As expected, Zheng Wanqing immediately reached out to take it, and he took the opportunity to get the stolen chess piece back. Seeing that she was getting angry, he obediently put the chess piece back into her hand and said, "Everything I own is yours."
Xie Yun watched her blatantly regretting her moves and stealing pieces, and he just smiled quietly without saying a word. His slender fingers stroked the warm chess pieces, and his eyes were full of indulgence.
"I won again!" Zheng Wanqing announced proudly, with curved eyebrows and eyes, like a successful little fox.
She naturally knew how much she had cheated, but she still playfully stuck out her tongue at Xie Yun and secretly messed up a few chess pieces with her fingertips, trying to cover up the "evidence."
Xie Yun did not expose him, but slowly gathered his sleeves. Then he leaned forward, with a meaningful smile in his eyes: "Let's play another round, but this time... how about a little bet?"
"What are you betting on?" Zheng Wanqing blinked, with a hint of curiosity in her alertness.
The corners of Xie Yun's lips curled up in a meaningful arc, and his deep eyes looked straight into Zheng Wanqing's eyes, making her heart tremble, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened her sleeves.
Sensing that there must be something fishy going on, she blurted out:
"I don't gamble anymore."
"If you lose, the night lady will come on."
The two voices rang out almost at the same time.
Zheng Wanqing's face flushed immediately after hearing this, and even her neck was stained with a thin layer of red. She stood up in a panic, and the chess pieces were scattered all over the floor by her sleeves: "You, you... hooligan!" Her voice was shy and annoyed, "I don't want to gamble, anyway...anyway, you will definitely win." The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and the last few words were almost choked in her mouth.
My chess skills were not good enough in front of him. If he hadn't let me win just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lasted even half a quarter of an hour.
Xie Yun chuckled and leaned over to pick up the scattered chess pieces slowly: "Madam, are you...scared?"
"Who's afraid?" Zheng Wanqing said stubbornly, but she had already quickly hidden in the rattan chair by the window, picked up the miscellaneous notes Zhou Lin sent and flipped through them randomly, "I, I just suddenly want to read a book..."
Xie Yun did not expose her, but just put away the chessboard and added a piece of silver charcoal to the charcoal basin when he stood up. He looked at his wife's red ears and shook his head, which was too funny.
He walked up to her, stretched out his hand and gently pinched her earlobe, and said lovingly: "It's your husband's fault."
"No, I don't blame you..." Zheng Wanqing was afraid that he would misunderstand, so she quickly turned around to explain and happened to meet his smiling eyes.
In panic, he caught a glimpse of the pile of official documents on the desk, which were just delivered by Zhou Lin the day before.
She suddenly had an idea and pointed at the pile of documents and said, "Go and review the documents. I see there are quite a lot of them."
Xie Yun was startled, then a gentle smile spread across his eyes: "Madam, you are so considerate." He took her hand and kissed her palm gently, "It is a blessing for me to marry a lady like you..."
"Still talking!" Zheng Wanqing pulled her hand back in embarrassment and deliberately put on a stern face, "Hurry up and approve the documents, otherwise..." Her eyes moved and she suddenly lowered her voice, "Don't even think about touching me tonight."
This trick really worked, and Xie Yun immediately stopped teasing. He took two steps at a time and walked to the table, lifted up his skirt and sat upright. His slender fingers picked up the pine soot ink stick and slowly ground it on the Duan inkstone, and the fragrance of ink gradually spread.
"Madam, can you really bear it?" He looked up suddenly while dipping his pen into ink, a smile in his eyes, "Why don't you come and accompany me? I will definitely finish the review faster."
Zheng Wanqing leaned back on a rattan chair, and her fingertips paused slightly on the page of the book when she heard the words. She lowered her eyes to hide the smile in her eyes, and deliberately didn't look at him: "How can Young Marshal Xie be the governor of Tianjin if he doesn't even have this little self-control?"
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