Looking at the sleeping person behind him, Wei Lang sighed, "Forget it, I won't leave, I'll just join in the fun here."
Ji Liyou pointed at the wooden cabinet not far from him, "There is a chess set there. Take it out and I will play a game with you."
Ran Ran blushed with anger, "Do you think I like staying in your tribe?"
Anmuda made an invitation gesture, "You can leave if you want, I don't want to leave anyone behind."
It was obvious that she had done something wrong, but she felt confident.
"You don't even feel guilty?"
"Why me?"
"You..." She couldn't express what she saw today.
"Oh, I saw him sleeping with me?"
Wei Lang raised his head and glanced at An Muda, but didn't say anything more. Ji Liyou shook his head, "Oh, not a day goes by that makes one's ears clear."
The tall green grass of the grassland rustled in the wind, and the sound of the chessboard in the tent was as elegant as the strings of a piano. The young man in white was holding the chess with an expressionless face, and the man in blue playing chess with him opposite was even more composed.
Ran Ran couldn't help but said: "Brother Liyou, why don't you help me?"
Wei Lang said for Ji Liyou, "What do you want him to do for you, steal a man?"
"Don't talk, I didn't talk to you." She choked.
"Your Highness Tang Shuo, this is not the Southern Wei Dynasty, please don't mess with me." Wei Lang said breathlessly.
"You messed with me first."
Ji Li was helpless, "Ranran, do you want to offend everyone?"
"I know you just think it's funny, but I really like him."
Anmuda clenched her hands tightly, her nails already piercing into her flesh, and said, "You really like it?"
Jimo Ran didn't answer any more.
"Is this Princess Tangshuo of the Jimo family in Liangzhu?" Anmuda looked a little disdainful, "The Jimo family kills people without any calculation and turns against them ruthlessly. The noble Princess Tangshuo actually falls in love with a slave who has lost his virginity?"
"You are not allowed to slander him."
"Isn't what I said the truth?" Anmuda said, "He is just a lowly slave. He is not even qualified to speak and laugh. Letting him live is already a great favor."
"Ha—" Jimo Ran lost his temper, "You also said that I am Princess Tangshuo. Then, it is not impossible to have a slave. Why do you argue with me?"
Anmuda was relieved when he heard what she said and softened his tone, "Of course, if you want it, I'll give it to you."
Ran Ran still felt uncomfortable. She couldn't explain it, but as long as she thought about the man who talked and smiled brightly at her, she wanted to get angry.
"I don't want to compete with you, I just want you to understand that he is not worthy of your sincerity." Anmuda persuaded him kindly.
"none of your business."
Anmuda smiled: "I am willing to give my life to you, what else do you want?"
"I don't care about it anymore. If you want it, I'll give it to you."
It sounds like an object, passed around, but not like a person.
Anmuda became more and more relieved, "Okay, then give it to me."
Anmuda's smile seemed to be provoking. Ranran really wanted to punch her in the face, but she knew she couldn't beat Anmuda.
The two teenagers playing chess didn't seem to hear what they were saying, and their faces remained expressionless.
The chess pieces in his hand were also played very slowly, and every movement was very careful, as if he was conquering a city.
Ji Liyou's hands were white and dry, and the fingers were long and strong, unlike a woman's peeled onions. The strength under the knuckles should not be underestimated.
Wei Lang had never paid attention to other people's hands, but now he was paying attention to his, observing every movement carefully.
Looking at other people's hands is not very interesting and not worth looking at, but Wei Lang was distracted and stared at it.
Ji Liyou paid attention to the changes in moves on the chessboard and did not notice his gaze.
The person behind him opened his eyes at some point and suddenly said coldly: "His hands are indeed very beautiful."
Wei Lang quickly reacted and said with a smile: "If he had grown up in the Southern Wei Dynasty, with Brother Ji's chess skills, I am afraid he would have been a famous player in the world today."
Ji Liyou blinked and said, "Are you awake?"
"Yeah." He whispered, leaning on his shoulder to watch the chess game.
Just as he picked up a chess piece, Ji Liyou suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, "You fell asleep sitting down, is your back sore?"
"Yeah." He slowly lay down and slept on his lap.
Ji Liyou sighed, "Go back to bed and sleep. The blanket underneath isn't too thick. It won't be good if you catch a cold."
He said yes, but still closed his eyes and fell asleep on his lap.
Wei Lang had a smile on his face, but he didn't dare to let Ji Liyou see the bitterness no matter what.
He glanced at Anmuda and Jimo Ran who were arguing, and the tip of his nose felt sour.
So he had to smile more happily and said: "Brother Ji's game is dead. If you don't pay attention, you will lose."
Ji Liyou said: "I am a person who doesn't care about winning or losing."
He also smiled happily at Wei Lang, but Wei Lang's smile suddenly became a little forced: "Don't care about winning or losing?"
