"Brilliant! How did Qingqing come up with such an ingenious move? "
Feng Cang could feel the mysteriousness of this young lady. Was she really the useless Third Miss that everyone was talking about? Why did she keep surprising him, from banquets to chess?
"I learned it from time to time. Your Highness, why don't we exchange a few moves? " Murong Qiqi had long been itching to try. Her opponent was the God of War, so she wondered how good he was at talking on paper!
Feng Cang smiled when he saw the young lady's spirited eyes. "Qingqing, why not? I'm willing! "
The two of them played chess in the carriage. Although Feng Cang was a newbie, he had actual combat experience, and chess was no different from a military duel. It only took three or four tries for Feng Cang to become familiar with the game, and Murong Qiqi couldn't help but admire his intelligence.
Feng Cang grew more and more impressed by the inventor of chess. Thousands of soldiers and horses were all on this chessboard. This was a condensed miniature battlefield! It looked like a game of chess, but it was also a simulation of two armies facing each other!
"Checkmate!" Murong Qiqi put down the 'horse'. "Your Highness, it's your turn!"
"This Prince has lost …" Feng Cang sighed.
"Your Highness, you've only just started playing chess, but you're already so good at it. You'll definitely surpass me in the future." Murong Qiqi knew that even if she won, it was only because she had played chess for so many years.
"Since Qingqing has said so, why don't we play another game?"
Ten days passed quickly. In these ten days, Feng Cang's carriage was filled with noises of 'kill', 'beat', 'dui', 'checkmate', 'double checkmate', and so on. Murong Qiqi's voice was soft, while Feng Cang's was loud, attracting the attention of the surrounding Eagle Riders. They wondered what the two were doing inside.
However, the two seemed to be on good terms, which made everyone happy, except for Jin Mo. He was still brooding over the fact that Feng Cang had gone out to look for Murong Qiqi that night and delayed his treatment. Whenever he saw Murong Qiqi, his face would always darken.
Fortunately, Murong Qiqi turned a blind eye to all of this because she had found a new source of entertainment, and that was a game of chess with Feng Cang. This person was a genius! By applying the art of war to chess, it only took a few days for him to be evenly matched with Murong Qiqi.
Murong Qiqi had been practicing chess for many years, and she had even received the guidance of a famous master. Now, in just a few days, Feng Cang had already achieved what she had achieved in the past decade. Murong Qiqi was beginning to admire Feng Cang from the bottom of her heart.
Murong Qiqi began to admire Feng Cang, and Feng Cang loved his little consort even more. He was even thinking that if Murong Qiqi was a man, she would definitely not be inferior to him. She would definitely be a war god.
It was fortunate that Murong Qiqi was a woman, and she was his consort. If she was a man and loyal to West Qi, she might be able to compete with him on the battlefield. In that case, it was hard to tell who would win and who would lose.
Finally, they arrived at the capital of the North Zhou Dynasty, Yanjing. The capital was bustling with activity because the Southern Lin King was going to bring the new Princess back. Feng Cang's carriage slowly drove in, and the people on both sides of the road welcomed him. It was fortunate that there were people here to maintain order, otherwise, they would not have been able to reach the Prince's Mansion smoothly.
"Aiya, why isn't Brother Cang here yet?" Wanyan Baozhu tiptoed and looked around the entrance of the Prince's Mansion. "Ning 'er, send someone to take a look!"
"Princess, His Highness has entered the city, and he will be here soon!" The palace maid beside Wanyan Baozhu, Ning 'er, reported the news to Wanyan Baozhu with a smile. "You better wait patiently! You will be able to see His Highness soon! "
"Ning 'er, have you found out? Is that Murong Qiqi really that ugly? "
Hearing that Feng Cang was about to arrive, Wanyan Baozhu hurriedly tidied up her dress, but she did not forget to ask about Murong Qiqi.
"Princess, it's true! Murong Qiqi is really a good-for-nothing and an ugly woman! "Yong 'er was fixing Wanyan Baozhu's braids." Princess, don't worry! You are the number one beauty of the North Zhou Dynasty, how can you lose to a good-for-nothing! "
"Yes!" Wanyan Baozhu nodded. Brother Cang was her groom, and she would never give him up! Regardless of whether the other party was the princess of Xi Qi or someone else, she would never forgive anyone who dared to stand in the way of Princess Nan Lin!
Just as Wanyan Baozhu was about to lose her patience, Feng Cang's carriage finally appeared at the end of the street.
"Brother Cang!" Wanyan Baozhu's heart leaped with joy. She wanted to rush over immediately, but was stopped by Ning 'er. "Princess, be dignified! Be reserved! Have you always wanted to learn from Miss Mu? She will not lift her dress and run like a man! "
"Yes, yes, I must be dignified and reserved!"
Hearing Ning 'er's words, Wanyan Baozhu immediately stopped and stood at the door. Men all liked gentle and virtuous women. She must change her fiery temper and become a little girl! She did not want to lose to Mu Yudie!
The carriage finally stopped in front of the Nan Lin Palace.
"Qingqing, we are here!"
Before Wanyan Baozhu could call out "Brother Cang", Feng Cang held Murong Qiqi's hand and carefully got off the carriage. Wanyan Baozhu was dumbfounded by his attentive and caring manner. Was this still the Feng Cang who kept people at arm's length? When had he ever been so amiable towards a woman?
Looking at the person Feng Cang was protecting, it was Murong Qiqi? Wanyan Baozhu stared at Murong Qiqi and sized her up. Her facial features were ordinary and could only be considered delicate. Furthermore, she was a conferred princess. She was not as distinguished as herself! But why was Brother Cang holding her hand? Did something happen along the way?!
Murong Qiqi did not notice Wanyan Baozhu. Instead, she raised her head and looked at the plaque at the entrance of the palace. "Nan Lin Duke". The three words were grand and proud. One look and one could tell that it was written by a famous calligrapher.
"Good calligraphy!" Murong Qiqi praised.
"Qingqing is also interested in calligraphy?" Hearing Murong Qiqi's words, Feng Cang was instantly interested.
"Your Highness, who wrote this plaque?"
"It was written by Brother Cang!" Before Feng Cang could reply, a haughty voice interrupted.
Murong Qiqi finally saw Wanyan Baozhu. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old and had a height of 1.68 meters. Her skin was slightly red, revealing a healthy color. She had willowy eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and cherry lips. Her hair was braided and hung down her back. She wore a sapphire blue beaded hat and a sapphire blue robe. On her feet was a pair of deerskin boots embroidered with blue sequins. What an energetic chick!
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