Chapter 7

In the moonlight, Ling Miaomiao looked up, pale, with a pair of apricot eyes staring at him pitifully.

There are two deep dark blue under her eyes. Suddenly, she sees it, which is a little shocking.

"I..." She hesitated to open her mouth, biting her lower lip, as if it was hard to say Insomnia. "

"Insomnia?" Mu Sheng held his arm, did not find fault with her answer, just said with a smile, "Oh, it seems that I didn't sleep well." He came closer and looked down at her face. There was a seamless look of concern on her face. "Miss Ling has insomnia for no reason. Is there something on her mind?"

Ling Miaomiao evaded his eyes and said, "the routine is coming. The Black Lotus is beginning to make a routine again.".

"It's something on my mind." She nodded weakly, following the murmur.

"It's about young master Liu?" He looked at Liu Fu Yi's window with a smile but not a smile.

"That's not true." Miaomiao squatted down with a sigh, "I just can't sleep. I want to have a chat with someone." She looked up at Mu Sheng and lowered her voice. "I didn't expect that you were all asleep. Only the light in brother Liu's room was still on. I wanted to call him, but I was afraid of disturbing him. I was hesitating."

Mu Sheng looked at her with a pair of watery eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking. Unfortunately, behind the soft watery color was a deep and bottomless whirlpool.

For a moment, he reached out his hand and intimately put it on her shoulder. Ling Miaomiao subconsciously shrunk for a moment, but he didn't hide. He used some strength on his arm and gently fished her around. "That's a coincidence. I haven't slept yet. Let me chat with Miss Ling."

Miaomiao let Musheng turn, forced away from the leading group's residence, all the way rigid in the path paved with bluestone.

She thought, I'm afraid that heilianhua is worried that she is not good for muyao, so she will drive her away and take her to a remote place to destroy her body.

"Well, Mr. mu, where are we going?"

At this time, there was a faint cicada chirping. Occasionally, there was a huge frog chirping in the pond. The moonlight was shining on the lush grass, which seemed to coat it with a layer of fuzzy pearls. From the cuffs of Mu Sheng came the fragrance of plum blossom, which seemed to be nothing, and kept drilling into Miaomiao's nose.

The night wind brings the last chill of late spring. Mu Sheng's tone is casual: "taking a walk is good for Miss Ling to fall asleep."

"Then you..." Miaomiao kept bending his head down to avoid his shackles. "Do you have to walk with me like this?"

Mu Sheng spread his hand, and his hair tail was lifted by the wind. He rubbed his wrist wrongly. "I thought Miss Ling could pick vegetables from my bowl. I must be so familiar with her that I didn't care about these empty rites."

Ling Miaomiao was at a loss for a moment. Mu Sheng glanced sideways, "or is Miss Ling's intimacy only special to young master Liu?"

"I'm afraid you misunderstood it." Ling Miaomiao put it on and hugged his arm. "In fact, I don't care about the courtesy at all. I don't show it on weekdays. I'm just afraid to scare you." She felt Mu Sheng's tight body and laughed, "look, isn't Mu son scared?"

"No way." Mu Sheng immediately converged and was about to diffuse the darkness of the fundus of the eye, obediently let her pull.

"It's too cold outside." Ling Miaomiao shrunk in the night wind and boldly pulled up the murmur, "why don't you Mr. mu, would you like to come to my room? "

At the end of the speech, I realized that my heart beat violently, like stealing something.

The princess's boudoir is large and luxurious. The ground is covered with soft Persian carpets. Even the curtains hanging on the bed are layers of mackerel gauze, thin as cicada wings. The breeze blows, and the gauze curtains float like thin clouds in the sky.

There are several crane shaped lamps standing in the room, one by one. There are low candlesticks at the base of the wall. Every few steps there are one, high and low, shining brightly, which makes the room as bright as day.

There is also a delicate six side glazed lamp on the table, which is placed beside the chessboard and gives a black spot warm and greasy glaze.

The long eyelashes of Mu Sheng drooped slightly, and the shadow fell on his white face. He looked at the chessboard for a long time, and his eyebrows frowned unconsciously. His nails were neatly manicured, and the pieces were rubbing at his fingertips unintentionally.

Ling Miaomiao rolled up her sleeve, thought for a few seconds, and then made a decision.

Mu Sheng instantly frowned, "Miss Ling..." He said half a sentence, brow impatience was forced down by reason, gently breathed, continue to fall.

When Ling Miaomiao raised her hand again, she found that Mu Sheng was staring at her hand tightly. She looked at his forbearance and was amused.

At the moment when she was born, he couldn't control his mean tone: "Miss Ling Can you play chess? "

"Not really." Miaomiao laughs apologetically.

Not really? It's all under the hood! Mu Sheng's anger spread like luxuriant weeds in an instant. He glanced at it and found that it was already the third shift.

I knew early that she was mentally ill. She didn't sleep in the middle of the night and played with people on purpose. He is also sick, and even accompany her to play.

"Don't be angry, Mr. mu." Miaomiao glanced at the coldness in Musheng's eyes and apologized softly, "I don't play traditional go very well, but..." She pointed to the chessboard. "Look at it more carefully?"

Mu Sheng glances at the chessboard in a bad mood. It's the sunspot that he thinks carefully, and the white one that she does as she likes. After watching for a long time, he doesn't see why."Take a look..." Her hand along the chessboard of a row of white strokes, careful to remind the way, "they are in a row."

"Well, I see it." Mu Sheng repressed her anger and looked at her coldly, almost sneering.

Only a fool would deliberately string the pieces together.

