Chapter 317

If you don't achieve one point, you can't be regarded as the best. She has been looking for so many years, but now she has only collected some of them. She is reluctant to drink them. The concubine is more unruly than the emperor!

Looking at Xiaoyu's heartache, Qingfeng knew that she knew what she wanted, and smiled: "how, heartache? I wish I could lose. "

Xiao Yuxing's eyes are round and staring. What would you like to lose? I dare to dig a hole for her to jump. Qingfeng only said that the loser should promise the other party a small request. He didn't say that it was a bet, let alone that the bet was the best June. If she had known earlier, she would not accompany her to play this game of chess! But now it's too late to say anything. In his heart, Xiao Yu finally can only helplessly reply: "after going back, my mother will let people take it."

It's rare to see Xiaoyu eat shriveled. Standing outside the pavilion, they watch mingjianzujiaoweiyang playing chess. Xiaoyu is indeed the way of Qingfeng. When I arrived here, I didn't see the emperor. Xiao Yu could only accompany the empress to enjoy the tea. At that time, I only saw Qingfeng holding the tea cup. I think it was already in my mind. However, to get a good tea from Xiao Yu, he really needs to work hard, which he knows deeply.

"It turns out that winning a game of chess can make a request. I'll try it, too."

The low and slightly light male voice suddenly sounded. Except for the Ming recommendation, the two people in the pavilion were stunned. Xiao Yu was the first one to return to his mind. He stood up calmly without panic. He bowed to Yan Hongtian, retreated to one side, took a new white porcelain tea cup, made a cup for Yan Hongtian for six months, and then squatted down to put the black and white pieces into the chess match.

Xiao Yu's white fingers are busy on the date plate, and Qingfeng finally returns to her mind from trance. It's not because of Yan Hongtian's coming, but because she saw it behind Yan Hongtian Ming Ze. Isn't he the palace guard? Why did Yan Hongtian come to another hospital?

"Princess Aifei looks good." He took a sip of the brown and red clear tea soup in his hand, and the smell of bullying came on him. He always loved Artemisia annua. He could not imagine that the taste of June was so special. No wonder she liked it. It is similar to her that she is quiet, light and full of water.

Qingfeng held back the doubts in his eyes. When he raised his head again, he only left a faint smile: "thank you, the emperor, for keeping my concubine" quiet "for such a long time." See Yan Hongtian has sat down on the opposite side, Qingfeng pinches a black boy and plays at his fingertips, "the emperor really wants to play chess with his concubine? If anyone loses, he or she will allow one thing to happen to the other. "

"Why not?"

After talking, Yan Hongtian holds up a white son and waits for the green maple to fall.

As the king of a country, Yan Hongtian is not particularly fond of playing chess, but he has been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child. Apart from Lou Xiyan, he has never lost. Of course, it's not necessary to say that Qingfeng is famous for her chess skills at the end of Qing Dynasty. How can she be weak when she competes with her younger sister all day long? At the beginning, they were careless. Later, they marveled at the excellent chess skills of each other. Both of them were proud people. They were willing to let the score go. The chess game was more and more wonderful.

Two people concentrate on playing chess, Xiao Yu is waiting by, Mingze quietly retreats outside the pavilion. Mingjian wanted to go, but after seeing Mingze's colder black face than before, he decided to wait for him to get rid of his anger and go to him. After all, the emperor is still here, and Mingze has such a bad temper. Mingjian sighs in his heart. It's really bad for this brother. Mingming thinks about him wholeheartedly, but he can't get a good one at last.

Whether playing chess or fighting, as long as there is the heart of the fight, there will always be a difference. Finally, there is no place for the black man. Xiao Yu calculated carefully, then looked at Qingfeng and said with a smile, "my mother lost a son."

Unexpectedly, Yan Hongtian's chess skill is so high. Qingfeng is a little frustrated, but he is still very happy to ask, "what does the emperor want to do with his concubines?"

What do you want her to do? Yan Hongtian is funny after seeing her growing stomach. What else can she do now? I glanced at the beautiful scenery of early winter outside the pavilion and said casually, "draw me a picture."

Painting? Qingfeng thought about it and smiled, "OK."

Ruyi arranges the painting tools and Xiao Yu grinds the ink. She has long heard that Qingfeng's painting and calligraphy are both excellent. Later, she saw the hunting map she drew in the imperial study. At that time, she was frightened and excited. It's a pity that Qingfeng has never been able to draw by herself. She will never miss the chance today.

Yan Hongtian didn't go to see what Qingfeng drew. Instead, he lay down in a reclining chair beside him to keep his eyes closed. He was really tired recently. The celebration was not completed successfully. The news of pirates' rampage came from the East China Sea border. The dome only faces the sea in the East, and the sea area is not wide. For many years, the coast has been very calm, so the water army of the dome has always been weak. Today, pirates are frequently harassing the shore Min, he has a headache.

