The waste wood princess is the god of war

Chapter 65 Master, I Worship You

Lin Qi took the lead and nodded, "Okay, I shall."

They were thinking about how to solve the chess game, while Mu Anqi was thinking about the calligraphy and painting dance below, how to solve it?

Depressing Soul Bead muttered, "The dance can be a sword dance, but you really can't do it with calligraphy and painting. Otherwise, you can directly start the main event, Xuanli! The piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and dancing are just appetizers!"

Mu Anqi also had this idea.She doesn't want to waste too much time on these insignificant things.However, according to the rules, I am afraid it will not work.

After half a stick of incense, none of the dozen or so people who participated in cracking the chess game succeeded.Even Lin Qi felt that this chess game was a dead end and it was impossible to solve it.

"Miss Mu, you won't use a dead end to trick us, will you?" Someone was full of doubts.

Mu Anqi yawned lazily, does she look like such a stupid person?
"Heizi, put it in the middle."

Someone did as he did and immediately yelled, "No way! That's courting death! A lot of people will die!"

Mu Anqi picked up a sunspot, "Come on, let's try to play against each other."

Lin Qi picked up the white stone.

When Mu Anqi placed the sunspot in the center, Lin Qi dropped the white stone, and the white stone ate a large piece of the sunspot in an instant.

However, at this time, Mu Anqi put another sunspot in the corner, and the dead chess game came to life in an instant.

Lin Qi didn't know where to put the white chess pieces.

There were thin beads of sweat on his forehead, and his hands were trembling with excitement.He didn't expect that Mu Anqi had really changed, and he no longer knew him.

He raised his head to look at Mu Anqi, at this moment, it was as if he had never seen her before.So strange and so far away.She was full of the confidence and radiance of a high school kid.

Lin Qi said slowly, "I... lost." He put down the white stone.

The rest of the people couldn't help applauding!

"Good chess!"

Even Nangong Shao and Nangong He couldn't help but gather around to watch.

Although Young Master Nangong didn't like Mu Anqi, he felt awkwardly in his heart that she was really smart!I don't want her to lose either.

As for Nangong He, he was even more affirmative towards this younger sibling.

Not far away, Nangong Shi was curious, "What kind of chess game is it?"

"Where can this slave see it? Otherwise, let's go to the pavilion?" Eunuch Wei stretched his neck and stared there.

Nangong Shi shook his head, "It's not the time."

Eunuch Wei whispered: "You bring her breakfast every day, and do things for her silently. No, this servant even sent some medicinal materials to Mr. Zhu Guogong. You are almost infiltrating every bit of her life. But how did she know it was you?"

Nangong Shi only smiled, and there was deep and powerful love in his black and mysterious eyes.

No one would have guessed that the most powerful and talented prince is also a master who is ashamed to express his love.In other words, the way he expresses it is different from others.

He just wanted to infiltrate every bit of her life, making her unable to leave him gradually.

After a game of chess, Mu Anqi gained dozens of faith points.

The Dementor Bead was broken, "Master, from today onwards, I will worship you a hundred times a day."

Mu Anqi rubbed his ears, whispered, "Calm down."

Desperate Pearl said pitifully, who made it rely on Mu Anqi to earn faith!
The next game is calligraphy and painting.Calligraphy and painting are together!Write a poem next to the painting.

Mu Anqi's hand is a murderer's hand, she doesn't even know how to hold a paintbrush, let alone paint.It would be great if Mu Anyu was here.Her brother is a weird all-rounder who can do everything.

She let out a sigh of relief, and drew bluegrass on the picture at will. Bluegrass is relatively simple in traditional Chinese painting.She only drew two random strokes, which are not good-looking anyway.

Then I thought about it, and filled in a poem from the poems in my memory.

(End of this chapter)