c74 (1/2)

Chapter 74: Shu Chuan Courtyard (Part 2)

“So it seems that winning a game of chess would equals to getting a request fulfilled. Zhen will try it too.”

The deep male voice sounded a little brisk. In addition to Ming Jian, the two persons in the pavilion stiffen. Xiao Yu recovered first and calmly got up to great Yan Hong Tian before retreating to the side and picked a white porcelain teacup to brew a come of Liu Yue for Yan Hong Tian before separating the black and white chess pieces into the different holders.

When Xiao Yu was busy clearing the chess pieces, Qing Feng finally recovered from her trance. It was not the arrival of Yan Hong Tian that made her stunned, but it was because she saw someone behind Yan Hong Tian… Ming Ze. Wasn’t he a guard in the Palace? Why would he be following Yan Hong Tian to other residences.

“Beloved Concubine look not bad today.”Bring the cup of maroon clear tea to his lips for a sip, the aroma hit him. He usually like red mugwort tea and did not think that the taste of Liu Yue was that unique. No wonder she likes it. Calm and light. Only when water was added then its characteristics would be drawn out, which was somewhat similar to her.

Qing Feng cast some doubts with her eyes and when she looked up, there was only a faint smile, “That would be something to thank the Emperor, for allowing Chenqie to rest ‘quietly’ for so long.” Seeing Yan Hong Tian seated opposite of her, Qing Feng picked up a black chess piece and played with it, “The Emperor really want to play chess with Chenqie? Whoever loses will need to allow the other to do one thing.”`

“Whatever reason not?”

After he finish speaking, Yan Hong Tian picked up a white chess piece and waited for Qing Feng to place hers down.

As Yan Hong Tian is a monarch of a country, even though he did not particularly like playing chess, he had teachers to provide pointers. Except for Lou Xi Yan, he had never lost to another. One naturally did not need to mention about Qing Feng. Qing Mo’s chess skills was world famous, and if one were to play with her own younger sister every day, how weak would her chess skills be? From the beginning both of them started off casually but as the game progresses, they were amazed with each other’s skills. Both of them were prideful persons, they did not give way at all. As the game went on, the more exciting it became.

As both of them were concentrated on pitting against one another in chess, Xiao Yu was attended by the side and Ming Ze had quietly retreated out of the pavilion. Ming Jian wanted to go over but when he saw Ming Ze’s colder than ice expression, he ultimately decided to wait till his temper simmer a little before approaching him. After all the Emperor was still here and Ming Ze still had that stubborn personality. Ming Jian sighed in his heart, its just so difficult to be an elder brother, he obviously arrange for his own good but at the end it seems that it was all his fault.

It did not matter if it was a chest match or martial arts tournament, as long one’s heart was in battle, there will be a winner. Finally, the black pieces had no where else to go. Xiao Yu mentally calculated carefully before smiling at Qing Feng, “Your Ladys.h.i.+p lost by one piece.”

She did not think that Yan Hong Tian’s chess skills would be that high and it made Qing Feng frustrated but she still asked frankly, “What does the Emperor want Chen Qie to do?”

What did he want her to do? Glancing at her increasingly large stomach, Yan Hong Tian found it funny. She was in already such a state, what else can she do? His eyes sweep across the beautiful scenery outside the pavilion and casually said, “Draw Zhen a painting then.”

Painting? Qing Feng thought a bit and smiled, “All right.”

Ru Yi arranges the painting tools properly and Xiao Yu was at the side preparing the ink. She had long heard that Qing Feng was both peerless in books and paintings and after that she saw the painting of the hunting ground at the Emperor’s Imperial Study. At that time when she saw it, she was scared and excited at the same time. It was a pity that she had no chance to see Qing Feng personally painting it. Since there was a chance like this today, she would not miss it.

Yan Hong Tian did not go over to see what Qing Feng was painting and just lay down on the couch and closed his eyes to rest. He was indeed very tired lately. The celebration was finally successfully completed and there were news of pirate ravaging in the East Sea. Only the east of Qiong Yue was facing the sea and not only area was not wide, there was so many years of peace. Thus Qiong Yue’s navy was not strong. With the current issue of the pirates coming to sh.o.r.e to plunder the citizens, it really gave him a headache.

“Finish painting.”

So fast? Only half a s.h.i.+chen (1 s.h.i.+chen = 2 hours) had just pa.s.sed. Yan Hong Tian open his eyes to looked over and he saw Qing Feng placing the brush away to wash with a proud smiling face. But Xiao Yu, who was standing beside her wanted to laugh but did not laugh expression. That made Yan Hong Tian a little curious and he got up to walk over.

Taking a glance at the painting on the stone table, Yan Hong Tian’s face immediately turned black. She actually painted… Him?

On the plain white paper, there was only a roughly sketched chair and he was laying on it just like that. Unlike the previous painting of the grand landscape kind of style, this painting was paled in comparison. The him in the painted had both eyes shut and brows furrowed with the entire body filled with… Exhaustion. It was indeed beneath of a monarch. Yan Hong Tian’s originally sullen heart tightened, he just now actually unabashedly showed his tiredness? Was it that he was this careless or was it her who could read him?

Seeing his brows wrinkled and his dark eyes dulled, even though she did not know what he was thinking about, she knew that his mood was definitely unpleasant. Qing Feng picked the painting up so that Yan Hong Tian would not be able to tear it up and smiled unsparingly, “Didn’t the Emperor said ‘Draw Zhen a painting’, so Chenqie drew a painting of you.”

Qing Feng’s sentence was a fun provocation, interrupting Yan Hong Tian’s cold mood. Yan Hong Tian’s brows raised slightly, this became his fault? After so many days of not sparing, he had forgotten about her craftiness.

“Play another round?”

Her hand was empty and Yan Hong Tian had already folded the painting up and place it into his sleeve. Qing Feng took her hand back indifferently and shook her head nimbly, “No more. It is obvious that that it is beyond one’s capability so one should not force it.” She had did her best just now but still lost so if they still played then it would be frustrating.

“So you know this rationale.” The deep voice was as if it was saying casually but Qing Feng’s heart still s.h.i.+vered uncontrollably, what was the meaning of that sentence? Looking at Yan Hong Tian’s face, he was still putting on that inscrutable face, so that words was a warning or was it said casually? As she was unable to guess in temporarily, Qing Feng thought and pretended to laugh easily, “One should always try out if it is within one’s capabilities.”

“Oh really?” Yan Hong Tian was laughing like he was quite satisfied with her answer. But before waiting for her answer, he strode out of the pavilion leaving Qing Feng stiffen at her original position. Did he… Found out about anything? Why… Did he bring her to this residence?