Chapter 51 The gray sky, wind and snow are coming, and everything is ready.
After placing the black piece on the chessboard, Wen Ying propped up her chin and looked at Yan Jing in boredom. She said with no desire to live: "Do we have to play chess? I don't know how to play chess."
"Miss, when you first introduced yourself to me, you said you were proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting." Yan Jing didn't look at Wen Ying's expression. He looked around the chessboard and made a move lightly.
Isn't it because I thought you were out of touch with the world and made such boasts just to please you?
"You believe what I just said casually? If I had known, I would have said that I was the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens who came down to earth just to save you." Wen Ying glanced at the position of Yan Jing's piece and casually placed her black piece next to it.
"I believe everything you said. If you are the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens, then I have no choice but to seek the immortals and ask for advice in order to become a match for you." While speaking, Yan Jing placed the white piece in a not-so-delicate place without any pause.
Why does Yan Jing always involve us in ambiguous topics no matter what we talk about?
Wen Ying's heart skipped a beat and she lowered her head to look at the chessboard.
The chess pieces made of mutton-fat white jade showed a warm texture under the soft light, but the placement was extremely bad, which could be said to have fed the pieces to the enemy's mouth.
Although Wen Ying didn't know how to play Go, she knew Yan Jing was letting her win on purpose, and she said indignantly, "If you let her win again, this game will never be finished."
"Don't you want to eat?" Yan Jing pretended to take the white piece back.
"...Eat!" Wen Ying gently patted the back of his outstretched hand, placed the chess piece as Yan Jing wished, and then took out one by one the chess pieces that Yan Jing had discarded in order to make the beauty smile.
She took the white piece in his hand and felt the bulging touch in her palm. She felt that it was a good thing that Yan Jing was just a son of an aristocratic family. If he was born in the royal family, I'm afraid the farce of "playing tricks on the princes by lighting beacons" would be repeated.
"Wait a little longer, the time is not right yet." Yan Jing comforted Wen Ying softly and fed her another child.
He knew what Wen Ying really wanted.
Wen Ying's eyelids twitched slightly, and she took the piece: "I know. But playing chess is too boring. Have you ever seen 'Martial Champion Embroidery'?"
"Not yet. So far, I have only seen the martial arts champion play chess. Will I have the honor to see him again someday?" Yan Jing answered fluently, his black eyes filled with smiles.
Except for the embroiderers, most women only embroider for their relatives or loved ones.
Wen Ying raised her hand to her forehead, trying to calm her pounding heart by blocking her sight.
Damn it, how can I be dominated by him all the time?
She made up her mind, put down her hand that was covering her face, looked up with a smile, and said playfully: "Master Yan wants so much, what can you give in return?"
Hearing this, Yan Jingluo paused and seemed to really start thinking.
As he lowered his eyes, the white jade chess piece rolled and jumped back and forth between his fingers, and finally returned to its original position. Yan Jing raised his eyelids and smiled: "Miss, was the [Prayer Dance] that I saw before good?"
It is said that Chu Yang once danced in front of believers.
The golden Nuo mask with fluttering gauze instantly appeared in front of Wen Ying's eyes, and the scene like a banished immortal descending to the world made her feel a little distracted.
The cold and lonely frost seems inviolable, the more we want to pull it into the mortal world.
Wait, no, don't be fooled by beauty, this is not a tangible reward.
Wen Ying hardened her heart and was about to refuse, but she heard Yan Jing say, "It's just for outsiders to see, so it's naturally not in your eyes."
"What you want to present to Miss is naturally yours alone."
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Wen Ying swallowed her saliva and asked quietly, "What kind of dance?"
Took the bait.
"It's a return gift to the young lady, so naturally it's up to the young lady to decide." Yan Jing's voice was light, but every word was audible.
"Anything is fine?" Wen Ying couldn't help but ask.
"Anything is fine." Yan Jing nodded.
As soon as these words came out, countless images flashed through Wen Ying's mind, from that stunning face, to that strong waist, to the slender legs that were often covered by a long robe...
She covered her face, and after a long time her palm slowly slid down, and she said seriously: "What kind of embroidery does Lord Yan want? If there are patterns I know, I will embroider them for you today; if there are patterns I don't know, I will start learning now."
What is the meaning of being dominated by him or not being dominated by him? Forget it, she wants to watch the dance of the exiled immortal today.
Yan Jing laughed in silence, looking at the girl's expectant eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by someone loudly: "Yan Jing!"
The two of them turned their heads and looked at Gao Lerong who was coming towards the door aggressively.
Yan Jing restrained his smile and said calmly, "What's the matter, Miss Gao?"
Gao Lerong threw all the etiquette out of her mind at this moment. She didn't even bother to knock on the door and quickly walked up to Yan Jing. She slapped the table between them, completely breaking up the situation: "You lied to me?!"
Yan Jing glanced at the chessboard with some regret. He was just about to quietly let Wen Ying win the game, and he was halfway through his deployment. Unfortunately, he failed at the last moment.
