Chapter 1: Indifferent beauty

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One hundred and thirty years of the Nanlou Kingdom, forty-seven years of eternal solidarity.
At this time, it is the golden autumn season in August. Because the south of the country is south, the weather is still warm, and this season is also the most comfortable time of the year.
A quaint and solemn courtyard is hidden among the green mountains and trees.
The red walls and green tiles, the pavilions and pavilions seemed to be integrated into this green hill. There were clear birdsongs in the woods, and the sound came back, which was extremely pleasant. The fresh air and comfortable courtyard make people relax physically and mentally.
In the garden of the courtyard, countless osmanthus trees are planted, and the osmanthus full of trees has a fragrance of the courtyard, refreshing!
An octagonal gazebo surrounded by osmanthus trees flutters an ethereal gauze in the wind. In the pavilion's stone table are two cups of hot tea. On both sides of the stone table, there is an old man in a black robe and a woman in a blue dress. It should be said that the girl is just a young girl. Everyone looked down at the chess game on the stone table.
But the old man's complexion was obviously suffocated, and he was contemplating.
The girl's expression was relaxed, and she was also immature with a calmness and indifference that did not fit her age.
A ten-year-old boy with exquisite eyebrows is sitting on one side of the two of them. They are squinting at the eyebrows and watching chess without saying a word.
The obsidian-like black pupil flashed with confusion, but it was very good, and did not bother to say a word. In this regard, we can see that although he was young, he had a very high education.
"Yu Jian."
A magnetic, soft voice sounded.
When the boy heard the words, his eyes fluttered, and he turned around and looked at the person.
A man wearing a white jade crown and wearing a white soft robe with his hands behind his back, ink hair and wide sleeves and robe angles dancing to the wind, and white boots stepping on the falling flowers on the ground, facing the full The sweet-scented osmanthus slowly came forward like a cloud god, and the thousands of flowers behind him became his backing.
As he walked in, the picturesque beauty was clearly reflected in Yu Jian's eyes, especially the natural dignity of the comer's eyebrows, which made the flowers in this garden lose color.
The words "Gongzi Shiwushuang" were interpreted vividly on his body.
"Brother Sang Mo, you are here. Tell me about this chess game quickly. Why don't I have any ideas?" Yu Jian asked with a clear admiration in his eyes.
Gong Sangmo's thin lips were slightly raised, with a gentle and light smile on her face, and a pair of phoenix eyes as bright as the stars in the night sky were slightly stunned, "Why, was it stumped by the chess game of your Qianyu sister?"
Yu Jian's mouth was sullen and very discouraged. Two beautiful eyebrows also twisted together.
"Brother Sang Mo, you speak sister Qianyu is only five years older than me. Why would she have so many things? Regarding this chess, the grandfather of the emperor has not won the sister Qianyu once in three years."
Three years ago, sister Qianyu was only twelve years old. Think of yourself being ten years old this year. He has studied hard in the past three years. Even this chess skill was also taught by the master of Nanlou Guo, but he is still Qian Qian Sister Yu's side can't touch it, just like this chess game in recent days, he can't feel the slightest clue, which hurts the man's self-esteem too much.
Gong Sangmo smiled softly at the depressed Yu Jian, but the tenderness condensed by Feng's eyes fell on that slender figure like water.
Yun Qianyu still lowered his head, the soft water eyes glittered like crystal, and the long eyelashes flickered from time to time. The smooth and full forehead is as polished as a jade, and the small, but cocky nose makes people want to pinch it. Yingying's red lips are like dew on the flower in the morning, crystal and moist. The rounded chin is just right.
A piece of silk-like hair, instead of combing two pairs of buns like a girl who is not as good as a girl, but braided on each side, then put it behind him, using a water that is the same as the skirt The blue ribbons are tied together, revealing a kind of casual and free and easy! With that always faint expression, it is hard to make people think that this year is only fifteen.
Xu Shi heard the voice of Yu Jian and Gong Sangmo talking. Yun Qianyu blinked like a butterfly's slightly raised eyelashes, and turned to look at the source of the sound. The stock is very disproportionately quiet for her age. As if nothing could make her feel a ripple!
The two eyes were opposite each other, and Yun Qianyu nodded to Gong Sangmo, then naturally looked back and continued to stare at the chessboard.
Still as cold as ever! Gong Sangmo Feng blinked, glanced at the chess game on the table, smiled at the awaited Yu Jian, and whispered softly, "We'll finish reading before we talk."
Watching the chess without saying a real gentleman, Yu Jian still knew, and nodded obediently.
Gong Sangmo lifted her robe, sat down on the other side, and the waiter immediately stepped forward and poured him a cup of scented tea.
The old man was obviously obsessed with the chess game and did not find an extra person around him.
Gong Sangmo didn't bother to say a word, and his slender hand elegantly held the tea bowl, took a sip, and if there was nothing, he narrowed Yun Qian's words beside him.