"I'll explain to you that it's a popular way of playing in Taicang county. It's as interesting as your way of playing." Miaomiao looked at him with a smile, "whoever becomes five in a row first wins. It's for Gobang."

It is said that "Nu Wa made man and Fu Xi made chess". Gobang started before go and flourished in Yao and Shun dynasties. It was loved by ancient people and people in the streets. Although it is not as high-end as go, who dares to question the weight of Gobang in history? She didn't talk nonsense, Mu Sheng didn't know, only that he was ignorant.

Mu Sheng looked at her face, slightly distracted.

He is such an awkward existence in Mu family Apart from providing food and clothing, almost no one took charge of him. Most of his skills are taught by his sister. Mu Yao is the eldest daughter of the demon catching family. She has a heavy responsibility. She goes out early and comes back late. She has to learn everything, and she can live up to expectations.

Muyao likes playing chess very much. Unfortunately, her parents are busy catching demons. She only has a lot of theories. After all, she lacks an opponent.

So she quietly taught Mu Sheng that they often compete with each other to improve their chess skills.

He only knew that there was one way to play go, the one mu Yao taught him.

"What are you looking at me for?" Wonderful joy, "don't believe it?"

Mu Sheng turned to stare at the chessboard: "it's really the first time I've heard about it."

Miaomiao messed up the chess on the chessboard and brushed it aside: "don't underestimate Gobang. It looks simple, but in fact it's learned a lot." She stopped thoughtfully and asked, "Mu Sheng, are you good at chess?"

“……” The young man was rarely silent.

He's in Mu's family. He's dispensable. Everyone bullies him. However, what others don't know is that no matter in any field, as long as he has the opportunity to contact, he will learn knowledge like a irrigated seedling, and try his best to make himself more powerful and perfect.

It's the same with chess. What's more, it's taught by my sister.

At the beginning, he always lost. Later, Mu Yao was no longer his opponent. However, he seldom beat his sister, most of the time, he deliberately lost chess.

Because Mu Yao didn't like his treacherous style of chess, and didn't like him to win by all means. Since his elder sister didn't like it, he didn't win. He preferred to be naive and stupid, coy and uncertain, and begged Mu Yao: "elder sister I don't know how to get there. "

At that time, Mu Yao would show a helpless smile and pat his head: "no, we must go down to the end."

"But I will lose. My sister is going to win."

Mu Yao raised her face: "you can't stop because you're afraid of losing. Come on, ah Sheng, let's go."

In fact, he will not lose, he also knows how to let muyao win without any trace.

However, Mu Yao has not played chess with him for a long time. Because Liu Fuyi is also a master among them. He is the type of steady and decent chess style that my sister appreciates most. They're both on the same team.

The sound and the light of the eyes gradually deepened.

Miaomiao saw that the face of the black lotus was as white as a jade. She was not sure whether it was sunny or not. She regretted that she was talkative.

Look at this, it must be bad. Who let her not go, can't see the way, Black Lotus hard and hard for a long time, let her play

There was a sudden sense of guilt in my heart.

“…… As I just said, Gobang looks simple, but it's actually very difficult. " She turned the topic tactfully against her heart. "No matter how well you play go, you may not be able to control this little Gobang."

She divided the pieces, left the black one for herself, and pushed the white one to his side, "play a game?"

Mu sound looking at in front of a box of white son, frown: "changed son?"

"Yes." Ling Miaomiao bent her eyes and picked up a white son to show him. The lantern reflected in her eyes, like two small moons. "This is Yunzi. Its color is like tender teeth. It's as white as mugongzi. It's so beautiful."

Mu Sheng

In the fourth watch, the night is the deepest, and everything sleeps.

The light in Ling Miaomiao's room is still on. Mu Sheng and Ling Miaomiao sit face to face.

"Mu Sheng, you lost!"

"Mu Sheng, you lost again!"

"Let me win again! How are you? Don't let me down! "

The murmur paused Come again. "

When he was tired, he looked at Miaomiao on the opposite side. She rudely pinned a strand of broken hair behind her ear. He leaned forward and fixed his eyes on the chessboard. For a long time, like a cat with a mouse in its eyes, she arched her body and caught the prey.

"Musheng, you see, you lose again!" She was overjoyed with a sly schadenfreude on her brow.

He glanced down and, sure enough, found a row of continuous sunspots hidden in a mess of pieces that were about to occupy the whole chessboard.Mu Sheng frowned and complained, "I've lost my eyes."

"I've lost my eyes, too!" She is still immersed in joy, the smile on her face has not faded, ecstatic, "then how can I find it?"

There is nothing to say. It suddenly occurred to him that when he was wandering in the world, he had heard a sentence about: he wanted to be friends with a man and have a drink with him; he wanted to be friends with a woman and watch a play with her. This is not accurate, some women, accompany her to play a few games of chess, she even "Mu childe" did not call.

Four more days later, Ling Miaomiao was still energetic and enthusiastic with a thick black eye. This kind of madness is generally excited, obviously also infected with Mu Sheng, his only a few silk sleepiness also disappeared.

"Ling Yu." Mu Sheng began to call her.

"Don't call me Ling Yu." Miaomiao broke down and said, "it's ugly."

Ling Yu, is not the prison, trapped in the original life?

Mu Sheng completely abandoned his politeness mask and raised his eyelids: "the three words" Miss Ling "are awkward."

"Then you call me a nickname, wonderful."

“……” After a pause, he didn't call out. Instead, under the headache of staying up late, he said, "I also have a word, which is called Ziqi."

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