The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Under the phoenix tree, the man in green holds black and the man in purple holds white.

Fighting in a small space, they understand each other without saying a word.

Yellow leaves fell on the chessboard. Chu Yizhao flicked the fallen leaves with his bare hands. His little finger moved slightly. He blinked twice and pretended that nothing had happened.

"Your Highness, it's your turn."

The man opposite him didn't even raise his eyes, but with a light tap of his fingertips, he returned the two displaced chess pieces to their original positions.

"Your Highness... You have already won three games." Chu Yizhao was annoyed, his cheeks puffed up like a hamster that lost its fruit, "Can't you just let me win?"

“Don’t play dirty”

The man's voice was clear, with a firm seriousness, and the ending seemed to contain a hint of laughter.

"I always lose... it's boring." Chu Yizhao frowned and fiddled with the few white pieces in the chess box.

"It's not easy to eat a seed from you"

Wei Xingli held the white piece between his two fingers and pressed it on the cross line, his voice was gentle,

"You wanted to play chess, but you complained when you lost."

"If you can't afford to play, I'll just admit defeat."

He spread his hands, smiling.

"Nonsense! Who said I can't afford to play?"

Chu Yizhao refused to admit defeat. He reached out his hand and reached into the chess box to grab a black piece. He twisted it between his fingertips and stared at the chessboard with a frown.

The thin and long hands were placed on the knees, the shadows of the fingertips hung in the crisscross pattern. Chu Yizhao's eyes lit up as he scanned the area, and he raised his hand to place the chess piece.

Everything on the chessboard changes in an instant.

Black pieces break the game, White pieces surround it,

The game is done.

The woman laughed sweetly, stood up and clapped her hands.

"I won!"

"Sir, I have only been learning for three hours."

Seeing this, Wei Xingli put his hand on his forehead and looked annoyed.

“Careless”

The wind brings coolness, the flowers fall with fragrance, and the woman stands under the tree with a smile on her face, as beautiful as a banished fairy.

Hiding in his eyes, Wei Xingli was a little intoxicated, and sighed softly, "It's over."

Pick up the dark red brocade box from the tea table,

"Be willing to admit defeat"

An autumn begonia hairpin lies quietly in the box. The warm mutton fat and lifelike carvings all prove its high value.

He wanted to send her directly, but Chu Yizhao suddenly had the urge to have a hand talk with him.

A stinky chess player,

I still get angry after losing a few games.

She cheated and acted like a scoundrel without any scruples. She pushed a live chess piece into a dead position. It's a pity she could do such a thing.

Wei Xingli suddenly felt helpless and amused.

He learned to read at the age of three, learned chess at the age of four, and mastered Linglong at the age of nine.

One day, I had to think about how to lose to my opponent...

The jade hairpin in the box was round and gentle. Wei Xingli's eyes moved. Sometimes, losing is not a bad thing...

The sea of ​​clouds rolls, without a speck of dust on it; the sweet-scented osmanthus falls with a fragrance like drifting scented snow.

Wei Xingli picked up the jade hairpin, stood up and walked in front of the woman. His tall and majestic figure instantly covered her tightly.

The man leaned over slowly, and the scent of pine and sandalwood came over Chu Yizhao. Her heart skipped a beat and she unconsciously wanted to step back. The next moment, strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her up.

"Prince..."

His body suddenly floated in the air. Chu Yizhao was so scared that he wrapped his arms tightly around the man's neck, and his whole body clung to Wei Xingli's arms like a peony bud.

A laugh escaped from the man's throat, warm and unrestrained.

The hand holding the jade hairpin supported the woman's dangling knees, and pressed her against him little by little, their warm bodies pressed against each other through their clothes. Wei Xingli spoke in a low and hoarse voice.

"Call me Xingyu"

Chu Yizhao was so embarrassed that his cheeks were burning.

Cultivate your virtues,

How can he be virtuous like this...

"lecher…"

Chu Yizhao leaned on the man's shoulder and cursed softly, causing the man to laugh out loud.

The jewelry rings jingled and the pearl hairpins swayed, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Wei Xingli carried the man to the tree, and there was just enough space for one person to sit between the thick branches. The branches were up to Wei Xingli's chest, and Chu Yizhao sat in, half a head taller than Wei Xingli. The man looked up at her, his eyes deep, as if he was hiding the stars in the sky on a summer moonlit night.

He handed the jade hairpin in his hand to Chu Yizhao, speaking in a leisurely tone.

