The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 534
The cool breeze in the morning made her extremely comfortable. She closed her eyes lightly, as if she was enjoying the wonderful morning light. She didn't pay attention to the changes in the surrounding water mist at all, and she didn't notice that a painting boat was slowly moving in front of her. near.

In fact, Bo Qing had already discovered the visitor, but he didn't feel the other party's malice, so he ignored it.

Still playing the jade flute on his own, the low sound of the flute spread out from the water surface wave after wave, making the nearby river surface dreamlike.

"Young Master Bo, I'm so excited to swim the river and play the flute early in the morning." The man suddenly laughed loudly, his eyes were full of smiles.

Playing the flute on the river early in the morning, ordinary people may find it strange, but the people in front of them seem to appreciate it very much, such a behavior that ordinary people cannot understand.

Boqing put down the jade flute, raised her chin and smiled softly: "My lord, how do you know that I am playing the flute instead of fishing, or maybe I just want to keep this beautiful morning, or else, I am vomiting Let's practice internal strength." The person who came was none other than Xiaoyao Wang who had met once.

Haha ...

Xiaoyao Wang's hearty laughter sounded on the river.

Boqing then laughed out loud, raised her head, and looked at Xiaoyao Wang. For some reason, the man in front of her always gave her a feeling of deja vu.

It was as if she had seen him somewhere, but she was sure that she had never seen him before, but that familiar feeling did not come from her memory, but from... her blood.

Bloodline, as soon as this idea came up, Bo Qing was instantly frightened by his own thoughts, and immediately suppressed it to the bottom of his heart.

Fan Fengliu stopped laughing, stood opposite and looked at Bo Qing, the corners of his lips curled up slightly and said: "Whatever you are thinking in your heart now, that is what it is."

"Then I'm fishing." Boqing said without thinking.

"In ancient times, there was Jiang Taigong who fished with a straight hook, and now there is the young master of the Bo family who fished with the sound of a flute. What an anecdote!" Fan Fengliu said calmly, not even the slightest bit surprised by Bo Qing's behavior that is different from ordinary people.

A trace of cunning flashed in Boqing's eyes, and she smiled slightly: "I don't care if it's anecdotal or not, I just want to ask the prince if the chef in the house who is good at cooking fish has traveled with him. If so, It does not disappoint the painstaking efforts I put into fishing with the flute."

Fan Fengliu's eyes also flickered slightly, and he said with a smile: "Hearing what you said, I feel that I am a fish, and I was accidentally caught by you."

"Even if the lord is a fish, he must be a very unusual fish. It is my honor to catch you." Boqing raised his chin slightly, and his eyes showed a look of pride.

"I brought the chef, but he is not a fish, he can do it by hand." Fan Fengliu put his hands behind his hands, quietly looking at Bo Qing.

"Then, the prince, let him come out and pick it out." Bo Qing put the flute to his lips again, and the long flute sounded again, and the sound of the flute spread out layer by layer along with the water waves.

At first, the surface of the river was sparkling, and there was nothing unusual. After a while, the direction of the water waves on the river surface changed against the sky. From the original direction of scattering from the painting boat to the surroundings, it turned into waves rolling in the direction of the painting boat .

After about half a cup of tea, suddenly countless fish fins appeared on the water between the two boats, red, white, black, navy blue...

It seems that all the fish in the river have gathered here, waiting for their choice.

At this moment, the water on the river seemed to be boiled, and the fish jumped out of the water one after another. The picture is really spectacular.

Behind Fan Fengliu, at some point there was an extra fat man, pointing at the river and saying: "My lord, the silver-white one over there, the red one over there, the golden-yellow one over there, There's that round one, and those shrimp..."

As his voice sounded, Xiaoyao Wang waved his hand, and each fish fell into the big wooden basin beside his footsteps.

Until the fish filled the whole big wooden basin, the big man shook his hands and kept shouting loudly: "Enough fish, enough..."

As soon as the fickle flute sound stopped, the fish dispersed, and the river surface became calm again.

Fan Fengliu and Bo Qing stood side by side on the deck, and said flatly: "Young Master Bo, I am really surprised."

Looking at the waves rolling eastward ahead of you, she smiled shallowly: "Accident! Is the prince surprised by this young master's martial arts, or by this young master's beautiful face?" She didn't wear a veil today.

"In my king's eyes, Young Master Bo can always amaze people no matter when or what he does." Fan Fengliu's tone couldn't tell whether it was appreciation or warning.

"The Young Master, just treat it as the prince praising me." She said with a flirtatious and enchanting smile.

Fan Fengliu smiled, didn't deny it, pointed inside and said: "Your Majesty just gave me a set of Go, which was the favorite of the late emperor, to this king. Is Young Master Bo interested? Let's play two games with this king, and then taste delicious food together. "

"My young master is extremely honored." Boqing said confidently, playing chess is her strong point.

So, in the painting boat, the two held a piece each, and had a contest on the chessboard...

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour, half an hour has passed...

Boqing's original lazy posture gradually sat up straight, and for the first time in her eyes of self-confidence, disbelief, surprise, and shock appeared alternately.

The charming color on the eyebrows gradually disappeared, replaced by more and more dignified, charming eyes became more and more gloomy, and the speed of falling was getting slower and slower. On the other hand, Fan Fengliu was as calm as the beginning Calm, it seems that the victory is in hand.

"How could this be?" Boqing looked at the chessboard, looked at Fan Fengliu in disbelief, picked up the teacup on the table in a daze, and took two sips.

"You lost." Fan Fengliu said flatly.

Lose, she lost, she really will lose, she has never lost on the chessboard, this is her strong point, how could she lose?
Originally, she wanted to hide her strength and pretended to lose to Fan Fengliu, but she didn't expect that she would still lose to him after trying her best, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of turmoil in her heart.

Fan Fengliu, this man is too scary!

"Come again."

Boqing seemed to be unbelieving, the jade hand brushed across the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces immediately separated and fell back into the chess box.

The two of them restarted the game, playing the white piece first, you have one piece, I have one piece...

Fan Fengliu looked at Boqing with a smile all the time, he played chess so well that no one in Longcheng dared him to play chess, and since his father passed away, he hadn't played Go for a long time.

Fan Qingming once told him that playing a game of chess with him would make him doubt himself, because his brain was soaked in water at birth, and his father and king would only sigh helplessly when he played chess with him... Later, with a wry smile in his heart, he never No one has ever played Go with him.

Boqing has never been so highly concentrated in her life like this time.

Holding the chess piece in Yuzhi's arms, he had to think twice about every move, and only dared to make a move after reconfirming the situation on the chessboard, but...

With a snap, Fan Fengliu dropped his last ball and said with a smile, "You lost again."

After losing, Bo Qing picked up the teacup in a daze, took two sips, and heard Fan Fengliu say with a half-smile: "Young Master Bo, are you not afraid that the king will poison the tea?"

The hand holding the teacup froze, looking at Fan Fengliu in disbelief, and murmured: "Would you do it?"

"Yes." Fan Fengliu affirmed.

Hearing this, Bo Qing felt dizzy for a while, and his eyes went dark...

(End of this chapter)