V3.C75

If there's a little bit that hasn't been achieved, it's not the best. She has been looking for so many years, and now she only treasures some of them. She is reluctant to drink them. The Qing imperial concubine is more cunning than the emperor!

Looking at Xiao Yu's heartache, Qingfeng knew that she knew what she wanted and said with a smile: "how, heartache? I'm willing to accept defeat. "

Xiao Yuxing eyes round stare, what willing to gamble admit defeat ah, dare feeling, this is dig a pit let her jump, right, Qingfeng only said that the loser to agree to each other a small request, also did not say that this is a bet, let alone the bet is the best June, if early know, she would not accompany her to play this game of chess! But now it's too late to say anything. No matter how unwilling he is, Xiao Yu can only helplessly return: "after going back, let someone take it."

It's hard to see Xiao Yu's shriveled appearance. He has been standing outside the pavilion and watching their chess playing Mingjian's mouth slightly raise. Xiao Yu is really playing Qingfeng's way. When he arrived here, he didn't see the emperor. Xiao Yu could only accompany the empress to enjoy the scenery and offer tea. At that time, he only saw Qingfeng holding the tea cup, which must have been in his mind. However, to get good tea from Xiao Yu, he really needs to work hard, which he deeply understands.

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

The low and slightly light male voice suddenly rang out. Except for Mingjian, the two people in the pavilion were all stunned. Xiao Yu was the first to recover. He got up calmly and didn't feel flustered. He bowed to Yan Hongtian and bowed to one side. He took a new white porcelain teacup and made a cup for Yan Hongtian in June. Then he squatted down and put the black and white pieces into the chess circle.

Xiao Yu's white fingers are busy on the calendar, and Qingfeng finally comes back from her trance. It's not because of Yan Hongtian's arrival, but because she sees Yan Hongtian behind her Mingze. Isn't he a palace guard? Why did he follow Yan Hongtian and come to another hospital?

"Aifei looks good." Take a sip of the bright brown and red tea soup in your hand, and the overbearing aroma comes to you. He has always loved Artemisia ordosica. I didn't expect that the taste of June is so special. No wonder she likes it. Quiet light, water is full-bodied, aggressive temperament is so similar to her.

Qingfeng gathered the doubts in her eyes. When she raised her head again, she only left a faint smile: "thank the emperor for letting my concubine keep quiet for such a long time." Looking at Yan Hongtian sitting on the opposite side, Qingfeng picked up a black spot and played with it at his fingertips, "does the emperor really want to play chess with my concubine? If one loses, one thing should be allowed. "

"Why not?"

After that, Yan Hongtian also holds a white son, waiting for the green maple to fall.

As the king of a country, Yan Hongtian doesn't particularly like playing chess, but he has been instructed by a famous teacher since childhood. Apart from Lou Xiyan, he has never lost. Of course, Qingfeng is not to mention that her chess skills are famous all over the world at the end of Qing Dynasty. How can she be weak when she competes with her younger sister all the time? At the beginning, they were careless. The more they went on, the more they marveled at the wonderful chess skills of the other side. They were both proud of each other. They were willing to give up. The chess game became more and more wonderful.

Two people concentrate on playing chess, Xiao Yu is waiting on one side, Mingze quietly retreats to the pavilion. Mingjian wanted to go there, but after seeing Mingze's colder black face, he decided to wait for him to get angry. After all, the emperor is here, and Mingze has such a bad temper. Mingjian sighed in his heart. This elder brother is really hard to be. Mingjian was all for his sake, but he couldn't get a good one in the end.

Whether it's chess or martial arts competition, as long as you have the heart of fighting, you will always tell the difference. Finally, the sunspot has nowhere to play. Xiao Yu calculated carefully, then looked at Qingfeng and said with a smile: "the empress lost a son."

Unexpectedly, Yan Hongtian's chess skill is so high. Qingfeng is a little depressed, but he asks, "what does the emperor want to do with my concubine?"

What do you want her to do? Looking at her growing stomach, Yan Hongtian is funny. What else can she do now? Glancing at the beautiful scenery of early winter outside the pavilion, he said casually, "just draw a picture for me."

Drawing? Qingfeng thought about it and said with a smile, "OK."

Ruyi sets up her painting tools, while Xiao Yu is polishing her ink. She has long heard of Qingfeng's unique painting and calligraphy. Later, she saw her hunting pictures in the emperor's study. At that time, she was frightened and excited. It's a pity that she never got the chance to see Qingfeng painting in person. Today, she will never miss the chance.

Yan Hongtian didn't go to see what Qingfeng painted. Instead, he lay down on a reclining chair beside him and closed his eyes. Recently, he was really tired. The celebration was not easy to be successfully completed, but the news of Pirates rampant on the East China Sea border came out again. Qiongyue only faces the sea in the East, and the sea area is not wide. For many years, the coast has been very calm. Therefore, the navy of Qiongyue has always been weak, and now the pirates have frequently landed Min is a headache to him.