He sighed quietly, raised his eyes to look at the furious Gao Lerong, and said politely and distantly: "Miss Gao, I have never lied to you, please don't believe other people's one-sided words."
"Still quibbling? Do you really think I don't know? This letter was not written by my father at all. You really went to great lengths to imprison me here." Gao Lerong threw the letter on the chessboard and asked with a frown, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"Why do you say that, Miss Gao?" Yan Jing remained calm and unmoved, "This letter was indeed handed to me by General Gao himself."
"I checked. You haven't been to the Tianlao in recent days. How did you get my father's letter?" Gao Lerong said gritting her teeth.
"How do you know for sure that General Gao is in the prison?" Yan Jing raised his eyes slightly. "You have been to the prison to visit him, right? Did you see General Gao?"
Indeed, Gao Lerong once tried to bribe the jailer to let her go in to see her father, but the jailer always refused.
Finally, a jailer couldn't bear it anymore and told her that Gao Xuan was not in the Heavenly Prison, but in the dungeon of the Dali Temple. The emperor had ordered that no one was allowed to visit him.
He just wanted to trick Yan Jing, but it didn't work.
But it doesn’t matter, she still has a backup plan that Yan Jing can’t verify.
Gao Lerong snorted coldly and said confidently, "The ink used on the letter paper is Huizhou ink, right? My father will feel uncomfortable when he smells musk and his whole body will break out in rashes. How are you going to get him to write this letter?"
Oh? Finally, I have some cleverness. Although as far as he knows, Gao Xuan does not have such symptoms, such small details have always been impossible to verify, and therefore impossible to refute.
However, as long as Yan Jing refuses to admit it, it will be of no use even if Gao Lerong throws irrefutable evidence in front of him.
But he had no intention of hiding it.
Yan Jing's eyes flickered as he gently stroked the outline of the ring on his thumb. He paused for a moment before sighing softly, "...Miss Gao, please don't waste your father's good intentions."
Hearing this, Gao Lerong was stunned. Her originally extremely inflated aura seemed to be pierced by a needle and disappeared in an instant.
What does this sentence mean?
Yan Jing stopped there and no longer paid attention to Gao Lerong's emotions. He stretched out his hand to Wen Ying and said gently, "Miss Liu, do you want to have some cakes? I asked the kitchen to make some snacks that you like."
Wen Ying nodded gently, placed her hand in the man's palm, stood up and followed him out of the room, leaving Gao Lerong standing there alone.
Was this letter a well-intentioned letter from my father? Why?
To make himself think that he was fine and that he didn't need to worry?
There is only one situation in which this needs to be done, and that is if he is not well now.
The worst case scenario is that you may be on the verge of life and death.
For a moment, all the blood in the body rushed into the brain, and Gao Lerong turned pale in an instant, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
After walking dozens of steps, Wen Ying suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the frozen girl, slowly lowered her eyelids, retracted her gaze, and continued walking forward.
"It's not too late to regret now, Miss." Yan Jing looked at Wen Ying, his voice soft.
"Regret?" Wen Ying raised her eyes and looked forward, "I never regret it."
A tall and thin young man was walking towards them from a distance. He had an expressionless face and his mouth corners were turned down, but his temperament was as gentle as a spring breeze.
He stood in front of Yan Jing, bowed and whispered: "Sir, she escaped."
After hearing Huang Ben's message, Yan Jing did not respond. She just looked up at the weather, then turned her eyes to look at Wen Ying beside her: "Miss, it's going to snow. Do you want to put on more clothes?"
Seems to be expected.
Wen Ying then looked up at the sky. It was gray, as if dust had covered the entire capital city.
"Yeah. Bring me another umbrella."
When the snowstorm comes, be prepared for everything.
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Outside the Dali Temple.
The woman felt a gust of cold wind blowing past, leaving a layer of frost on her skin, which made her shiver. She couldn't help but pull her clothes together, covering the red dress she hadn't had time to change into.
Did those idiots really think that the iron door and chains could keep her here? After waiting for more than a month, she finally found a time when they were lax, unlocked the handcuffs and escaped.
However, time was running out and she had no time to change her clothes. She only found her whip in the side room and went to the Dali Temple to inquire about the situation first.
She would never allow anyone to hinder His Highness's ambitions.
Hongsuo stood behind the tree trunk, leaning forward slightly to look at the solemn and dignified gate of the Dali Temple.
She had only been standing here for half an hour and had already seen two groups of patrolling troops. It seemed that the news that an important person was being held here was true.
The affairs of the Suzaku Cult have been exposed. To His Highness, she has become an incompetent sinner and a useless abandoned child.
But as long as she did it well this time, she could atone for her sins, return to His Highness, and continue to serve him.
Her strength lies in frontal assaults; assassination is not her forte, but she has no choice now.
Even though time is tight now, she must hit the target with one strike and not be careless.
Hongsuo slowly hid himself in the shadows and made a plan in his mind.
First, familiarize yourself with the layout of the Dali Temple dungeon, find out Gao Xuan's location, and then find out their guard changeover time.
This time, Gao Xuan must die.
She wants to take the traitor's head and regain His Highness' trust.
The woman's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.
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