615 Night Visit, I can finally meet the Ninth Emperor

As a doctor, Feng Qingchen thought he had done his best. He played five games with Cui Haoting and won five games in a row, feeling very relaxed.

Seeing Cui Haoting's face turned green after losing, Feng Qingchen was in a good mood. It was true that torturing a nobleman was the most loving thing. The fatigue and hunger of the day were swept away. The greener Cui Haoting's face turned, the more comfortable she felt.

"One more round." At this moment, Cui Haoting no longer had the mind to worry about the surgery in five days. He wanted to get back at his former club.

It was so embarrassing that a young master of the Cui family actually lost to a weak woman like Feng Qingchen in the art of chess. He really couldn't accept it.

He learned to read at the age of two and read poetry at the age of three. He received elite education since childhood and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially chess. He had a lot of experience in it. Even when playing chess with national players, he rarely lost.

He was really hit hard by Feng Qingchen today.

"No, you are not my opponent. The difference in strength is too great. You are totally no match for me." Feng Qingchen waved the chess pieces, messing them up.

Playing chess is too stressful and she is tired.

Feng Qingchen's words were really infuriating. Not only did he lose, but he also had to be told by Feng Qingchen that he was not even qualified to be Feng Qingchen's opponent. This was too insulting.

Cui Haoting took a deep breath, tried to put on the demeanor of a nobleman, and said reservedly: "One more round, just one more round."

He couldn't balance himself if he didn't win a game. The first two games could be explained by his distraction, but what about the next three games? He was clearly playing very seriously, but why did he still lose miserably?

"Don't say a word. You can't win even in ten games. You are not playing chess at all. You are just making moves according to the chess manual. It's very conventional and there is no murderous intent or sharpness." Feng Qingchen commented sharply without caring about Cui Haoting's face.

Watching chess is like watching people. Cui Haoting and Jin Ling are both noble sons raised by aristocratic families. They are equally gentle, noble and polite, but Jin Ling has more vitality and love for life than Cui Haoting.

Cui Haoting is not a young man at all, he is clearly a middle-aged uncle pretending to be a teenager. He does not have the frivolity and freedom that a teenager should have, and lives a gloomy life.

At this age, one should be young and ignorant of the taste of sorrow, and enjoy the youth in fine clothes and on a fast horse, instead of calculating all day long and trying to exploit the value of every person that can be used.

"You have lost your spirit?" Cui Haoting paused while picking up the chess piece, then picked it up with two fingers and placed it in front of himself. "I have been bedridden for many years, and I really have lost my spirit and vitality, and even my desire to live."

If he had not come to Dongling by accident and met Feng Qingchen, he should be waiting to die in Cui's manor at this moment.

"No matter what time, you should not give up the desire to live. Is there any meaning in living like this? Why do you come to me to treat your illness? You might as well find a beautiful place to wait for death." Feng Qingchen picked up a cup of tea and ate two pieces of dessert.

A good mood can only make people forget hunger temporarily, but cannot make people really not hungry. Feng Qingchen was eating very attentively, while Cui Haoting was thinking very attentively, thinking about the meaning of Feng Qingchen's words, and wondering if it was wrong for him to follow the path of the young master of the Cui family.

Cui Haoting was thinking very seriously, almost looking like a thinker.

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingchen was full and Cui Haoting had finished thinking. Cui Haoting picked up the chess pieces slowly and handed the white piece to Feng Qingchen: "Let's play another game."

Although she was full and Feng Qingchen had the energy to play another game of chess, she actually didn't like playing chess very much. It was too stressful, and she didn't like losing, so it was even more stressful.

Before, it was to comfort the patients, but now...

If she, Feng Qingchen, wants to play chess with her, there is a price to pay.

"It's not impossible to play another game..." Feng Qingchen kept it in suspense. Zhai Haoting had regained his composure. Of course he knew that Feng Qingchen would eat anything except what he wanted.

"What are your conditions?"

"If I win, you can arrange for me to meet the Ninth Uncle. If I lose..."

"What if I lose?" Cui Haoting was thinking about what he should ask from Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen said something that made Cui Haoting vomit blood: "I will not lose."

"You are so confident, what if you lose?" This was too discouraging, Feng Qingchen didn't take him seriously at all.

Feng Qingchen shook his head: "Nothing can happen. I can't say whether I can win against others, but I am sure I can beat you. Master Cui, please make your move."

Cui Haoting gritted his teeth and said in a loud voice, "Feng Qingchen, if I win, I can set any conditions I want?"

"You have to beat me first before you say that. Someone who has lost five games in a row has no right to say that."

This one sentence aroused Cui Haoting's unprecedented pride. At this time, he showed his best skills and was determined to win a game against Feng Qingchen.

Losing six games in a row is so embarrassing!

But Cui Haoting didn’t know that he would continue to break this number in the future!

Ahem, no matter what happens in the future, let’s finish this game first. I don’t know whether it was Feng Qingchen’s words that awakened Cui Haoting, or Cui Haoting himself had an epiphany, but Cui Haoting’s chess style changed from the previous steady one to an unconventional one.

Now, he had completely run into Feng Qingchen's trap. Feng Qingchen's chess style was originally unconventional. If Cui Haoting tried to learn her chess style, he would be courting death.

Of course, Feng Qingchen is not a person who does not know the importance of things. She asked Cui Haoting to do something, so she would not let Cui Haoting lose too badly.

This gave Feng Qingchen a headache. How could he win a small victory without leaving any trace?

You know, Cui Haoting is also a chess master. If he lets go too obviously and is discovered by the opponent, he will definitely think that he is humiliating him.

Alas, Feng Qingchen is really in trouble now.

This game was the most painful one Feng Qingchen had ever played. The outcome was decided at almost dawn, and Feng Qingchen barely won by three pieces.

Although the third son is also very good, he is much better than the previous dozen sons.

"I lost." This time, Cui Haoting lost sincerely and was of course happy to lose. For him, losing a few less points was also a win.

"I accept the defeat. Thank you for your help, Mr. Cui." Feng Qingchen suppressed a yawn, looking forward to meeting the Ninth Uncle.

Ever since the Ninth Prince was imprisoned, she had looked for many people but was unable to find him. Making a bet with Cui Haoting was her last resort.

She believed in the strength of the Cui family.

Sure enough, the Cui family did not let her down. When she woke up after a good sleep, Cui Haoting brought her a handwritten edict allowing them to visit the emperor in the clan prison. It was written by the emperor himself. As for how Cui Haoting got it, it was not Feng Qingchen's concern.

Women dress up to please themselves! No matter how anxious she was, Feng Qingchen still took a bath, changed her clothes, and dressed herself up to look radiant before setting off...

Before leaving, Feng Qingchen did not forget to remind Cui Haoting to ask Yuan Xi to move to Feng Mansion today, and also to call Yun Xiao over as she had something to say to Yun Xiao.

Cui Haoting was not surprised that Feng Qingchen specifically mentioned Yun Xiao. If Feng Qingchen hadn't mentioned it, he would have doubted Feng Qingchen's medical skills. Other doctors couldn't diagnose Yun Xiao's illness, but he believed Feng Qingchen could.

The carriage drove towards the clan prison. Feng Qingchen sat in the carriage, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Finally, I can finally see the Ninth Prince Uncle. I wonder how the Ninth Prince Uncle is doing in the clan prison, whether he has lost weight, whether he has been... tortured!