The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Luo Qinghan said with a blank expression: "Xiao Xi was originally a woman. She is the eldest daughter of General Zhongwu's residence, and she is also an orphan."

Nie Changping was dubious: "Could it be that Your Highness deliberately lied to me in order to cover up his bad taste?"

Luo Qinghan began to sneer.

Nie Changping's scalp was numb from the laughter, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "I believe it, I believe it! I was just joking!"

Luo Qinghan said to Xiao Xixi.

"If you talk nonsense again, you can only eat vegetarian food in the future."

Xiao Xixi hesitated: "My concubine will never dare again."

"Why did you come to the solitary place?"

Xiao Xixi talked about borrowing the small kitchen.

Luo Qinghan said lightly: "You can handle such trivial matters by yourself."

Xiao Xixi smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Luo Qinghan: "Don't thank you verbally, just give something substantial."

Xiao Xixi immediately covered her purse: "My concubine has no money."

"I don't want your money."

Xiao Xixi turned to cover her chest: "My concubine is not a performer."

Luo Qinghan asked back, "You are an orphaned woman. Does it make any difference whether you sell yourself or not?"

Xiao Xixi also thought about it, so she let go and said shyly, "My concubine sells herself instead of acting."

Luo Qinghan couldn't bear it any longer, raised his hand and squeezed her tender white face, and said after he finished.

"Your talent is too terrifying, you can't be alone, so you can play a game with Gu."

Hearing this, Nie Changping felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and immediately gave up his seat to Xiao Liangdi.

He finally doesn't have to be abused by the prince anymore!

Xiao Xixi looked at the chessboard in front of her: "Are you going to play Go?"

Luo Qinghan asked, "Are you going to get off?"

"It will be a little bit."

In the past, she had played chess with her master and her brothers.

No way, there are too few entertainment items on the mountain. In order to pass the time, they often get together to play chess. Later, Xiao Xixi played mahjong and poker, and the master and his brothers became addicted to gambling and could not extricate themselves.

Whenever she sees her immortal master playing mahjong excitedly, she has a messy feeling of being on TV channels.

"Baizi go first, you go first."

The prince's voice pulled her thoughts from the memory back to reality.

She picked up a white seed, found a place that was pleasing to the eye and put it down.

Luo Qinghan's Heizi followed closely.

After dozens of back and forth, there were more and more pieces on the chessboard, and the situation became more and more complicated.

Luo Qinghan's speed of playing chess gradually slowed down.

He has a good view of the overall situation. Every time he plays chess, he will look at the whole situation and the position of each piece must be carefully considered. Maybe he will be at a disadvantage in the early stage, but in the middle and late stage, his previous careful layout will come into play. When the opponent reacts, he has fallen into his trap and can only be slaughtered by him in the end.

That's how Nie Changping lost to him.

It was obvious that Nie Changping's side had the advantage every time he started, but at the end of each game, he was overturned by the crown prince and lost terribly.

This kind of losing method of seeing hope first and then being slapped to death is more depressing than losing in one breath.

That's why Nie Changping doesn't like to play chess with the prince, the experience is very poor!

The prince was still sitting upright at this time, even if he was ill, his posture was still tall and straight, like the cold plum of Aoxue, and the lonely moon of winter night.

He stared at the chess game in front of him, and there was deep silence in his jet-black eyes.

After a long time, he landed the sunspot in his hand on the chessboard.

His knuckles were well-defined, fair and slender.

The cool white fingertips contrast sharply with the black chess pieces.

Like a heavy-colored landscape painting, it inadvertently attracts the attention of others.

Hello, little fairy, I am the master of the manuscript box.

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