"I accept the loss, please pin my hair for me"

Qiuyue Haitang was soft and delicate. She blurted out a sentence at that time: the winner will pin the loser's hair. She just wanted to see Wei Xingli make a fool of himself...

Now it has become an excuse for him to act like a hooligan.

Looking at the hairpin, Chu Yizhao's face flushed red, and his gaze shifted to the man in front of him. That handsome face had a slightly raised eyebrow, and there was undisguised teasing in his eyes.

She was furious and raised her hand to hit him.

"Put me down"

She was afraid of hurting the old sick man, so she held back her strength in her fists. To Wei Xingli, it was just like tickling.

He tilted his head, his long eyebrows were beautiful, his thin and gorgeous skin was stunningly beautiful, his eyes were slightly lowered, with a hint of bewitching intent,

"Amin, call my name..."

"I will do whatever you say..."

The clear voice was slow and seductive, even with a hint of charm. Chu Yizhao's ears were numb and he almost fainted...

evildoer…

The wind blows the leaves down, scattering them one after another. The branches of the phoenix tree are graceful and elegant. The person on the tree is as beautiful as an immortal, lowering her eyebrows and pouting coquettishly.

"Xingyu... carry me down"

The soft whispers made Wei Xingli feel a surge of heat. His throat became hoarse and redness instantly appeared at the corners of his eyes.

He embraced her with his long arms, pulled her soft waist into his arms, and held her tightly in front of him with an irresistible urgency.

"Chu A Ming..."

"You are mine..."

My lover plays the tune of lovesickness.

Just listening to the sound of falling parasol leaves.

...

The fierce warning was still ringing in his ears, and Chu Yizhao felt a chill in his heart.

Wei Xingli is a lunatic, hasn't she seen it before...

Aoyama-in Temple, blood all over the ground...

She's lost her mind...

Just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den?

"Amin, Amin?"

Seeing that she was stunned, Dong Yanwan waved her hand in front of her eyes. Chu Yizhao suddenly came back to his senses and stumbled.

"What...what happened?"

Dong Yanwan smiled and said, "Nothing, I mean, it's not easy to see you."

"You have been recuperating in Guangyin Temple for a while now, and you are finally back."

"Just... why are you living here?"

here…

Chu Yizhao glanced around.

It’s still that gentleman’s work.

There were some problems at Furong Embroidery Workshop, and Chu Yunyu was also enjoying himself in the Marquis' Mansion. She couldn't stay in the South Courtyard all the time, so after her injuries were almost healed, she said goodbye to Wei Xingli.

Wei Xingli was silent for a long time, with a dark and violent look on his face. The images in his mind were so clear and profound that Chu Yizhao shuddered.

Later, Wei Xingli said that Chu Yizhao's reputation would be damaged if he stayed in a stranger's house to recuperate. She didn't really care. Whether her reputation was good or bad, it was of no benefit to her.

Wei Xingli said again that he cared.

Within two days, people in the city spread the rumor that the only daughter of Marquis Quyang had returned from Guangyin Temple after recuperating from her injuries, and that the abbot of Guangyin Temple personally made porridge for her and prayed for her blessings. The rumors were so detailed...

Now that she had "returned", visiting cards that came in response to her name fell on the table like flying flowers. She had originally wanted to move to the courtyard awarded by the Empress Dowager to entertain guests for two days before returning home.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xingli waved his hand and bought the house opposite the South Courtyard.

The old marquis, who was nearly eighty years old and could barely speak, was carried out of the house...

Dong Yanwan's puzzled face was still before him, Chu Yizhao sighed and explained,

"Chu Yingxue's wedding date is approaching, and the Marquis's Mansion has no mistress. I will go back and take care of her wedding. That way everything will be fine. If something doesn't go well, my brother will blame me."

"That's true," Dong Yanwan said, holding her handkerchief, indignant. "She did that and ended up like this, which is a punishment. If you go back now, you will inevitably get into trouble."

"Punishment?" Chu Yizhao smiled coldly, "She got what she wanted and married the man she loved, with fine clothes and delicious food, and a fairy couple. How can this be considered a punishment?"

Dong Yanwan frowned, "She is just a concubine, her reputation is ruined, she has been to jail, and she has no family to rely on. She can't even pass the test of Princess Mengyang..."

Chu Yizhao smiled mysteriously, "Just wait and see."

"I came at the right time. Both sisters are here..."

A crisp voice came from outside the door. The two looked and saw a woman in red, smiling brightly.