Nanqianyue's pupils suddenly dilated; what profound inner strength!
Upon hearing the sound, the eldest prince of Xiqiu looked down and saw a chessboard. He had played terribly, but it didn't matter; being able to get close to the beauty was enough.
It's a pity I didn't get to touch it.
"Prince Anzheng is skilled in chess and possesses great inner strength," said the eldest prince of Xiqiu, clasping his hands in a perfunctory manner.
As he left, his burning gaze fell upon Nanqianyue, "Poet Immortal, what talent!"
Nanqianyue silently turned her face toward Qin Yi, making the words "I don't want to talk to you" perfectly clear.
Old Master Xu and Mr. Mo exchanged a glance, both seeing embarrassment in each other's eyes.
They were old, but not senile; they naturally understood the thoughts of the First Prince of Xiqiu.
Not only them, but the students observing in the garden also cast hostile glances at the Crown Prince of Xiqiu.
He was a prince, yet he dared to openly "seduce" the poet.
"Ahem." Old Master Xu coughed to ease the awkwardness, then looked at the students in the garden school. "Next, who's next?"
Nanqianyue also looked into the garden, her gaze meeting Xiao Chen's directly. Her eyes darted up and down, signaling to him with her eyes: Come quickly!
The two elderly people were clearly waiting for Xiao Chen; once he arrived, the meeting would probably be over.
Xiao Chen received her signal, smiled indulgently, and walked over.
Qin Yi glanced at the excited Nanqian Yue and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
"Very good, very good! I have long heard that Prince Xiao is skilled in both literature and martial arts, and his chess skills are among the best in Nanjing. It is truly a great honor to witness Prince Xiao's chess style today." Old Master Xu smiled from ear to ear, seemingly praising Xiao Chen, but in reality, he had full confidence in Prince Anzheng's chess skills.
Mr. Mo stroked his beard and said, “Prince Anzheng’s chess skills are evident to all, and I deeply admire them.”
That's a huge exaggeration. The two players who played against Qin Yi before him haven't even been able to reveal his true skill level.
Both old men were praising each other, but in their hearts they firmly believed that their side would win.
Xiao Chen sat down, and Nan Qianyue straightened the stool, saying excitedly, "I'll help you put away the chess pieces."
She deftly put the black and white chess pieces back into the chess box, then placed the black pieces on Qin Yi's side and the white pieces on Xiao Chen's side.
At this moment, a servant brought tea, three cups of tea on a tray.
As the moon rose over the south, the servant beckoned to her, and immediately brought her tea.
She first picked up a cup and placed it next to Qin Yi, then picked up another cup and placed it next to Xiao Chen.
The servant was startled and quickly picked up the last cup and placed it in front of Nanqianyue.
"Let's begin!" Nan Qianyue's gaze darted between Qin Yi and Xiao Chen.
Xu Zhimo, standing under the peach tree, nodded repeatedly. This was the scene he wanted to see!
I was wondering what was wrong earlier; it turns out the person wasn't sitting in the right seat.
"Why are you all standing there like that?" Nan Qianyue turned her head left and right.
Are they just staring at each other without making a move?
"The book says that if you look into each other's eyes for a long time, you will fall in love with each other," Nan Qianyue said softly.
Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, his smiling eyes looking at Nan Qianyue, "Why don't we let the Poet Immortal make the first move?"
That statement... has a catch.
But no one spoke up to refute it.
They only told her to make the first move, but didn't say who she would help make it for.
In this dynasty, there was no rule about who went first in chess, either black or white; it was up to anyone to go first.
Nan Qianyue glanced at Xiao Chen disdainfully, "I won't go down."
"It's nothing, just a chess piece. You can play it however you like, wherever you want." Xiao Chen's eyes were smiling, his words carrying a hidden meaning.
The fourth prince and the fifth princess, who were among the onlookers, exchanged glances once again.
—Guess whether she'll help the Imperial Uncle or Crown Prince Xiao, the bet is one hundred taels.
—Let's bet! I'll bet on... Prince Xiao!
—Ha, they're siding with outsiders, I'll bet on the Imperial Uncle!
Nanqian Yue Dao glanced at Xiao Chen, then looked ahead and pointed with his index finger, "Soldiers and generals, big soldiers and generals, small soldiers and generals, whoever I point to is my good soldier and general!"
Finally, the index finger stopped on Qin Yi.
Qin Yi glanced at her fingers, a slight smile playing on his lips.
This is the will of Heaven.
As the moon rose from its brow, it picked up a black piece, staring at the board, hesitant and undecided.
I've heard that playing Go involves things like... gold edges and silver corners?
Then place it on the side!
Nanqianyue gave herself a thumbs up for her wisdom, and with a forced smile, placed the black piece next to Xiao Chen.
Everyone: "..." What a strange way to do it.
The Fifth Princess, however, had no interest in the chess game. She stretched out her hand to the Fourth Prince and said, "Give it to me!"
The fourth prince's face fell. "I don't have any on me. I'll give it to you when we get back!"
Nanqian Yuechao Xiao Chen raised his chin and said, "It's your turn."
Xiao Chen felt like he had shot himself in the foot, and for a moment he even had the illusion that Nan Nan was helping Qin Yi fight against him.
He picked up a white piece and, mimicking the movement of the Southern Moon, placed it on the edge in front of Qin Yi.
Everyone gasped in astonishment; they couldn't understand the mind of a master.
Nan Qianyue looked at the chessboard with great interest, wondering who was better at chess, Qin Yi or Xiao Chen.
Although I don't quite understand it, I can still pretend to do it.
Qin Yi picked up a black piece and placed it around the white pieces, with Xiao Chen following closely behind.
Both players made their moves very quickly, making it difficult for spectators to follow their thought process.
Nanqianyue's eyes darted around, and within fifteen minutes, she felt dizzy.
This is so boring.
Nanqianyue stretched lazily, picked up her teacup and took a small sip, her thoughts wandering far away.
When the painter Xu Zhimo saw the poet's lazy appearance, he was bursting with inspiration.
Yes! That's exactly it!
Time passed second by second, and the two chess players remained seated, their faces calm.
Some of the spectators were massaging their shoulders, while others were rubbing their backs.
Meanwhile, the southward migration month had already begun to doze off.
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