Feng Xing

As the saying goes, the golden-horned silver-edge grass belly.

Weiqi pays attention to the layout. The general idea of ​​playing chess is to occupy the corner first, and then split the edge, showing a tendency to surround and develop towards the middle.After all, Go is mainly a word.

The "Luozi Tianyuan" refers to the position of the most central position in the whole chessboard.It's not impossible to play like this, but the first son is in this position. Either he won't be able to play chess, or he pretends to be a master of chess, and he has contempt for contempt.

Zong Yue naturally cannot play chess, so there is only one possibility, he is contemptuous.

Feng Sheng was unmoved, very mediocre in the lower left corner, and did not respond to Zong Yue's contempt, so the two of you came and went.

For a master, it is not difficult at the beginning of a game of chess, and it takes almost no brain to know how to arrange.So the two came down very fast, and Zhichun who came up with tea only felt dazzled for a while, and the two fell into a dozen children.

She carefully placed the tea on the table and was about to pull back, and was stopped by Feng Sheng.

"Find some snacks to eat."

Zhichun glanced at Zong Yue, silently, went to the side to open the tea cabinet, and took out a few small dishes from the inside.

There are sunflower seeds, chestnuts, fennel beans, spiced peanuts, there are two kinds of melon seeds, and a plate of candied fruit.Zhiqiu went to move Zhang Xiaoji and set it aside.

Feng Sheng waved his hand and the two retreated, and she touched the seeds to eat.

At this moment, the chess game has reached a critical point and it is played very slowly.Feng Sheng eats a small bite, but can pass the time.

I could see that she was able to do so well, otherwise she would be so crunchy.

Zong Yue listened to this voice and looked at the chess face again, tightening the back molar.

"This seed is good, did you change it?"

Zhichun said: "The one I used to buy was closed. This is a new store. If the young master likes it, the slave-in-law will let them buy some more."

"Not bad."

Zong Yue finally dropped a son, Feng Sheng vacated a hand to pick up the chess pieces, and placed it gently on the chessboard.

It was Zong Yue's turn again.

With a few more hands, Zong Yue threw the pinch in his hand aside.

"You have nothing to say to me?"

"what?"

Zong Yue stretched his lips, looking at the innocent face opposite.

It was really innocent. The brown-black scarf lined her face very white, and her pale face was a little bit more wanton flying because of the ink-like eyebrows.

It was completely different from the first time she saw her.

It was also different from the Sun family that day, under the eyes of all eyes, she was a sharp bluff.Even with Yangzhou goodbye, sometimes Zong Yue is really wondering how many faces she has.

"Need this king to remind you?"

Feng Sheng blinked: "Does His Royal Highness mean life-saving grace? The student thanked you. Since His Highness mentioned this matter again, I would like to thank you again. If it were not your Highness, I might be worried about my life that day. "

Zong Yue felt a little bit of anger, and the nameless fire was even worse.

"Fang Fengsheng, are you stupid with this king?" He didn't believe she didn't know what he was talking about.

"His Royal Highness, students really don't understand what you say..."

Zong Yue stood up and overturned the chessboard because the action was too violent.He didn't stay, swept away like a gust of wind.

"Hey, you said that this person is really inexplicable, what's wrong?"

With this in his mouth, Feng Sheng looked at his back, but his eyes were a little weird.After standing for a while, she squatted down to pick up the chess pieces. The stunned Zhichun Zhiqiu also came over to pick up the chess pieces.

"Disappointment! You pick it up, I will go out." Feng Sheng straightened his waist.

"Master, where are you going, it's so cold outside, your illness is still not good."

"I'm going to Brother Fan."

Fan Jinchuan is not in the back office, but in the front office.

Feng Sheng found him in the study room behind the second hall.

"Brother Xian."

After seeing Feng Sheng, Fan Jinchuan's eyes flickered after the big case, "But something happened, I still have some official duties here."

"It's nothing important. It's a bit weird not seeing the adult for several days."

"What's weird?" Fan Jinchuan stood up and pretended to look for something in front of the bookcase. "I have been busy with business for a while, so I have no time to see the younger brother. The younger brother's illness is better? The doctor has asked you to raise more days. You still seldom run outside. Now that the weather is cold, you might be attracted to wind chills."