"Yes, I only care about winning or losing once in my life, and I still lose every game." Ji Liyou's eyes were soft, and he gently stroked the long hair of the storyteller beside him with one hand.
"Brother Ji, don't you plan to go further and see more beautiful scenery?"
He looked at the storyteller on his lap and said, "It doesn't seem like he has any plans."
Wei Lang couldn't help but laugh. Whether you win or lose in this chess game has already been determined.
He met him too late, everything was too late.
Maybe from the first time I took another look at him, I was wrong. I was tempted, and it was really difficult to be alone.
He had never been willing to meddle in other people's business, but for him to enter the world of Jambudvipa, he was not afraid of death and walked on the road of life and death.
But he could only say thank you.
Ji Liyou's warm hands would never fall on him. Wei Lang knew that he shouldn't expect too much.
He knew about Sanqi Tea House earlier than he knew about Ji Liyou.
Even before I heard about Mr. Wen's name, it was said that there was a storyteller in Sanqi Teahouse who was extremely accurate in fortune telling.
Some people say that this storyteller is just a scholar and has no power to restrain a chicken, but others say that he has great martial arts skills, has no taboos, and can kill people with a smile.
After getting to know Mr. Wen, Wei Lang understands that these two statements may not be completely accurate.
Wei Lang feels that if a storyteller treats you coldly but treats you as a friend, and if a storyteller smiles kindly at you, he usually has murderous intentions.
There is only one person he can smile at, Ji Liyou.
Wei Lang and the storyteller looked at each other. Wei Lang stared at him, not daring to relax even for a moment.
Unexpectedly, Ji Liyou made a "ding" sound at this time, and the chess piece he was holding in his fingers fell on the chessboard.
As soon as a piece fell, he won the chess game with a flick of his sleeves. Wei Lang sighed: "It's really amazing. I give up."
Ji Liyou smiled and said: "This move is just because you were distracted, how can it be considered a defeat?"
"If you make one wrong move and lose the whole game, how can you not be considered a loser? Besides, playing chess is like learning a spell. You should be focused on it. If you are distracted by others, how can you be considered a master?"
Ji Li said with a worried smile: "Fortunately, although you are easily distracted when playing chess, you are always single-minded when making spells."
Wei Lang said lightly: "Fortunately, I can still live secretly in this world."
Ji Liyou sighed and said, "Unfortunately, I am the opposite of you. Although I can be single-minded when playing chess, when I play swordsmanship with others, my mind becomes as chaotic as a weed."
"Why?"
"Can't say." Ji Liyou shook his head.
"Why can't you tell me?"
"Because it stems from the fear inside me."
"Fear, fear of what?"
Ji Liyou smiled again and said, "Death."
Wei Lang laughed and Ji Liyou smiled.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Ji Liyou said no, "I'm afraid people will die in my hands."
Such a person must have such compassion in his heart.
Wei Lang smiled and said, "Sometimes you can't decide whether to kill or not."
Ji Liyou cupped his hands and said, "Heroes see the same thing."
Anmuda suddenly darkened his face and looked at Wei Lang coldly: "Someone is approaching Bei Hedu."
Wei Lang was not surprised at all. He sighed and said, "I feel it too."
"Do you know who it is?"
Wei Lang said calmly: "Just stay here, I'll go with them."
"Is it the high priest?" Anmuda seemed to have guessed it.
Ji Liyou said leisurely: "Ranran, Wei Lang may go to the Southern Wei Dynasty. You follow him. I will return to Bolu soon and will not go to the Southern Wei Dynasty again."
Anmuda sneered, "You two have already thought of a countermeasure. Just arrange the two of us as you like."
Wei Lang frowned, "My mission this time is very dangerous. The high priest didn't tell you because he wanted to protect you. This time I'm not just joking."
As he spoke, he took out the sword from his waist. This soft sword could actually be hidden under his clothes like a belt.
When Anmuda saw this sword, he couldn't help showing surprise in his eyes: "Your precious fragrance has been refined with thousands of hammers. It can be soft or strong. It has never left me. You want to... leave it to me?"
Wei Lang said: "My spell skills are better than yours, but my sword skills are not that good, so this sword is only for self-defense. I don't need it during a fight. You can hold it, so I can rest assured."
"Wherever you go, you must be taking people's lives. Whose death will be soon?" Anmuda asked him.
"King Donghu."
Anmuda shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "I know you have been stubborn since you were a child, but I didn't expect you are so stupid that you still don't understand it now."
"It's you who don't understand."
"I understand that the high priest asked you to die. If you don't die, you will die together. You have always been her shield. Unless it is absolutely necessary, she will not use you to defend Shi Wei. Your assassination skills should be regarded as The top assassin in the Seven Kingdoms."
