Yun Qiao heard what he said and felt that she was trapped here with him.
He is willing to draw the earth as a prison to imprison himself.
After the meal, he washed his hands and drank tea, looking relaxed.
Yun Qiao was anxious.
"I need to meet Changning and Jingxin." Yun Qiao said, "I need to know what the outside world is saying right now; I also need to ask Uncle Qian, Caobang and Yanmen about the situation; and Jiang Yanjin's sister...
"
Xi Lanting took out the chess set.
The two of them had played against each other last time. In order to please him, Yun Qiao deliberately lost to him, making him throw away his sleeves in anger.
He took it out again.
While playing chess, he spoke: "The assassination of a senior official of the military government was carried out by revolutionaries. The press and the people unanimously applauded, and ridiculed the military government for its incompetence. The governor was very angry about this.
Your two maids are serving tea and water in the fourth room and have not gone out. The Cao Gang intends to attack Yanmen and spread the news that Feiyan was shot to death. Over at Yanmen, there is chaos during this period, so let them fight it themselves.
.”
Yun Qiao: "You know everything."
Xi Lanting had already laid out the chess pieces and started the game: "Knowing about trivial things doesn't count as ability."
"Where's Yan Yu?"
"Do you have any doubts about your medical skills? That girl is very lucky. With you to save her, she will naturally be alive and kicking." Xi Lanting said, "It's your turn to play chess..."
Yun Qiao: "If I win, I will go and see Yan Yu."
"Okay." Xi Lanting lowered his eyes to look at the chess pieces, his dark eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and he couldn't explain his emotions.
Yun Qiao then played chess with him seriously.
His chess skills were very good last time, and he improved again this time. Yun Qiao deliberately showed weaknesses several times, but he saw through them all.
This game of chess is so intractable that even though time has passed, the outcome cannot be determined.
When no one could defeat anyone, Xi Lanting suddenly pushed down his own back and took the initiative to admit defeat: "You win."
Yun Qiao was slightly stunned: "No?"
"It counts as a draw. If I draw with my opponent, it counts as a loss for me." Xi Lanting said boldly.
Yun Qiao saw that he was frivolous and suspected that Feng Daneng had used his tongue.
But thinking about it again, Xi Lanting has made such progress in such a short period of time, which is already remarkable.
Therefore, if Yun Qiao draws with him, Yun Qiao actually loses.
If you lose, you have to admit it.
Yun Qiao didn't go out that day.
In the afternoon, she finally couldn't sleep anymore and sat indoors with Xi Lanting reading a book.
The sunlight is just right, streaming in from the long window, filling the room with brilliance.
She read an English novel collected by Xi Lanting, and Xi Lanting himself read his manuscripts.
There is a crystal bowl placed on the window sill. It should have contained a bowl of cold grapes and placed it on the coffee table in midsummer. But at this moment, the bowl is filled with water and full of white gardenias.
The abundant flowers are clustered together, vying to spread their fragrance into the room with the wind.
Yun Qiao was smelling the fragrance of the flowers and accidentally raised her eyes to see Xi Lanting's profile, and her heart felt unexpectedly sweet.
It seemed like this day was something she had been looking forward to for a long time.
At dusk, the evening light poured in from the window, dyeing the courtyard a bright golden red.
Xi Lanting stood up and stretched.
He suddenly said to Yun Qiao: "Let's go out to have fun, drink and play cards."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Didn’t you say you were pretending to be sick and didn’t go out?
Xi Lanting walked to the window sill, twisted a gardenia out of the crystal bowl, and entered the room.
After a while, he changed his clothes and came out.
He approached Yun Qiao, took her hand, and tied a red rope around her snow wrist.
At the other end of the red rope is a fragrant gardenia flower.
It was fragrant and sweet, and Yun Qiao stared at him, lost in thought for a moment.
Xi Lanting lowered his head and poked her eyebrows with his finger, which was cold and biting.
His voice was bright and sweet: "You covet your seventh uncle's beauty again, silly boy."