"I stayed bored in the room before I walked out." Feng Sheng came closer, looked at the book case, and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "As for my strangeness, of course, it is Brother Fan's attitude, I I always think Brother Fan seems to be hiding from me recently."

"Hide you? How is it possible that the younger brother misunderstood, I am just busy with business recently."

Therefore, people are too honest and honest, which is not a good thing. For example, Fan Jinchuan, he said such a lie, it is too obvious, and it is very guilty at first glance.

Feng Sheng was helpless and went to a chair next to him to sit down.

"What happened?"

"It's really okay, don't think about it."

"But I'm your master. If you keep shitting like this and avoiding attitudes, maybe my master can't do it anymore."

Fan Jinchuan was shocked and said bitterly: "Is it because of His Royal Highness?"

Feng Sheng asked curiously: "Why do adults think so?"

Fan Jinchuan couldn't stand it anymore, it was always too rude to carry it on his back.He took a book and walked to the book case, but instead of sitting down, he began to organize the desktop again.

"Wei King seems to be here for you. He once thought of trying to recruit you as a Qing Ke, and he can't see that this thought has not been dispelled, so..."

"So you think I will leave with King Wei?"

"He has a life-saving grace for you, if he speaks, presumably the good brother refuses to refuse."

Feng Sheng's face froze: "Who told you that I will go with him?"

Fan Jinchuan raised her eyes to see her: "Won't that wise brother go with King Wei?"

His eyes were too clear, and with some unclear anxieties, Feng Sheng was very angry, but Huo Er was inexplicably gone and became helpless.

"We haven't finished what we want to do, how could I leave."

Fan Jinchuan's eyes lit up.

"So I didn't plan to leave?"

"You really want me to go?"

Somehow, Fan Jinchuan didn't dare to look at her eyes: "Of course not, it's just..." The tone suddenly became low, and after a while, he said, "I'm really ashamed of my brother."

"Why are you ashamed?"

Fan Jinchuan didn't say it at first, he couldn't stand Fang Fengsheng staring at himself, he shook his head fiercely, a bit like a wreck.

"The younger brother took the stigma to himself, but I stayed out of it. The younger brother went through hardships outside, but I sit back and relax. Even this time, His Royal Highness King Wei realized that his younger brother might be in danger. I feel that if it’s not His Royal Highness who insisted on going, I am afraid that the younger brother... even this time, I know who is the culprit behind, but I am helpless... The longer I stay here, sometimes I really doubt whether I can be good. An official, and where is the definition of being a good official..."

Is this lost?

But Feng Sheng is not surprised about Fan Jinchuan’s confusion. Throwing a nerd into such a place will inevitably break his three-view reorganization, and the result of this reorganization may be two extremes, which may be high-spirited and more determined. Beliefs may also fall into disregard and follow the waves.

Feng Sheng certainly didn't want Fan Jinchuan to fail, whether it was based on what she wanted to do, or her position as a friend or even a bartender.

"Regarding my stigmatization, you are not involved in this matter. This is not what we have discussed before? In a scene, some people always have black faces and some people have red faces, so it is indispensable, so Brother Fan seems to have done nothing. How do you know you didn’t work? As for being a good officer, I can’t answer this question. I can only say that when you feel discouraged, think about your original intention."

"What was your original intention?"

What was his original intention?

Be a good official.

But the definition of a good official is too vague. The word'good official' is just an inherent idea given to him externally. He knows that a good official is good, and corrupt officials are bad.Just like talking on paper, he thought that the good officer would be a good officer as long as I did it. But when I came to Taizhou, I found that I wanted to be a good officer who did not follow the crowd and do practical things for the people. Too hard.

It's like being stuck in a giant net. There is always something you want to do but you can't do anything about it.He believes in the gentleman's way, it seems that it is not so useful, he even has to learn to be circuitous, even to do a little surface to see, it is not so'right' thing...

The old farmer's face suddenly appeared in front of him—

"Actually everyone here knows, but no one dares to say, no one dare to tell you! I am old, the family is dead, all died in the flood, and I am left with an old bone. , I’m not afraid of death..."