In such a quiet atmosphere, time passed quickly, and an hour passed.
The old man finally raised his head and sighed, "Lose again! How are your heads like this girl?" Only then did you see Gong Sangmo sitting and drinking tea.
"Sang Mo, when did you come?"
On the face of the old man, he didn't see the slightest loss of chess, but asked very easily.
"It's been a while since I saw the emperor playing chess deeply, so I didn't bother." Gong Sangmo put down the tea cup and smiled slightly.
Murong Cang glanced at the chess game, "This girl is as cunning as a fox, very powerful. Fight with you!"
Then he scratched his beard and narrowed his eyes, and asked intently: "Girl, how about another plate? I must win you."
There is no such thing as a king of a country in words, but it is very casual.
Yun Qianyu raised his head gently, holding the small face as beautiful as a porcelain doll, looking beyond the fence to a magnificent mountain village on the side of the mountainside.
"Grandpa, I'm afraid it won't be today."
"Why?" Murong asked with a beard's hand.
Before waiting for Yun Qianyu to answer, she saw a pink-clad woman's dress flipped and her feet floated to Yun Qianyu's side.
First gave a gift to Murong Cang, Gong Sangmo, and Yu Jian, and then said: "Master, Situ Hanyi's ceremony to take over the owner of Fengyun Mountain Villa has been completed, and he is about to send someone to invite him to Fengyun Hall."
Yun Qianyu's expressionless face finally had a slight wave.
"It's finally over!"
The words fell away, floating up, picking up a blue veil on the table, covering his face, "Dust, go, see how Situ Hanyi regrets marriage."
The pink-clad woman's mouth twitched, lord, you are the object to be regretted, okay, at this time, can you not be so calm, shouldn't it be accompanied by a heartbreaking, lifeless expression? How to get there is like watching other people lively.
But she also knew in her heart that it might be harder to see the heartbreak of the ruthless little master than to watch the sun rise from the west. She has waited for her for so many years, and she has never seen her second emotion. I don't know who has the ability to entice the master? If that person appears, Chen Xiang will certainly offer him as a god!
In my heart, Chen Xiang's movement was not slow at all, and Fei Xiang followed.
Gong Sangmo Feng blinked, glanced at her and flew away, the dazzling blue figure as beautiful as a flower fairy, holding the teacup tightly.
"Grandpa, Yujian and King of Leisure, Qianyu left first. In the next play, there is no Qianyu, Situ Hanyi can't sing alone." People have gone far, but the soft voice penetrates layers of osmanthus. , Still clear as said in the ear.
Yu Jian touched his head and looked at his grandfather and Gong Sangmo with a confused look: "Sister Qianyu is going to be regretted to marry?"
Gong Sangmo nodded and lowered her eyes.
Murong Cang waved his hands indifferently: "Repent, well, how can a strange woman like your sister Qian Qian be worthy of his Situ Hanyi."
Yu Jian heard that the words were steady and started. He stood up excitedly, clenched his fists in both hands, and touched each other on his chest. He looked with joy and said, "It's great, the grandfather, isn't this jade? When Jian grows up, can he marry Qianyu sister? "
Before Murong Cang answered, Gong Sangmo poured cold and cold water on him, "When your little hair child grows up, your sister, son and daughter in Qianyu will have it."
Yu Jian pursed his lips and muttered, "Where is there such a suspension, isn't it just five years old? I wouldn't disappoint Qianyu sister older than me."
"It's your sister Qian Qian who dislikes you!" Gong Sangmo continued to fight.
Yu Jian was suddenly stunned, the excitement just disappeared, and he sat down and teased with a teacup.
Murong looked at Gong Sangmo deeply, Gong Sangmo naturally raised his tea cup and sipped tea.
Murong Cang looked back. "Sang Mo, you have been shopping outside for three years. When will you return to Beijing?"
Gong Sangmo didn't see the answer, and Murong Cang continued: "I don't have much time, this time it should be the last time."
Gong Sang Mo Feng set her eyes down and put down her tea cup. "For 100 years, Xianwang Mansion only shot when the Blue House was under foreign aggression or somebody rebelled, regardless of the replacement and struggle of the royal throne."
"Yi knows, but Yu Jian is still young, Prince Rui is staring at him, who will give Yu Jian the peace of mind once he gives up?
The vicissitudes of Murong Cang's face did not protect one of his sons. Now the only grandson is still so young, and he is powerless again. What should I do? He looked helplessly and reluctantly at Yu Jian.
Yu Jian stood up immediately and came to Mu Rongcang's side, pulling his sleeve tightly, and a pair of obsidian eyes filled with water vapor.
"The grandfather, don't leave Yujian."
Murong Cang stunned Murong Yujian distressedly and patted him comfortably.
Gong Sangmo looked at the old one and the young one in front of her, and thought for a while, and said, "If there is one person who can do the job, the emperor will admit it."
"Who?" The old face immediately gave a hint of hope.