He leisurely picked up the tea beside his hand, smelled the fragrance, and then said as calmly as the breeze: "Since you are sent here by His Majesty, what are you good at?"
The two maids were stunned for a moment, then recalled His Majesty's instructions before leaving. Zhulan lowered her head and responded, "Sisters are good at martial arts."
It turns out that they are sisters. Since they are willing to tell the truth, they have been confessed by someone. Are they being monitored in disguise? There is a mocking arc on the lips, and then stand up, elegantly stroking the water gauze sleeves, eyes sweeping with a little interest.
With these two sisters, it seems that life in the future will not be boring.
After night falls, everything is silent. In the palace, there is only the sound of chess being played softly, and the sandalwood scent lingering on the side of the body gradually closes to the tips of the hair.
She slept too much during the day, and when she came to sleep at night, she would place pieces on the chessboard when she had nothing to do. In the memory of her previous life, she had never been exposed to this thing. Her grandmother was a dramatist and was good at various operas. Her grandfather seemed to be in
He died before he was born, so most of his impressions come from photos. My father's company was founded by my grandfather from scratch. Now all the men in the family are dead, and the three remaining women have also died because of his death.
One person is missing, haha——, one regards himself as a broom star, a madman who is busy with work, how can he take himself seriously, if he dies, he will die.
He shook his head gently, trying to get rid of these deep-rooted memories. When he opened his eyes, he found that his hand holding the chess piece had been stuck in the air for a while. He dropped a white piece and picked up a black piece.
, his thoughts flew back to the time when Yu Weishan Mansion was playing chess with his master.
"Master, are you really over a hundred years old?" Looking at the white-haired and white-bearded old man sitting across from the chessboard, Feng Ning rolled up her sleeves and asked. In her impression, such a long-lived person is really a real person.
Rare, no, he should be the first person in his past life and this life.
"Haha——." The old man Xuanying put down his white child and said, "Does Feng Ning think that being a teacher doesn't look like someone who is over a hundred years old?"
Feng Ning shook her head and stared at the chess game for a long time, "Playing chess is really a brainless thing. Just know how to do it. Why do you need to be good at it?"
"Haha——." The old man Xuanying laughed and raised his hand to stroke his snow-white beard, "You smart lazy girl, there is a lot of knowledge in this chess game. As long as you take it seriously, you will definitely get inspiration from it.
Comprehension.”
You know what you haven't figured out yet, how angry that interesting old man will be? He half-closed his eyes, looking at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard in confusion, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.
"My beloved, are you thinking of me?" A slightly tired voice suddenly sounded. He looked sideways, but he didn't look tired. Instead, he had a calm posture and an evil face, as if he was in the right mood at this time.
Visit the garden with a good mood.
He gave Feng Ning the first chance to take a serious look. He had already taken off the imperial crown, tied up his hair with a bright silver tie, and wore a loose black robe with a gold edge. His narrow red eyes were deep and mysterious, full of elusiveness.
The uncertain cold light made people feel that he must be planning something. His slightly smiling lips were filled with interest, which made Feng Ning realize that he was born to be in a dominant position.
The beautiful outline is like the miraculous work of God. If you add one point, it is too much, and if you take one point off, it is not enough. However, although he is smiling gracefully at this time, the aura of a king who is born with him is overflowing with cold intimidation, which makes