Wei Shu

Chapter 67 Chess Game
Of course, in this process, the Jin people still borrowed and imitated the Song Dynasty a lot, but the vigorous upward force contained in this foreign country is enough to make people feel alert.

Since she couldn't read the mansion newspaper, Wei Shu took the next best thing and searched the big study quickly, but it wasn't all fruitless. At least she learned about two big and small things, the big ones being:
[-]. There is no office in the outer study.

[-]. There will be a seal of wolf tooth grass on the envelope of the ordinary mansion newspaper of the Kingdom of Jin.

Wei Shu can still recognize this kind of grass, the servants in the front yard have it on their skirts, and the tooth-shaped grass leaves are easy to identify.

As for the other small things, they are all related to Mang Tai's private habits, such as the pot of wine he hid in the corner of the bookshelf, Wei Shu also secretly wrote it down.

After leaving the outer study, Wei Shu went straight to Major General Gu De's study, where he found a unique mansion newspaper envelope, and the seal on the envelope was a vermilion six-petal flower.

Wei Shu speculated that this might be a sign of urgent or important news.

It's a pity that the envelope was empty, and it seemed that Gu De was not as careless as Hua Zhen said, and he still kept these important things with him.

In addition, Wei Shu found a few pieces of gold in the hidden compartment of the drawer. If converted into silver, it would be more than a hundred taels.

These moneys are not easy to take away, even though Wei Shu was full of unwillingness, she had no choice but to put them away as they were, and soon found this small study room again.

She also knew that the Gude brothers and sisters had a special place to study, and their teacher was a student from the Song Dynasty, so she thought that there might be some clues in the small study room.

With such thoughts in mind, Wei Shu searched here and there, seeing that the house is full of plantains and bamboo fields, it is really a hiding place designed by nature, so she opened the window and entered, hiding on the beams.

As soon as she stabilized her body on this side, Wang Kuang spoke outside the room on the other side, and the two of them were like front and back.

Because her thoughts were a little distracted, Wei Shu didn't hear clearly what Wang Kuang and Wu Guo talked about afterwards. When she regained her mind, she heard Wang Kuang laughing and saying:

"...There is nothing left and right, and the weather is long, so I invite you to have a hand-to-hand conversation with my husband. I don't know how you like it?"

It seems that he still has respect for this former Great Song Juzi, and the title of "Mr." has not been omitted.

"Dare not to follow orders." Wu Guo promised with a smile.

After finishing speaking, the two of them spread out the chessboard under the bamboo branches and banana leaves, holding pieces to play chess, and the crisp sound of falling pieces soon echoed in the room.

When the first sunspot hit the Wenping, the bamboo shadows on the beams of the house lost a touch of emerald green.

This change was so small that it almost didn't exist, and the two people who were focused on playing chess didn't seem to notice it, and they played quietly.

This game of chess went on for about half an hour, the fight on Wenping finally stopped, the two finally counted the pieces, but Wu Guo lost with only half of them.

"Acceptance, acquiescence." Wang Kuang rolled up his wide sleeves, smiled and cupped his hands at the man in white sitting opposite him.

Wu Guo also rolled up his sleeves and returned the salute: "Ashamed, ashamed."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Wang Kuang put the self-respecting white pieces into the chess box next to him one by one, and then turned his head to look out the window.

The shadow of the sun slanted slightly, a warm wind blew through the corridor, and a faint smell of grass leaves rushed into the nostrils.

At the end of a game of chess, his state of mind has completely returned to peace, and the anxiety he felt when he came back is gone. Counting the time, Qiang Basan should be back from the camp soon. He has something in mind. After putting away the chess pieces, he will That is to say goodbye.

Wu Guo did not neglect the visitor this time, he got up and sent him out of the door, the two made an appointment to play chess again in a few days, Fang raised his hands to say goodbye.

Watching Wang Kuang's figure turn around the vine frame and disappear outside the courtyard gate, Wu Guofang turned back to Dongci Room alone, lowered his head and continued to pack the chess pieces.

Only his sunspots are left on the pattern scale, which are like drops of thick ink, inlaid between the horizontal and vertical chess grids.

He rolled his sleeves with one hand, picked up the pieces with the other, picked the black pieces one by one, and picked the black pieces one by one. Step by step, in reverse order.

This person's memory is surprisingly good, even if it is the random piece of chess that is the most stalemate between the two sides in the middle game, he picks the pieces in the reverse order without any confusion, and puts the black pieces back into the chess box without any haste. , until only the first sunspot remained on the vertical and horizontal chessboard.

At that moment, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes as distant as the clear sky were fixed on a certain place of the beam hidden by green bamboos, and after a few breaths, his eyebrows raised slightly.

At that moment, the white-clothed Shengxue man had an indescribably relieved look on his face, as if the heavy lot that was suppressed in his heart had been lifted after this glance.

Then, his eyes moved down slowly, from the corner of the beam covered by the green bamboo, to the branches and leaves below, and then slid along the bamboo leaves, until he looked at the hexagonal armchair next to the banana tree. Only then did it stop.

Putting the only remaining black piece back into the chess box, Wu Guo sat down in the chair with his robes lifted, and opened the drawer on the side of the desk casually, sliding his slender fingers from among the many "Analects of Confucius" to the one that was put in last. , holding it in his hand, put one arm on the armrest again, and took a reclining posture.

This sitting posture is the same as what Wang Kuang saw when he entered the room. Even the creases and angles of the robes are all reproduced, as if they were measured with a ruler.

Maintaining this sitting posture, Wu Guo slowly opened the "The Analects of Confucius" in hand.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the flipping of the pages in the room, and there was no other sound. Against the silent and splashing greenery in the room, it seemed more desolate.

The pages of the book quickly turned to a certain place, and the man's eyes moved slowly, starting from "the red-bearded man pressing the long sword", until he saw the place where "the sound of 'Xi Liu Liu' struck directly", and then he raised his head again, Looking at the girder.

"That's all."

A warm and cool sound line, slowly sliding into the spring breeze.

Just at this time, with a "crash", several swimming fish jumped out of the clear stream, their crimson dorsal fins drew a beautiful arc in the sun, and then dived into the water with a "crash".

Outside the window, the white-haired old servant was still diligently sweeping the floor, as if he hadn't heard anything about what happened behind him.

Wu Guo closed the book, thought for a while, and then opened the cover that said "The Analects of Confucius", revealing the second cover below, with five big characters that were scribbled wildly on it:
"Blind Man Zhang Ling'er"

This is the title of the novel.

After a brief glance, Wu Guo raised his head again, his gaze leisurely passed over the old figure in front of the wisteria trellis, and his slender fingertips deftly touched it.

The cover of "Blind Man" was scratched off by him again, and the third cover of "The Analects of Confucius" appeared——

A cover as thin as a cicada's wing.

(End of this chapter)