Jimo Ran put aside his anger and said, "What are you talking about? What about assassinating King Donghu? Why do you want to assassinate King Donghu?"
Wei Lang told her to shut up, "Just go back to your Southern Wei Dynasty and be your princess, and don't meddle in other people's business."
"Are you looking for death?" Anmuda said harshly to Wei Lang.
"You have forgotten that I cannot die, let alone want to die. Besides, if I die, who will do the things I promised you?"
Jimo Ran was startled and said: "Wei Lang, are you going to kill King Donghu? You can't do it. The Southern Wei Dynasty has troops stationed in Donghu. It's difficult for you to even sneak into the palace of Donghu."
Wei Lang pondered and said, "Then how did I take you to Princess Mingkang last time?"
"Last time we took advantage of the chaos and happened to encounter the chaos in Daye Palace, but at this time King Donghu is still fine. The Donghu royal family is definitely not something you can shake."
Ji Liyou slowly put away the chess piece and said, "King Donghu is dead, and now his only son takes the throne."
"King Donghu is dead?" Jimo Ran couldn't believe it. A few years ago, he still remembered that he always wrote to say that Donghu's melons were ripe again and asked if his majesty needed to pay tribute to taste them. His Majesty approved the memorial and said it was not necessary. A few months later, he wrote another letter saying that Donghu's blood-stained horses had increased by dozens this year. He asked your Majesty if it was necessary to pay tribute. His Majesty was helpless and said, no need.
Wei Lang stroked the soft sword gently and said: "Although this soft sword is soft, it can be used freely in battle. It is best for women."
"No need!" Anmuda said, "I am in the tribe, there will be no danger at all. Just take your sword and get out."
"speak nicely."
"I don't need it."
"Anmuda, your spell is not smooth. Now you can use the teleportation spell to move half a step?"
Anmuda said nothing.
"The sword is more reliable than your magic. Take it, I have wanted to give it to you for a long time. The sword skill has tempered the poison. If it hurts the flesh, you will smell a mysterious and strange aroma. That is the sword. The poison on it entered the enemy’s blood.”
Anmuda still refused, "I won't follow you, but you must promise me to come back."
"Okay, I promise you, I will definitely come back."
Jimo Ran murmured, "What are you going to do? If Donghu is in chaos, Southern Wei will soon send troops. With Donghu's garrison, Wei Wei will also be in danger."
Ji Liyou sighed, "Ran Ran, that's enough."
"Brother Liyou, please persuade Wei Lang to stop doing stupid things."
"If you talk too much, my mouth will be sewn shut." Wei Lang threatened her.
"Even if you want to sew my mouth shut, I have to say that the elite soldiers of the Southern Wei Dynasty are not a joke. As long as the Jimo family discovers the turmoil in the prefectures and counties, they will quickly react. The Southern Wei troops stationed everywhere will be linked to the Protectorate. Together, they are like a lock, directly locking the rebels to death."
Wei Lang didn't care what she said, because Shi Weiren had not thought of this, and all countermeasures had been prepared.
Tengger will also bless Shi Wei.
This time Wei Wei's comeback was caused by God's will.
Wei Lang was more curious, "When the war breaks out, what will you, Princess Tangshuo, do?"
Ranran was unusually calm, "What do you want me to do?"
One sentence stopped Wei Lang back.
If Shi Wei and Southern Wei were enemies, Ran Ran would also be Shi Wei's enemy from now on.
After all, they are not the same people.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, just be your princess." Anmuda said.
"You are my friends, can you please stop being my enemy?"
Wei Lang sighed, "It's a pity that Shi Wei is not a friend of Southern Wei, so we are destined to be enemies."
"Perhaps if you use me to threaten Southern Wei, you still have a slight chance of winning. It is better than if you assassinate King Donghu and seize the capital of Donghu to lose Wei." Ran Ran said bluntly.
Wei Lang and Anmuda looked at each other.
"In your eyes, am I that despicable?" Wei Lang asked Ran Ran.
"Aren't you despicable? In front of me, you want to rebel against the Southern Wei Dynasty and seize the throne of Donghu. The king of Donghu is anointed by your majesty. There are more than 200 tribes in the Wei Dynasty. No one is more qualified to be Donghu than the Donghu royal family. dominate."
This sentence made Anmuda angry, and she pinched Ran Ran's neck with her backhand.
"What did you say?"
"I said what was on my mind."
Anmuda roared, "Princes, generals, and ministers, would you rather have your own kind? The people of Shiwei are not the slaves of Donghu, and the people of Shiwei will never be willing to live under others."
She was just scaring Ran Ran, and Ran Ran knew it.
"Anmuda, let go." Ji Li said coldly.
"Anmuda." Wei Lang pulled her hand away.
Ran Ran said angrily, "You can kill me now if you want. I'm not your opponent anyway."
(End of chapter)