Chapter 46 Flying Chess
Jiang Xianwan returned to the neighboring courtyard speechlessly, took a shower, and prepared to return to the waterside pavilion.
During the meal, she asked the other disciples, who said that she had stayed in the waterside pavilion for four days, but only one day had passed outside.
With such a great opportunity, there's no harm in taking advantage of it.
Upon entering the waterside pavilion, the gravitational force struck again, and Jiang Xianwan struggled to make his way to the pavilion at a snail's pace.
At this moment, the moonlight fell like a light veil on the man's body, and the silvery light flowed from his sleeves all the way up to his eyebrows.
Elder Jing seemed not to have moved since she left. Hearing the noise, he slightly raised his dark eyelashes and looked at her.
Jiang Xianwan hesitated for a moment, then stepped onto the stairs and into the pavilion.
He took out a plate of pastries packed from the cafeteria and a bottle of juice that Jiang Xingxing usually drank.
"Thank you for your guidance, Elder Jing. I didn't know what you liked, but these pastries and juices are quite good. Would you like to try some?"
She was too embarrassed to take out goose legs or spicy beef jerky.
She really couldn't imagine what it would look like with a goose leg in the left hand and beef jerky in the right, given how snowdrifts and jade carvings resembled.
You can only choose those that are ethereal and have a light flavor.
Di Yin lowered his gaze and landed on four different shaped and colored pastries on the plate, along with a pale blue fruit juice, looking somewhat surprised and dazed.
What followed was a sudden surge of emotion in my heart, and an indescribable joy that instantly filled my chest.
Wanwan, for him!
Emperor Yin had long since transcended worldly concerns, but at this moment he really wanted to try it.
He carefully picked up a lotus-shaped pastry, trying to keep his voice gentle, "Yes."
Jiang Xianwan sighed, feeling as if he were a Buddha.
Look at the difference between people!
If it were her and her junior brother, they would already be holding a goose leg in one hand and a wine cup in the other.
Looking at Elder Jing again, even eating a pastry was a delightful experience, which was truly admirable.
What did you eat?
A voice as clear as jade falling into a stream reached her ears. Jiang Xianwan, who was lost in thought, subconsciously replied, "Goose leg, crab noodles, spicy fish slices, spicy stir-fried chicken, and two fried eggs."
After saying that, he belatedly realized he had fallen silent.
Who would have thought that Elder Jing would ask her what she ate? She blurted it out without even thinking.
However, seeing Elder Jing's subtle reaction when she recited the names of the dishes, Jiang Xianwan's heart stirred slightly.
He probably likes it too, but is too embarrassed to say it.
He secretly wondered how likely Elder Jing would be to eat the dishes if he brought a few side dishes next time.
However, she simply couldn't imagine what it would be like for such a man to eat meat with such a cold and aloof expression.
I immediately abandoned the idea of bringing vegetables.
Di Yin stared intently at the girl as she counted on her hands, sharing her thoughts, and was somewhat dazed.
In the secret realm a few days ago, he gained a new understanding of Jiang Xianwan. He didn't feel that something was wrong; on the contrary, he felt that it was only natural.
Getting closer to the real Jiang Xianwan brings about a complete change in mindset, a complete upheaval.
In the past, apart from those intimate acts and being intimately familiar with each other, they had never been together in such a pure way.
Jiang Xianwan was not overly polite in a routine manner; he maintained a distance.
This feeling is novel, even better than I imagined.
It made him lose control, and he jumped around excitedly with wild abandon.
Emperor Yin thought so.
Yes.
Overjoyed.
He ate the pastries one by one, and then picked up the juice next to him.
Jiang Xianwan's complicated gaze fell on the moist lips and the rising Adam's apple before she slowly turned her face away.
Di Yin put away the handkerchief, his wide sleeves fluttering, shimmering like water ripples, and extended a hand towards her, saying gently, "Sweet."
Jiang Xianwan was taken aback.
Looking at the round, white fruit in his hand, about half the size of a fist, I couldn't tell what it was for a moment.
Without much thought, she thanked him, but as soon as she accepted it, she instinctively tried to push it back, saying, "This is too precious, I cannot accept it."
Just holding it in my hand gives me a feeling of being enveloped by a comfortable stream of water. This fruit clearly has the effect of nourishing and repairing the soul.