"It's done."

So fast? It's only half an hour. Yan Hongtian opened his eyes and saw that Qingfeng put his brush aside in the brush wash, and his smile was quite satisfied. Xiao Yu, who was standing beside her, looked like she wanted to laugh or not. Yan Hongtian was intrigued and walked away.

After a look at the picture on the stone table, Yan Hongtian's face turned black immediately. She even drew Him?

On the plain white paper, he just sketched a reclining chair. He lay on it like that. Unlike the magnificent and fine style of her landscape painting, the whole painting is simple to pale, while his eyes are slightly closed, his brows are slightly wrinkled, and his body is covered Weariness is the wind of losing the king. Yan Hongtian's sullen heart suddenly tightened. Did he just cover up his fatigue so much? Is he really so careless, or is she so careful?

His eyebrows are wrinkled and his black eyes are dark. Although he doesn't know what he thinks, he must be in a bad mood. Qingfeng took the painting to avoid Yan Hongtian's unhappiness and tore it directly. He still said with a smile: "the Emperor didn't say," draw me a picture. "My concubine has drawn a picture for you."

Qingfeng's provocative teasing broke Yan Hongtian's slight condensation. Yan Hongtian raised his eyebrows slightly. Was it his? He forgot her cunning after many days without fighting.

"Another round?"

When her hands were empty, Yan Hongtian had taken back the small paper in her hands and folded it into her sleeves. Qingfeng doesn't care to take back his hand and shake his head cleanly. If you know what you can't do, you shouldn't try to be brave. " Just now she has done her best, but she is still defeated.

"Well, you know that." Deep as if it was just a casual word, Qingfeng's heart shakes for no reason, what does this mean? Looking at Yan Hongtian's face, he is still that mysterious face. Is this a reminder or a casual remark? Unable to guess for the time being, Qingfeng thought about it and pretended to smile and answer with ease: "always try before you know if you can do what you can."

"Is it?" Yan Hongtian ha ha laughed, as if satisfied with her answer, but also did not wait for her answer, the first out of the pavilion. Qingfeng is frozen in place. He Did you find anything? He took her to this other hospital and What for?

There are countless questions in my heart. Qingfeng didn't take a few bites for dinner. Yan Hongtian's appetite is very good. After dinner, the sky has darkened. They walked on the winding path for a long time before they came to a wooden house. This wooden house is bigger than those before Qingfeng. The solid wood construction is still simple. As soon as Qingfeng entered the yard, he was immediately taken away by the large plum forest in front of the wooden house.

In the early winter, the plum blossom has not yet opened. In the dark night, only the tall and upright branches are growing wildly, and they have already set their posture of facing the wind and proud snow.

"It's a pity that the plum blossom hasn't opened yet." The bright moon is originally a small country, and the climate is also warm. Occasionally, in the cold winter of a year, only three or two plum trees can be seen with a few flowers of low interest. There is no wind of bullying frost and proud snow. How can we not be disappointed. At present, this plum forest is quite different. Even though it hasn't blossomed, the vigorous and strong plum branches seem to be telling that it is eagerly waiting for the arrival of a snow. Take a deep breath, just imagine a piece of white under the hot red, green maple felt the heart rate accelerated.

Green maple's eyes were so hot that he couldn't help looking at Yan Hongtian, who had been numb for a long time. The plum forest under the moon was just a dark one. The shadow of the trees and the branches were interlaced, which was a bit of desolate beauty. It's not a style. The night wind rose. Seeing that she had no intention of entering the room, Yan Hongtian did not urge her, but said lightly, "it will always open."

"Yeah, but I'm not with them this year." It's time for her to give birth.

The disappointed and lonely words seemed to miss some of the most precious things in the world. Yan Hongtian smiled, but it was only a plum forest. "If you really like it, I'll let you enjoy it again next year when the flowers bloom."

Next year? The flowers are similar year by year, but the people are different year by year. Who knows what will happen next year? Who will stand here next year to listen to the wind and enjoy the snow? But Yan Hongtian can't understand. If he has too much, he can't feel what is precious. Isn't that another kind of tragedy?

Yan Hongtian naturally didn't know that Qingfeng was criticizing him in his heart. He was in a good mood and looked at this piece of plum forest that he had already seen.

"How is the Emperor today?"

Can't eat all night, do you want to say it at last? Yan Hongtian did not move his face. "Not bad. What can I do for you?"

Qingfeng finally turned around, her clothes were flying in the night wind, Yan Hongtian frowned, her stomach was so big, how could she still be so thin? "I don't know if I should say it or not." Green maple some inexplicable, just also full of smile, how just a moment and cold face?