An Empire as a Betrothal Gift

Jiye glanced at him and overthrew the chess game.

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When the chess pieces knocked, they went to the night candle and fire, and the lights flashed.

Gallery is serious, and strength is not to be underestimated. One day, won the giving and giving, and I opened with Qin Wang five.

"I don't know, Guanlang chess is superb." Ji Ya smiled, a bit of interest, a bit of appreciation, "I haven't had someone else to play with an alone."

Waitage looks at the game with chess, half-hooked, hook the lips: "Yes."

Today, he and Qin Wang played the seven games. In addition to the first game, he was not in the abroad, and the rest five, he won three. The two sides are more dangerous, not too many distances.

Qin Wang is killing attack, unstoppable, he is refined, step by step, each has a restraint, and it is difficult to win.

This seventh game is a single.

It is equivalent to the day of the game, there is still no loss to win.

Two people look at the eyes, and they don't think about it, covering the feelings of that point.

Ji Yapian swept the chess game: "Let!"

Chess, the opponent, today they did not share a winning and negative.

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When the time is late, the eighth bureau is the last game, decided today that the final loss will be given, it is very cautious in two people.

The black king of the black king, the white grouper is white, and the sturdy burns in the hollow incense burner.

Waiter thinking halfway, it is below, suddenly eyebrows, secretly won the wrong place.

He wants to move the position, but it is pressed by the other slender hand and covers the temperature of tap.

"Guanlang, no regrets." The narrow poor phoenix promoted narrowly.

When the candle is in the eye, Qin Wang face Lu Junmei has a little demon.

Warfare helplessly hope that he will lose the white jade.

"Chen lost."

Later, it would like, he is so lazy to be a person, even if you don't want to earn, why is you willing to accommodate the world?

He thought for a long time, I thought about the night of the light, the board was messy, and the hourglass was quiet.

Junmei king covers his hand, his lips is half sigh, and the phoenix is ​​slightly bent.

"Guanlang, there is no regrets."

It turned out that since then, he lost his life.

The author has something to say: the world of seven countries, I want ninety-nine.

Han Dai "Tianxing Jiu Song"