Zhao Ji interrupted with a wave of his hand, his smile still on his face: "Since we have already made an agreement, we will not regret it. Do you also think that I am a treacherous person?"
“I don’t dare!”
Zhao Ning quickly bowed: "It's just..."
At this moment.
The voice of Eunuch Cao was heard outside the hall.
"Your Majesty! Taoist Qingxu wants to see you!"
"Master Qingxu?"
Zhao Ji seemed to be thinking: "Spread it!"
After a moment.
Taoist Master Qingxu strode into the hall.
His hair and beard are all white.
Fairy-like.
Before anyone arrived, laughter echoed in the hall.
"Your Majesty, long time no see. How have you been these days?"
"I'm fine!"
Zhao Ji smiled and stood up, greeting him enthusiastically: "But I am still inferior to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest is still as charming as ever, but I am like a candle in the wind. Who knows, one day, I may be blown out by the wind!"
Taoist Qingxu smiled and waved his hands: "Your Majesty King Li, you are too polite!"
Zhao Ji stroked his graying beard and said with a smile, "What's the point of saying it's not serious? Didn't the Taoist priest see that my time was coming up and specially asked me to open a bet and fulfill the bet?"
"Then your Majesty King Li really misunderstood me!"
Taoist Qingxu smiled warmly, "It's just a demon plague in Chu State. The temple sent me to investigate. But Chu State won't be in any serious trouble in the short term. I passed by the old land of Dali and thought of my friends here, so I stayed for two days to ask for a cup of tea.
As for the bet...
I am not a person who cares about winning or losing.
Just wait for the market to open. You and I are not the kind of people who can't afford to lose.
Why would you go an extra mile just for a bet that you don't know when it will end?"
Zhao Ji laughed loudly and turned to look at Zhao Ning: "Ning'er, make me a cup of tea!"
Then.
He made a gesture of invitation.
Bring me to the imperial study.
Compared with the main hall of Chongli Palace, this one does not look so grand and is just suitable for receiving guests.
Taoist Qingxu glanced at the chess on the table and raised his eyebrows: "How is your Majesty King Li's chess skill?"
“So-so!”
Zhao Ji waved his hand: "No one can win except to bully that brat Wuji."
Taoist Qingxu became interested: "It just so happens that I am also a bad chess player, why don't you and I play a game of chess?"
Zhao Jiduo glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said with a half-smile: "I couldn't ask for more!"
A quarter of an hour later.
When Zhao Ning brought over the brewed tea, the black and white pieces on the chessboard had already become inseparable.
Qingxu Pindao played the black chess piece and took every step carefully, repeatedly forcing the white chess piece into danger.
Good chess skills.
But it's just good.
At least in Zhao Ning's opinion, he should be slightly inferior to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji's chess style is changeable. No matter whether he is attacking with all his might or setting traps for me, it is unlikely that he will be at a disadvantage.
But the actual situation is... Zhao Ji is at a considerable disadvantage.
His brows were slightly furrowed.
Looks a little irritable.
Sometimes, even though he could clearly improve the situation by giving up a small piece, he was reluctant to give up.
Sometimes, even when the game was clearly a must-fight, he would give up in a very arbitrary manner.
Slowly.
White is at a disadvantage.
Zhao Ji's moves became slower and slower.
Ever since the last black piece fell, his hand holding the chess piece has been hovering above the chessboard for a long time, but it has not fallen yet.
Although his expression was calm, his breathing became a little heavy.
finally.
His hands moved, as if he was about to make a move.
Now if he wants to break the impasse, he has only two options: either be ruthless and cut off his own arm, or fight with Heizi in the quagmire until dark.
Once this move is made, the outcome is decided.
But just as his hand dropped half an inch, he withdrew it and held the chess piece tightly in his palm.
The clenched hands were slowly placed on the table.
"Master, you play chess well!"
Zhao Ji smiled and waved his hands: "I admit defeat!"
Taoist Qingxu stroked his beard slowly and said with a smile: "This chess game is not a losing one. Your Majesty King Li, why don't you try again?"
“No need!”
Zhao Ji shook his head: "I'm old, my brain can't keep up."
Taoist Qingxu did not force him to do so. He just picked up the tea that had already cooled down on the table and drank it all in one gulp: "Thank you for the good tea! I will leave for the State of Chu tomorrow. I will have a good rest tonight. I will take my leave now!"
After saying that.
Then he stood up.
He bowed to Zhao Ji with a smile, then strode out of Chongli Palace.
"This old Taoist priest, just leave when he wins!"
Zhao Ji laughed and complained, as if losing the game of chess did not affect his mood at all.
Zhao Ning took a deep breath and said, "Father! This seems to be the first time you have admitted defeat in a game of chess."
"how?"
Zhao Ji asked with a half-smile, "I'm old, can't I even admit defeat? Put away the chess pieces!"
"yes!"
Zhao Ning nodded and slowly put away the chess pieces.
Zhao Ji stood up with a yawn and stretched lazily: "It's getting late, I'm going to sleep, after you collect the chess pieces, go and have a rest!"
"Father, wait a minute!"
Zhao Ning called him.
Zhao Ji asked: "Is there anything else?"
Zhao Ning looked at his right hand and smiled faintly: "You still have one in your hand!"
The tail of Zhao Ji's eyebrow trembled.
Slowly open your clenched right hand.
The black chess piece inside had turned into powder at some point.
And at this time.
Zhao Ning has also put the black and white pieces on the chessboard back into the chess box.
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