Male God, a Little Su

The cook was dug out of the bed in the middle of the night, and before he had time to complain, he heard that the master wanted to eat.

Also specially picked up.

But in the middle of the night, many things have not been soaked or prepared, what should I do?

I racked my brains in the kitchen, and I can only do whatever I can, and the kitchen is busy in the middle of the night.

The news spread to the backyard, and in the middle of the night, the lights in those yards were turned on several times.

I could vaguely hear the sound of someone slamming the bottle uncontrollably, "Maybe it's a bitch who is still tossing His Highness in the middle of the night!"

"Ah-"

Su Rou sneezed, she rubbed her nose, tears welling up in her eyes.

Song Chaojiu, who was used to seeing her indifferent and aloof appearance, moved his heart when he saw her appearance. He sat down with a smile and handed her a handkerchief, "What's the matter? Don't be frozen. You can't drink wine on an empty stomach, so drink a cup of hot tea to warm your body first."

He put the handkerchief in front of Su Yan, poured her a cup of hot water and pushed it over.

Su Yan picked it up, but didn't drink it, but put it in her hand and played with it.

"Don't worry, there is no medicine."

Song Chaojiu said with a good laugh, but his heart was not very comfortable.

In fact, he knew that, just like he couldn't trust Su Ro with all his heart, Su Ro naturally couldn't trust him either. But seeing this scene, and her undisguised distrust of him, still made his heart stop for a moment.

He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

"You're sitting here now. It's hard to justify your suspicions of my poisoning, right?" Song Chaojiu raised his eyebrows and said narrowly.

Su Yan was noncommittal, shrugged, and took a sip.

"Do you play chess?"

Song Chaojiu clapped his hands, and the servant bent over and walked over. He instructed, "Go and bring the Moyu chessboard in my cabinet."

Hearing this, Su Yan propped her chin lazily, "When did I say I want to play chess with you?"

"You don't?" Song Chaojiu raised his eyebrows and squinted at her, deliberately using words to provoke her.

"laugh--"

Su Yan didn't want to laugh, the chessboard was brought up quickly, she raised her hand and picked up a chess piece to play with, "I'm afraid that your loss will be too ugly and you will become angry."

"Huh!"

Song Chaojiu's eyes flashed with interest, "If I'm not humble, I rarely meet my opponents when I play chess. I was fortunate enough to play with my eldest brother once, but he is now—" As he said, he remained calm. Looking at Su Yan, "It's a pity, since then, I have never been able to play a game of chess heartily."

"Oh? Is it?"

Su Yan's expression was light, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

It was as if he didn't know Song Guanzhi at all.

Song Chaojiu smiled, his eyes meaning unclear, "Are you coming?"

This chessboard is exquisitely made from a single piece of jade. White jade is used for white chess, and black jade is used for black pieces.

It is soft to start, polished and smooth, very small and beautiful.

The Baizi that Su Yan had just started to use, she simply used Baizi.

Song Chaojiu raised his jaw with determination and said with a smile, "How about I let you two?"

"OK--"

Hope you lose later, don't cry.

In the dark night, the woman's voice sounded in the quiet study room, hoarse and lazy, with a unique style.

She propped her jaw up, even if she played chess, she casually put it on the chessboard.

The game begins.

Song Chaojiu is indeed confident. His chess skills are superb, and even today's sages have praised him.

But what surprised him was Su Yan, whose face remained calm and skillful.