Beauty: Queen of Chess

Chapter 142

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She couldn't explain what she felt in her heart. As if she was bewitched, she moved her body, sat over, and gently rested her head on his shoulder.

The music stopped suddenly, and Leng Qisu stiffened. He held the piece of grass in his big hand and stopped at his lips, forgetting to move.

Mo Shuang realized that she seemed a little abrupt and felt embarrassed for a moment. She was about to sit up when she heard the music suddenly started playing again.

She curled her lips, then continued to lean there, slowly closing her eyes, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

As soon as the music sounded, the desolation and sadness just now, a faint sadness slowly disappeared in this dark night.

It seemed like just a moment, and it seemed like a long, long time passed.

The music lingering in her ears slowly dissipated, Mo Shuang opened her eyes, and suddenly met a pair of bright eyes, which were as bright as the stars in the sky above her head in the dark night.

Blushing, she quickly straightened up and turned her head to the other side, only to hear Leng Qisu's faint voice.

"I haven't played a piece of music from my childhood. I haven't played it in many years. I guess it's a bit rusty. Isn't it hard to listen to?"

Mo Shuang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This man's words sounded like those words used by modern children to be coquettish and pampered.

"What are you laughing at?" Leng Qisu glanced at her, and his lips slowly curved.

Mo Shuang shook her head and stopped laughing, "No, this song is the most beautiful song I have ever heard since I was a child!"

Not the most perfect, but the most touching!

Just because it was Leng Qisu who blew it!

"By the way, how did you make those horses instantly calm today?" He suddenly turned his head and asked her.

Mo Shuang was startled, not expecting how his topic jumped so quickly. After a moment of reaction, he smiled slyly, "Because I have a magic weapon!"

As he said that, he took out a grass-like thing from his sleeve and stretched it out in front of him, "Knowing your purpose of leaving the palace this time, I have made sufficient preparations. This is Qingjiang that can quickly calm the horse." Grass, and the horse I chose is the winner, as long as the winner settles down, the other horses will settle down as well.”

"Qingjiang grass?" Leng Qisu took the grass and looked at it in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's really hard for you! Even the top horse knows about it."

Ordinarily, he would have said this with sarcasm, but tonight, she knew that he didn't.

"It's nothing difficult." Mo Shuang hugged her knees and puffed her lips, "I just don't want some people to look down upon me."

Didn't some people say that a prostitute will only drag people down

Leng Qisu looked at her, knowing who she was referring to, but he just smiled lowly and said nothing.

"By the way" Mo Shuang suddenly thought of something, turned her head to look at him, and asked seriously: "When did you follow me? How did you know that I went to the hospital?"

"Because I know it's you!" He curled his lips and said calmly.

Mo Shuang was stunned and couldn't believe it for a moment, "When did you know this? Is it because of the crispy cucumber?"

The scene when the two chopsticks collided with him appeared before my eyes.

Leng Qisu shook his head.

"Is that because I said you shouldn't drink tea in the morning and drink plain water instead?"

"No!" Leng Qisu continued to shake his head.

"How do you know that?" She was really curious. Whether it was the disguise or the voice, she felt that she had achieved perfection and perfection.

"I have to thank you for this!" He also turned his head and looked at her, with a deep and distant look in his eyes.

"Thank me?"

"Well" Leng Qisu turned his head, looked at the moonlight on the horizon and sighed softly, "It's you who let me know, you can't look at people's faces, you have to look at a person's eyes and expressions, everything will be deceived." Man, this is the only one that won’t.”

Mo Shuang's heart trembled, and she realized that he was talking about the incident of her wearing a mask, and finally understood how much impact this incident had on his heart.

He will always remember it.

I felt a little guilty and sad for a moment, not knowing what to say.

She pursed her lips and spoke with difficulty, "Fourth Master...I..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this!" Leng Qisu suddenly interrupted her, turning his head and looking at her with a smile, "I've already played a tune for you, why don't you sing a tune for me too, or else, just Sing the same song you sang when you were washing vegetables in the small town kitchen."

Small town? Washing dishes

She thought for a while and then remembered that she sang "Chess Pieces" by Faye Wong that day.

The song is nice, but the lyrics...

Tonight was so beautiful, and she didn't want to ruin the scenery by singing such a sad and gloomy song.

"I've almost forgotten the lyrics to that song. Otherwise, I'll sing something else."

Leng Qisu looked at her, was silent for a few seconds, and said with a smile, "Okay!"

She moved her body again and sat behind him, back to back with him, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and softly sang "The Most Romantic Thing" by Zhao Yonghua.

Sitting back to back on the carpet

Listen to music and talk about your wishes

You want me to be gentler and gentler

I hope you keep me in mind

You said you wanted to give me a romantic dream

Thank you for taking you to heaven

Even if it takes a lifetime to complete

As long as I tell you, you will remember it

The most romantic thing I can think of

Just growing old together with you

Collect every bit of laughter along the way

Save it for later, sit in a rocking chair and chat slowly

The most romantic thing I can think of

Just growing old together with you

Until we are old and can't go anywhere

You still regard me as a treasure in your hand

The night is so beautiful, as if it is not real, just a human dream.

On the edge of the empty racecourse and on the tall haystacks, two figures are close to each other, one is singing in a low voice, the other is listening, and a kind of tranquility of time slowly flows in the night...

(End of chapter)