The dragon carp poked its head out and floated on the surface of the water, silently blowing bubbles.
It seems its fish brains are running out again!
Someone knock it out!
The master actually gave Jiang Xianwan the Emperor's Fruit, which only bears three fruits every two hundred years, as dessert?!
His wife was such a big deal, and now she's really gone!
Di Yin's gaze swept quickly over the girl's delicate red lips, a faint blush rising to the tips of her ears. "Don't overthink it, this kind of spiritual fruit is common."
Afraid she would refuse again, he quickly continued, "Want to play chess?"
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the complex emotions beneath her eyes.
When he looked up, his expression remained unchanged. "This disciple does not know."
Emperor Yin: "..." A miscalculation.
Frustrated, she curled her fingertips tightly. "What chess moves do you know?"
After saying that, he felt another wave of regret.
Wanwan, will you think he's mocking her?
Di Yin's palms were sweaty and sticky with nervousness, and a hint of panic appeared on his face.
Jiang Xianwan paused for a moment, then said, "Flying Chess."
"Flying Chess?" Di Yin suddenly jumped for joy. "What is Flying Chess?"
Looking at Elder Jing's expectant expression, Jiang Xianwan wondered if there was something wrong with her eyes.
She readily pulled out a specially customized chessboard, held fruit in one hand and dice in the other, and began to explain.
"It's very simple. Ludo is a competitive game where you move pieces by rolling dice, and the first one to reach the end wins."
As he spoke, he demonstrated by throwing dice, and then explained the rules for taking off, continuous throwing, and jumping.
Di Yin smiled and said, "Come."
Jiang Xianwan didn't hesitate and handed him the dice, saying, "You go first."
Di Yin took it, and his fingertips inevitably touched the girl's delicate and warm fingertips, causing him to stiffen for a moment.
Jiang Xianwan was unaware and watched intently as he gently tossed the dice.
six?
I'm so lucky.
Jiang Xianwan gripped the dice, enduring the force of the gravity, and threw them with all her might.
My brow twitched violently, and the fruit in my hand suddenly tasted bland.
one!
Let's try again.
six.
one!
continue.
six.
one!
six.
one!
After losing countless times, Jiang Xianwan gritted her teeth, her eyes gleaming with greed, and shouted, "Again!"
Di Yin: "..."
His dark eyelashes trembled slightly, a subtle smile curved his lips, and a hint of joy seemed to linger in the corners of his eyes.
She looks so cute when she's fierce.
Di Yin peered out from under her eyelashes as she gritted her teeth and threw the dice, her fingertips hidden in her wide sleeves moving in quick succession.
really.
The girl exclaimed in surprise, "Six!"
Jiang Xianwan was so moved that tears streamed down his face.
She was certain: Elder Jing was her nemesis!
If Di Yin knew her thoughts, he would probably be shocked.
Jiang Xianwan finally won, and immediately, shamelessly, put away the chessboard and began practicing his swordplay.
But when she took out a toy wooden longsword that she had carved for Jiang Xingxing, she fell to the ground with a thud.
Di Yin restrained himself and lowered his raised hand, secretly emitting a pressure towards the long sword that Jiang Xianwan had just pulled out, which made him tremble with jealousy and wish he could fly out and plunge into Jiang Xianwan's arms.
He stood there silently, his emotions unclear in the moonlight.
Doesn't Jiang Xianwan have a sword of his own yet?
That's why you carry a pot and keep running around in the secret realm.
Di Yin flipped his wrist, and a longsword with a completely transparent blade, imbued with the power of frost and snow, landed in his hand.
As soon as Yang Shuang appeared, the air distorted and tore apart.
An extremely terrifying force swept over, and Jiang Xianwan subconsciously turned around.
"Give."
Di Yin appeared before her without her noticing, his well-proportioned hands gripping the sword hilt, and he thrust it forward.
Yang Shuangjian: ...You just gave me to her like that! Aaaaaaaah!
Jiang Xianwan couldn't possibly accept it, and waved her hand repeatedly, "No, no, no need, this is fine for me."
joke!
The sword is my wife.
How could she touch someone else's wife!
Furthermore, she couldn't even lift a wooden sword, let alone a nimble sword.
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