"It's all blocking, how to sparse? God is not benevolent, corrupt officials are rampant, officials only see the silver, but can't see the people, so this is a god!"

Fang Fengsheng's face appeared again in front of his eyes—

"Do you dare to risk the world?"

"Only when the two Huai Rivers are in chaos, and the chaos is unbearable to the Holy Spirit, can we stand up and stand..."

"I can't answer this question for you. I can only say that when you feel discouraged, think about your original intention. What is your original intention?"

...

"Brother?"

Fan Jinchuan looked back, only to find that Fang Fengsheng didn't know when he had walked outside the door.

"Brother, I have one more thing to say."

"What's the matter?" Feng Sheng looked back with a smile.

Looking at her face, Fan Jinchuan was a little dazed.

Thinking about the situation of King Wei holding Fang Xiandi that day, and Gou Qing's expression of laughing and drinking with him, he forgot to say something for a while, but he just thought that Fang Xiandi looked like this inexplicably.

"how?"

"No, nothing."

In the afternoon in the former government office, Fan Jinchuan's ghost messenger always remembered this matter.

After returning to Houya at night, he couldn't help asking Xiaoqi.

"What do you think of Fang Xiandi's appearance?"

This can ask Xiao Qi to be ashamed.

"Son, the little one didn't understand what you meant."

"That's, it's..." Fan Jinchuan swallowed back to his mouth, "Forget it, nothing."

Xiao Qi was even confused, and could not help scratching his head.

That being said, Fan Jinchuan couldn't help but pay attention to Fang Fengsheng. He even made excuses to see Fang Fengsheng many times in order to find out whether good-looking is his illusion.

"Brother Fan, it's your turn."

Fan Jinchuan recovered, and could not help but glance at her again.

The lights dimmed, and Feng Sheng's white and jade-like face was stained with honey.She was looking down at the chessboard, her thick eyelashes curled up, her long eyebrows dyed like ink, and she was firm and beautiful.She leaned halfway on the soft pillow and touched the dark red beads unconsciously with one hand, looking lazy and comfortable.

"Brother Fan, can't you still get off, just go and rest?"

"Let's go, of course, this game hasn't finished yet." Fan Jinchuan hurriedly put down his son. This one happened to be a sheep in a tiger's mouth. Feng Sheng couldn't help but frown: "Forget it, I think Brother Fan It seems that there is something wrong, the mind is not playing chess, it is not too early, I want to rest, and Brother Fan will go back to rest."

"Good, good."

Fan Jinchuan stood up and hurriedly walked out of the door, Feng Sheng glanced at his back in doubt.

...

"Five colors are blinding, five sounds are deafening, five flavors are refreshing, galloping and hunting, people are crazy, rare goods, it is good..."

"Master Fan, what are you talking about?"

Fan Jinchuan stopped suddenly, and looked at Zong Yue and De Wang, who were standing in the dark, by the lamp under the corridor.

It was Dewan who spoke.

The night breeze was very cold and it felt like it was going to snow.

Blowed by the cold wind, Fan Jinchuan immediately felt that his head was sober.

"No, nothing, how did His Royal Highness stand here? This is—"

"Ben Wang has nothing to come out."

Come out for a walk at this time?

However, Fan Jinchuan didn't even care about this at the moment. He nodded to King Wei and said a few words to avoid the cold, so he hurried away.

De Wang peeped at Zong Yue's face and said, "This adult Fan still has this quirk. Is it because he has read a lot of books and read his mind, and walks and endorses."

"He read the Tao Te Ching."

"Daode Jing?" Well, telling Dewang the Daode Jing is simply playing the piano with cattle.

Seeing Zongyue stopping, he asked carefully: "Your Highness, are you still looking for Master Fang?"

Zong Yue didn't speak and turned back.

The five colors are blind, the five sounds are deaf, the five flavors are refreshing, and the galloping and hunting are crazy...

What is driving Fanzi Jin, who has always been ceremonial and ceremonial, crazy?

Dewang faintly seemed to hear a broken voice, but he didn't dare to raise his head, and followed him.