Chapter 292

Kong Changhui and Shi Zhongfei looked at each other. They were all headache by Xie Jiming's hard nature. They turned to Bingwen and looked forward to him saying something.

Seeing Xie Jiming's standard official voice, Bing Wen was also worried that he would be unhappy in early summer. Then he defended him: "Lord Xie has always been like this. Don't take it to heart."

At the beginning of summer, he was not angry. Instead, he turned his face with a smile and quickly blinked his right eye at Bingwen.

That angle is a cunning color that only Bingwen can see.

Before Bingwen could react, he saw that he had turned his head in early summer and said to Xie Jiming, "listen to Bingwen, you always love playing chess, but if I had a game with you?"

Kong Changhui and Shi Zhongfei were stunned. They looked at Bingwen again, as if to ask how the little Marquis's chess skill was?

Bingwen also has a dull face.

Well, he doesn't know

However, since it was put forward in early summer, it should not be bad.

"If you're not as good as him, forget it." Xie Jiming pointed to Bingwen, but said it impolitely.

After Xie Jiming finished, the remaining three people all hissed and took a breath. They wanted to cover his mouth. Why do you have to open your mouth for a good person

At the beginning of summer, he didn't think so. He turned back and ordered Jiaoshi to get the chess board, and then walked to the pavilion.

Shi Zhongfei quickly asked him to sit down. Kong Changhui quickly made him a cup of tea. At the beginning of summer, he sat down and said, "Bingwen and I haven't played, but I played a game with his highness King mo."

The three of them jumped with green veins on their foreheads. Isn't that Xiao Guoqi's first chess player? Didn't the little Marquis lose miserably when playing chess with him?

Xie Jiming naturally thought the same as them, so he blurted out: "the little Marquis has commendable courage. How can he win his Highness the king of ink."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the speech. Xie Jiming was already very considerate. At least he didn't make a direct mockery and said that you were looking for abuse.

At the beginning of summer, they nodded. Seeing that he tacitly understood Ji Ming's words, they took it for granted. It's not humiliating to lose to his highness King mo.

However, at the beginning of summer, he said, "it's just peace."

The four nodded and naturally answered, "well, it's just peace."

Xie Jiming didn't react until he finished the reconciliation. What's the matter? And?

After Xie Jiming reacted, he thought about it and asked, "how many sons did your highness King Mo let?"

After he asked this, the remaining three people will react. What he said at the beginning of summer was a peace, not a loss. Listening to Ji Ming's question, he also looked at the beginning of summer. If he can make a peace with his highness King Mo, he can estimate his chess strength after being let a few times.

After sipping tea at the beginning of summer, I opened my lips and smiled faintly: "I didn't let you."

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The word "not let" made all four of them 'buzzing' in their brains. When the other three looked at the beginning of summer, they all felt that he was holding him up.

Bingwen didn't think that he was asked to play chess at the beginning of summer. Instead, he thought that his highness King Mo intended to play chess, but at the beginning of summer, he didn't know that he really thought he was making peace with him.

After all, people with advanced chess skills can really make chess leak free.

In a word, although Bingwen and their ideas are different, the four people do not believe that their chess power in early summer can be equal to that of Xiao mubai.

Kong Changhui and Shi Zhongfei are worried about how to do well. Xie Jiming's temperament must be impossible to play chess. If the young marquis is is beaten in the face in this pavilion, how can they face the young marquis in the future.

At this time, they only hope that Jiaoshi can be smart. When they come back, they say that the chessboard can't be found, but what they are waiting for is Jiaoshi's butt, holding the most precious jade plate in Mingxiang garden

All three sighed, and Xie Jiming's face was not very good-looking.

He thought he should be merciful if he had taken care of himself at the beginning of summer.

I didn't think that he actually spoke nonsense. Now he made up his mind and seriously killed him.

Jiao Shi arranged the chessboard and politely pushed the sunspot to Ji Ming at the beginning of summer.

Xie Jiming took his seat and impolitely picked up the sunspot. He fell behind the small eye on the upper right and said, "since you are so big, I will be merciless."

At the beginning of summer, he smiled when he heard the speech, picked up a white son and fell on the lower left star, and casually asked, "how many sons do you want to lose?"

Xie Jiming's hand was stiff, and when he looked up again, he looked unhappy: "Shizi, Weichen makes you perfect."

At the beginning of summer, he dropped a white son and nodded in agreement: "the moral is good, then ten sons."

Jie Jiming's anger knot. Instead of fighting for words, he collected his mind and concentrated on playing chess.

The remaining three people listened to the words of early summer and were careful that their liver was jumping wildly.

I never played chess with Xie Jiming at the beginning of summer. It's too arrogant to say this. Is it young

Among the three, Kong Changhui has the worst chess ability, but even if he has the worst chess ability, he knows that the chess player has to make a slow layout.

Therefore, seeing the rapid fall in early summer, he never thought about it and couldn't help sighing.

Bingwen and Shi Zhongfei were not optimistic about the beginning of summer at first, but with the time of a cup of tea, the beginning of summer went down faster and faster, but Xie Jiming went down slower and slower. A face was wrinkled with wrinkles, which was unbearable.

I don't know whether Ji Ming's luck is good or bad. He has a dream of playing chess in early summer.

I just want to burst my veins on the other party's forehead, and the beads of sweat like soybeans come out on my head one by one. Those bullied by him are crying or laughing, or scratching their ears and cheeks, sighing and complaining.

When he met Xiao Yanjun in his last life, he was naturally reluctant to give up.

I met Xiao mubai in my life, and he couldn't give up.

It happened that Jie Jiming became his favorite opponent.

Therefore, I took a sip of tea at the beginning of summer and finally experienced it once. I was as calm and calm as Bai Ruofei, and quietly appreciated each other's depressed appearance.

When he had played enough, the chess game naturally entered the end of the game.

The three bystanders looked at the advantages of Baizi enclosure and knew that Xie Jiming's sunspot was gone.

All they care about is the next few.

It is true that you are better than him to win the chess game, but if you win a few, you will win a few.

It's not that you're better than him. The gap between the two is even more blurred.

At the beginning of summer, the last Baizi falls and the chess game ends.

The victory or defeat was clear at a glance. All three of them gathered together. Xie Jiming counted his children with his own hands.

When the voice of "ten sons" fell, the four people looked at the beginning of summer in shock, and a voice came from a distance: "I said how did you go for such a long time, so you left it to bully people."

At the beginning of summer, there was a handsome man standing in the moonlight, with a spoiled smile on his mouth. It was not his Xiao mubai.