing asked him for help.
The opinions are what he means.
The clan leader Wen Miao wanted Yu Wenyuan to leave a good impression on Wen Xin and put her mind at ease. Wen Kui didn't expect that it would backfire. He just hoped that Wen Xin would not see Yu Wenyuan in such a mess.
appearance.
"Okay, you go back."
When they reached the moon gate across the wall, Wen Kui turned around and told Xiao Hong and Yu Qing not to send them off any more.
When leaving, Wen Kui glanced at Yu Qing meaningfully.
After receiving this look, Yu Qing froze on the spot.
After the incident, he also regretted it and reflected, is this chess ability something that a servant can possess? Knowing that he was impulsive, he couldn't help but think of the words of several senior brothers who opposed him becoming the leader, but they didn't seem to say anything.
Wrong, young people are impulsive and uncertain.
Xiaohong picked up her skirt and ran back because she saw Wenxin walking toward the pavilion.