"It's done."

So fast? It's only half an hour. Yan Hongtian opened his eyes and saw that Qingfeng put the brush into the brush wash, and his smile was quite proud. Xiao Yu, who was standing beside her, wanted to smile or not. Yan Hongtian was a bit curious and got up and walked over.

Looking at the painting on the stone table, Yan Hongtian's face turned black immediately. She painted He?On the plain white drawing paper, there is only a reclining chair. He just lies on it, which is different from her magnificent and meticulous painting style in the past. The whole painting is simple and pale, but in the painting, his eyes are slightly closed, his brows are slightly wrinkled, and his body is covered with Tired, really lose the king's wind. Yan Hongtian's sullen heart suddenly tightened. Was he so tired just now? Is he really so careless, or is she so careful?

His sword eyebrows are tight and his black eyes are dark. I don't know what he thinks, but I'm not happy. Qingfeng took the painting to prevent Yan Hongtian from tearing it. He still said with an unforgiving smile, "the Emperor didn't say," draw me a picture. "My concubine drew one for you."

Qingfeng's provocative smile breaks the light condensation of Yan Hongtian's body. Yan Hongtian raises his eyebrows slightly. Is it his? He forgot her cunning when he didn't fight for many days.

"Another round?"

When her hand was empty, Yan Hongtian had taken back the small piece of paper in her hand and folded it into her sleeve. The green maple doesn't matter of withdraw hand, neat of shake head, "don't descend. If you know you can't do it, you shouldn't try to be brave. " Just now, she had tried her best, but she was still defeated, and then she was at a loss.

"So, you know that." Deep as if just a casual words, green maple heart for no reason to shake for a while, what does this mean? Looking closely at Yan Hongtian's face, he is still that enigmatic face. Is this a reminder or a casual remark? Can't guess for the moment, green maple thought, pretending to be relaxed smile answer: "always try to know if it is within one's power."

"Is it?" Yan Hongtian laughed, as if quite satisfied with her answer, but without waiting for her answer, she took the lead out of the pavilion. Qingfeng is frozen in place. He Did you find anything? He took her to this other hospital again What for?

With countless doubts in mind, Yan Hongtian didn't eat a few mouthfuls of Qingfeng for dinner. After dinner, it was dark. They walked along the winding path for a long time before they came to a wooden house, which was bigger than what Qingfeng had seen before. It was still simple to build with solid wood. As soon as Qingfeng entered the yard, he was immediately robbed of all his mind by the large area of Merlin in front of the wooden house.

It's early winter, plum blossom is not open, dark night, only see tall and upright branches of the wild growth, already put down the wind proud posture.

"It's a pity that the plum blossom hasn't opened yet." Haoyue is a small country, and the climate is warm. Occasionally in the cold winter of a year, you can only see three or two plum trees with a few flowers in low spirits. There is no wind of frost and snow. How can you not be disappointed. In front of this plum forest is very different, even if it has not yet blossomed, the vigorous and strong plum branches seem to have been telling that it is eagerly waiting for the arrival of a snow storm. Take a deep breath, just imagine a piece of white hot red, maple feel heartbeat.

Qingfeng's eyes on Meilin are so hot that Yan Hongtian, who is already numb to Mei, can't help but look at Meilin. Under the moonlight, Meilin is just a dark place. The shadow of the trees and branches crisscross, which is a bit desolate and beautiful. It's also a different style. The night breeze rose, and she didn't plan to enter the house at all. Yan Hongtian didn't urge her either, but said faintly: "it will always open."

"Yes, it's a pity that I've missed them this year." It's time for her to give birth.

The disappointed and lonely words seemed that she had missed the most precious thing in the world. Yan Hongtian was just a plum grove. "If you really like it, I will allow you to enjoy the flowers again next year."

Next year? Flowers are similar year by year, but people are different year by year. Who knows what will happen next year? Who will be standing here next year listening to the wind and enjoying the snow? However, Yan Hongtian will not understand. If he has too much, he will not feel what is precious. Is this another kind of tragedy?

Yan Hongtian naturally didn't know that Qingfeng was criticizing him in his heart. He looked at Meilin in a good mood, which he was tired of.

"How does the emperor feel today?"

Can't eat all night, finally want to say? Yan Hongtian didn't move his face. "It's not bad. Do you have something to say to me?"

Green maple finally turned around, the night wind blowing her clothes, Yan Hongtian frown, her stomach has been so big, how the body is still so thin? "I don't know if I should say it or not." Green maple some inexplicable, just now also full of smile, how just a moment and cold a face?