Ji Yue glanced at him and overturned the chess game.
…
As soon as the chess piece is knocked, the candles are lit and the lights are flickering in the middle of the night.
Wei Lian fought seriously, and his strength should not be underestimated. At the end of the day, the outcome was a mixed bag, and the King of Qin had a 55-50 battle.
"Gu don't know, Wei Lang's chess skills are so superb." Ji Yue sneered, a little interested and admired, "It has been a long time since no one has played a tie with Gu."
Wei Lian looked down at the draw game, and after a while, hooked his lips and said, "Yeah."
Today, he played seven games against the King of Qin. Except for the first game where he was absent-minded and defeated, in the remaining five games, he won three and lost two. Both sides are narrowly won, not too far away.
The king of Qin is unstoppable in attacking and attacking. He is good at defense, he is every step at a time, and each has restraint, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner.
This seventh game is a draw.
It is equivalent to their game for a day, and they have not yet divided their winners and losers.
The two of them looked at each other, and then lowered their gazes involuntarily, concealing the sense of mutual sympathy.
Ji Yue swept the chess game: "Fight again!"
When the chess meets an opponent, they will not give up until they have a victory or defeat today.
…
It was too late, the eighth game was the last game, and the final winner or loser was decided today, so both of them were extremely cautious.
The black-clothed king holds the black child, and the white-clothed son holds the white child, until the incense in the hollowed-out censer burns out.
Wei Lian thought for a while, and was about to fall, suddenly frowned, and secretly thought that he had landed in the wrong place.
He wanted to change positions, but the back of his hand was held down by another slender hand, covering it with a slightly hot temperature.
"Wei Lang, you have no regrets." Ji Yue's long and narrow phoenix eyes looked at him narrowly.
When the candle was extinguished, King Qin's face was so handsome that it was a little coquettish.
Wei Lian glanced at him helplessly and threw away the white jade chess piece.
"I lost."
Later, Wei Lian thought, he is such a lazy person, he doesn't even want to earn his own future, why is he willing to accompany that person to conquer the world together.
He thought about it for a long time, thinking of that brightly lit night, the chessboard on the table was messy, and the hourglass flowed quietly.
The handsome king covered his hand, the corners of his lips were half-turned, and his phoenix eyes were slightly curved.
"Weirang, you have no regrets."
It turns out that since then, he has exported his entire life.
The author has something to say: In the world of seven kingdoms, I want ninety-nine.
- Han Fei's "Nine Songs of the Sky"