Long Xiaoyu glanced at the chessboard game, but didn't say a word.
Mu Ziling sighed.
Forget it, she doesn't bother anymore, just wait.
Li Zhan was still thinking and worrying, and said to himself: "Is it okay to get down here? No, no... or this? This is not okay, alas... how can I get down?"
He seemed to have nowhere to go, so he asked for help again: "Nephew, open your golden mouth, and show uncle me the way, huh?"
Long Xiaoyu remained silent.
Li Zhan was so pretentious, he would not let him go: "Can you just say something, nephew, nephew..."
Nephew and son-in-law, I still don't think there's anything wrong with screaming, but Li Zhan's words are so eloquent that it's easy for people to hear it as kidney deficiency.
Her husband's kidneys are not weak!
Mu Ziling didn't want to disturb, but Li Zhan's pretentious pulling and biting made her unable to bear it: "Li Zhan!"
The voice is not loud, just gnashing of teeth, the words are so heavy.
Li Zhan must have been frightened, and none of the chess pieces he had been holding in his hand fell off.
The pearls fell on the jade plate, making several clear and crisp sounds, and finally stopped at a certain space on the chessboard where the black and white pieces were scattered.
Coincidentally, this one was flawless.
The sneer at the corner of Mu Ziye's mouth faded away, his face was stunned, his eyeballs were about to fall on the chessboard.
That's right, Li Zhan's son was the lore, a complete victory.
"Hahaha, our girl is still the best, if she doesn't sing, she will become a blockbuster." Li Zhan laughed heartily, and he stretched his arms and legs towards Mu Ziye: "Brat, you lost, hurry up and give it to me!" This young master pinches his shoulders and beats his legs, oh, and also serves tea and water."
The sun was covered by clouds, the sky was extremely stuffy, the wind from the fan was hot, Mu Ziye was so irritable, he closed the fan: "Not counting! Come again!"
He wants to break up the game and start over.
"Hey, hey," Li Zhan stretched out his hand to stop him: "Why are you doing it, you want to play tricks if you lose?"
Mu Ziye didn't play tricks, but made excuses: "You are not good enough to win, so I need to play tricks?"
"God's will let me win the game with my own ability, why don't you use martial arts?" Li Zhan also raised his legs, and he handed the peacock fan in his hand to Mu Ziye: "Hurry up, don't be lazy, it's a dry day, Come on, fan me first."
They sat here to play chess early in the morning, not counting the three games they played, all three games were won by Mu Ziye, because they didn't make any bets, it seemed a bit boring, so they thought about making a bet before placing another game a plate.
The uncle and nephew would hurt their relationship if they gambled money, so the two coincided with each other, and whoever lost the bet would pinch the shoulders and legs of the winner, and serve tea and water.
No, Mu Ziye, who had won early in the morning, is now on a nail. If he doesn't scream, what can he do if he doesn't play tricks
Could it be that he really squeezed the shoulders and beat the legs of this woman, and served tea and water
He is so beautiful.
Mu Ziye got up leisurely, and pretended to be a gesture: "My surname, the last one is high."
After the posture was made, he pretended to be tired again, stretching his arms and legs to stretch his muscles and bones, and by the way, he scattered the chessboard on the table.
If Mu Ziye is a cunning and cunning little fox, then Li Zhan is a cunning and cunning old fox, how could he fail to notice the little tricks of the little fox he raised in a free-range way.
"Isn't it?" Li Zhan also raised his hand to relax his muscles and bones, waved his sleeves, and then the pieces on the chessboard were as solid as rocks, unmovable: "After all, my son is also a person favored by heaven."
He asked the two young couples watching: "Girl, nephew..." The little girl looking inward stared fiercely, and he coughed: "Can you see the magic of my last move?"
Mu Ziling only knew a little bit about chess, so she couldn't figure out such an intricate chess game: "I can't see it."
Long Xiaoyu looked at the chessboard with scattered black and white pieces, his eyes were slightly fixed, and he didn't speak.
Li Zhan urged with a lack of interest and enthusiasm: "Mu Xiaosi, hurry up and beat my back."
Mr. Zhan was posing as an old man, waiting for Mu Xiaosi to squeeze his shoulders and beat his legs.
Mu·Xiaosi·Zi Ye held up his luck and wanted to shatter the chessboard: "My surname, you're still on top if I blow you a few words?"
Li Zhan waved his sleeve, and there was an extra layer of shield on the chessboard: "Boy, your uncle and I have taught you since childhood, and you are willing to bet and admit defeat."
Mu Ziye just refused to accept it.
The tip of the needle is against the wheat awn, and no one will give in.
Mu Ziling was speechless to these two people: "You guys can do it, an old man with hundreds of people, and a leftover man are still fighting for the top, are you young or not?"
Age is Li Zhan's taboo: "Who is over a hundred old?"
Not getting married is Mu Ziye's taboo: "Who's a leftover man?"
Murong Xing was ignorant, and made up his mind: "What is a leftover man?"
"The leftover man..." Li Zhan didn't understand it very well, but according to his understanding, it should be correct: "It's the man who was left over by time and couldn't marry a wife."
Mu Ziye: "..."
Now that he tore up the mouth of his surname, it shouldn't be regarded as righteous killing, right? !
After all, one of them has a surname of Niang and the other a surname of Mu, so they are not a family.
Murong Xing blinked his eyes: "Uncle Zhan, have you married a wife yet?"
"..."
The corner of Li Zhan's mouth twitched, and he almost raised his palm to blow away the undeadly hot pepper in front of him.
Mu Ziling couldn't help laughing, and added another stab: "Based on age, our uncle Zhan should be the ancestor of the leftover man."
Ouch, it's too late.
it's so funny.
Mu Ziye laughed until his stomach twitched: "Hahaha... hahaha..."
Li Zhan's blood pressure soared, and his face couldn't be more red: "You! You all—" Little bastard, I am so angry.
I really wonder how he can live to such an age with so many angry people around him. Could it be that God has favored him too much, making him angry without hurting his body, prolonging his life and prolonging his life.
Murong Xing secretly tugged at Mu Ziye's robe, and said to him in a low voice: "Big brother, you are not a leftover man, you will definitely marry a wife soon."
The smile on Mu Ziye's face faded away in an instant, and his face was expressionless: "Eat your candied haws."
"oh."
Murong Xing felt that the candied haws in his mouth were so sweet, as sweet as his big brother's smile.
The maid brought tea, including red dates and wolfberry tea, and Sanhua tea for clearing away heat and reducing internal heat.
This is a good maid who is polite and caring.
Li Zhan drank Xiaosan's cup of three-flowered tea before he managed to lower his anger. He asked Long Xiaoyu, "What's the matter? Haven't seen it yet?"
When they came here, Li Zhan had intentionally or unintentionally lured them into the chess game, if he couldn't feel the mystery he expressed in it, then it would be unreasonable.
Mu Ziling felt that there must be something weird, but unfortunately she is not good at chess and couldn't understand: "Little uncle, what are you trying to say? This chess game is not related to our search for Haiyan, right?"
Li Zhan still remembered the grudge, he snorted angrily: "Your sharp-tongued cleverness would have been used here a long time ago, and you still use it to ask me now?"
This tone, she guessed right.
(end of this chapter)