Zhongqing had doubts, but she didn't know where these doubts came from. She thought that maybe she was lucky enough to escape.
"Come on, we are all playing together, why are you bringing up the past? The young marshal's wife is our friend."
"Yes, yes, Yu Wen, hurry up and tell me the rules of your game. How do you play it?"
"Okay, everyone, listen up -" Yu Wen came up with a long list of words, and after finishing them, he said: "The losing group of men and women are going to do something."
Zhong Qing was actually a little absent-minded. She would turn her head sideways from time to time to take a look at Yi Jian in the distance.
She found that his eyes seemed to have never looked at her before, and she felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart. She pursed her lips and simply started playing with this group of people.
Qin Ye seemed to be a master at playing this game and had never lost. Zhong Qing gradually became interested in playing and diverted his attention.
In fact, she is also forcing herself not to think about it, and to focus all her attention on the game in front of her, so that she will not be irritable.
Naturally, with such constant hints to herself and the shift of attention, she actually forgot about Yi Jian and Yang Ting for a while.
But Yi Jian was different. Sitting there, although she and Yang Ting were talking all the time, she would raise her head and glance at Zhong Qing from time to time.
She smiled and seemed very happy.
They didn't know what they were playing. They guessed attentively for a while, clapped happily for a while, turned their heads to look at Qin Ye for a while, and then the two of them whispered something. Then, they turned their heads and Qin Ye slowly
He spoke slowly, Zhong Qing looked at the people in the circle happily.
"Jian... did you hear what I said?" Yang Ting looked at the man in front of her who was distracted for the tenth time and asked softly.
Yi Jian quickly turned around and said casually: "Huh?"
"Jane, you're a little absent-minded. Why don't you talk to me when you find your mind?" Yang Ting asked thoughtfully.
Yi Jian shook his head, abruptly moved his eyes away from Zhong Qing's smiling face, looked at Yang Ting, and said lightly: "No, continue."
Yang Ting nodded and followed Yi Jian, unfolding word by word.
Yi Jian forced herself to calm down and not let that woman take away her soul.