Escaped Consort: Hubby, Don't Chase Me

In the second round of the chess game, Yao Sisi faced the furious Zhang Mengmeng again and said, "I forgot to tell you. Just now, I didn't touch your zither at all. Many thanks to you for allowing me to do so." Zhang Mengmeng's eyes were wide open and she was breathing rapidly. Her eyes were filled with hatred, but she still smiled and said, "You want to disturb my mind? Do you think I will fall for your trick?"

Yao Sisi didn't reply. She placed an ancient remnant on the board and said, "Oh, really? Now, I ask Miss Zhang to enlighten me. If you can solve this mess, Fourth Prince can give it to little sister. It will depend on whether little sister has the ability to do so! "

The more she looked at it, the paler her face became. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead; she could not solve this problem, this was clearly a game left behind from ancient times, how could she solve it?

Yao Sisi felt it was extremely funny, but she resisted herself. When she saw them explaining Go, she suddenly had a sliver of interest in the game and even studied it. Originally, she had thought it would be a bit different from the ones here, but after looking up the board and seeing that it was the same type of Go, she had already predicted that she would win. Seeing that Zhang Mengmeng had not finished her sentence yet, she said, "Miss Zhang, shouldn't you admit defeat now?"

Zhang Mengmeng pointed at Yao Sisi and stammered, "You, you!"

"Could it be that Miss can't afford to lose?" Yao Si's calmness and calmness made Zhang Mengmeng speechless. If she did not admit defeat obediently, it would only make her seem petty.

"You did explain why I saved you and admitted defeat." Zhang Mengmeng quickly regained her senses and looked at Yao Sisi with a sharp gaze. She wanted to tear off a piece of meat and swallow it down.

Yao Sisi pointed at Blackie and remained calm and collected. Black point was just this one move. White 2 standing, black 3 crawling. White 4 stand again, black 5 squeeze first, then 7 stand, white death. Black 5 such as direct 7 points, white in 5 crowded, forming a double live. The Life and Death Chess was undone just like that.

Zhang Mengmeng looked at Yao Sisi in shock. The others were also shocked. How could this girl be able to easily solve this life-and-death game that many people were unable to solve? Her victory left everyone speechless.

The next step was the book. Yao Si admitted defeat without even thinking about it. She wasn't willing to hold a brush in her hand to list words that were similar to a dog's crawl. Furthermore, if she won too smoothly, how could she display her power? Since she was in the limelight, she had to follow through with the wind.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air at this admission of defeat. They all sat up straight, hoping that Yao Sisi would bring them more surprises.

Then there was the 'painting' competition, which everyone had completed in the time it took for an incense stick to burn.

From the start of the match, Zhang Mengmeng was busy, completely focused on her work. At this moment, the surroundings were completely silent. Everyone held their breath, quietly waiting for the result to appear. Only Yao Sisi, who had nothing better to do, looked around while winking at Zuo Wanfan.

"Miss Yao, you can start drawing now." Little Shun Zi kindly reminded her, afraid that she would miss her match time.

"Well, right away. Can I ask for a change of pen? " Yao Sisi, this brush of mine doesn't feel like it can be used properly.

"Is there a problem with Miss's pen? This servant will have someone to replace the young miss. " Shocked, Little Shun Zi asked with concern.

"Uh, no, it's not a problem with the brush. It's just that I'm not used to using this kind of pen. Just give me a piece of charcoal." As expected, everyone's mocking gazes and disdainful expressions were directed towards her. The ancient people only had one type of brush, and tonight, she was already shocking enough, but even if Yao Sisi explained it, she would only make it worse. Soon, Little Shun Zi still gave her a piece of pitch black charcoal.

The time it took for an incense stick to burn passed quickly. Zhang Mengmeng was brimming with confidence as she leisurely retreated. Only Yao Sisi was left, struggling to draw her last line.

"Isn't this the Third Marquis?" Suddenly, someone from the crowd cried out in alarm, causing everyone to cast their gazes at the painting written by Zhang Mengmeng on the stage.

From the perspective of the whole, the painting had a large outline. The man in the painting was elegant and unrestrained, with an air of elegance and elegance. His eyes, which had been used since he was young, showed a combination of movements and movements. Between his brows, there was a glimmer of wisdom. His eyes were cold and sharp like a mountain while his eyes shone like the moon.

She was able to depict the characters in this painting so meticulously, so perfectly, that the hidden adoration in her heart was revealed through words. Yao Sisi really didn't expect Zhang Mengmeng to be such a bold and lovable woman. How could she have so brazenly revealed her feelings? Could it be that the women of ancient times were so reserved that her generation was ruined? Yao Sisi thought to herself and thought to herself, What a boring question.

Looking at her picture, she saw a cartoon pig holding a corn cob and laughing. On the other hand, it vividly depicted the little pig's honest and honest nature, and brushstrokes were truly rare.

Each one had its own unique characteristics. Zhang Mengmeng was very realistic while Yao Sengsheng was original. In the end, it was decided to be a draw.

Now that it was 2: 1, whether they were competing or not, they were already the winners. Therefore, Yao Sisi stuck her tongue out at Zhang Mengmeng and said, "Bye bye, thank you for letting me win!"

Zhang Mengmeng was about to explode, but her father stopped her in time. She walked back to her seat and sat down with a sullen expression. If looks could kill, she, Yao Sisi, would have been killed countless times by the flames in her eyes.

"Yao Sisi, I believe that the story you've just told should still have half to go. I would really like to hear it." She really wanted to hear her sing another song. It had nothing to do with love.

Yao Sisi had just swallowed a mouthful of water when she looked up at the emperor on the stage in disbelief, cursing fiercely in her heart. Being the emperor is amazing, is this what you want, this is simply an order, what the f * ck is this, she's not a singer from the brothel, if you want to listen, just listen, she's really a black-skinned pig. If I knew this earlier, I wouldn't have made up any stories, and I wouldn't have given you any extra money to wash your mouth.

"Miss Yao, the emperor asked you a question?" Zhang Mengmeng pretended to be kind and reminded him.

Who told her that this was an imperial power society, and she couldn't afford to offend this human King of Hell. She put on a smile and said, "Your majesty is indeed wise and discerning, you are simply the embodiment of your beauty and wisdom, the combination of chivalry and righteousness, the heroes of the chivalry, the dragons and phoenixes of the world, all these are unrivalled in this world. My respect for you is like an unending torrent of water, and also like the unstoppable flood of the Yellow River."

After Yao Si's blabbering, Zuo Ran Fan laughed lightly and said, "Oh Yao, my dear sir, this daughter of yours is such a treasure!" It proved once again that flattery was important.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for praising this ignorant girl."

"My beloved is too humble!" He then turned to Yao Sisi and said, "Quickly tell me what happened. This Emperor can't wait any longer."

Yao Sisi drank a few mouthfuls of tea and spoke slowly. Eighteen years later, Meiroll was transferred back to his hometown as an official, and at the ferry, he met the flower that had been waiting for him. Two identical flowers stood in front of him, and he was shocked that the wife he had always loved was not the person he wanted to love, on the one hand was the wife he had shared for eighteen years, the mother of his children, and on the other was the person he loved deeply. No matter who he chose, it would be betrayal. He was extremely conflicted in his heart, extremely blaming himself for not being able to notice that she wasn't her. He looked at her pale face that was like a flower turning around and leaving, wanting to chase after her, but he discovered that he didn't have the qualifications.