Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Sister, I just..."

"Stay far away from me. My eyes will go blind when I see you. With this brother, why worry about the Bai family's immortality!"

"..."

Bai Ren closed the door of the chess room, knelt down in front of the chessboard, and held his pieces to ponder the game.

After being tricked by her younger brother, the girl's face turned livid with anger!

Playing chess is called Yi, and the most taboo thing for chess players is to be disturbed and take crooked ways. Playing chess upright is called the kingly way. It is the right way to crush and slaughter dragons and dragons head-on with the general trend, so that the players will be convinced. It's the path that most chess players choose to take.

Every chess game she played in the past was dominated by the righteous way, and there were few evenly matched games. To be reasonable, the evil way of outside sects is not ashamed of the right way, so morally speaking, the evil way cannot beat the right way, and what she pursues is the kingly way and the right way.

And Gongzi Ce's layout method is to do everything possible, use any means, and destroy the enemy regardless of the consequences.

From the appearance and traces, it can be seen that this hand "does not strengthen itself, but uses external forces to oppress others" is an evil way that is so fragile that it cannot be easily attacked. However, it seems that Gongzi Ce is about to pass the level on this evil way.

"Bai Li, go prepare a gift, remember it's a generous gift."

Bai Ren let go of the black chess piece in his palm, put on the formal suit held by the girl of the subordinate aristocrat, wrapped in a ferret fur scarf, put on shoes and socks and stepped on high boots.

"His Highness Fusu won't accept it, I've tried it before."

"You idiot! I meant to visit Young Master Ce." Bai Ren reprimanded him coldly.

"You can hear His Royal Highness Fusu say that even she hasn't found Young Master Ce, sister, where can you find it?"

"You believe what His Majesty Fusu says? Young Master Ce must be waiting for us to come to start the second game in the academy. The wise man behind the scenes can manipulate the prince to torment you. How could he not appreciate the howling of the defeated dog?" Bai Ren said lightly: "Young Master Ce is an evil chess player. I lost the upper hand in the first game, and used thunderous means to make me admit defeat when I just returned to school. Although I am not convinced, the so-called nobles can die and lose. But the only thing is not to lose!"

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Fusu had experienced a critical attack with hot eyes, and coupled with the busy affairs of the royal court, the acting ruler could not spend a whole day in the academy, and returned to the palace with the guards at a later date.

Before the girl left, she and Gan Luo took a look at the school prison, which was very hygienic, and the food was also in accordance with the cafeteria standard, with two vegetables, one meat and one soup. The nutrition could keep up, but the taste was not flattering.

Since there are a lot of students who have caused trouble recently, there are not enough prisons, Mr. Xiong, a scholar in white clothes from Chu State, and Mr. Changping Jun, the son of Chu State, were put in a cell according to the proposal of Master Ce.

Mr. Xiong and Mr. Changping stared at each other, as if they were saying "Hey, little brother, you're here too".

Well, in fact, there is indeed a blood connection. In the case of relatives, they are considered as children of the Chu royal family. It is no problem to say that they are brothers.

Seeing that the two are both princes and nobles, out of humanitarian concern, Yan Ce made a set of mahjong tiles for the two dull gourds who looked at him resentfully but said nothing. All written on silk and given away for free.

The boy's math teacher is good at this. He deduces probability theory and mathematics by rubbing hemp. Basically by lifting Lady Luck's underpants.

Locked in the cell, there is no entertainment. In order for the two to relieve their boredom and not be so lonely, Liubo and Go were given to them. However, the two would rather die than touch the things that Gongzi Ce sent.

However, without other activities, Mr. Xiong and Mr. Changping really couldn't restrain the novelty in their hearts. They really wanted to prove that the small wooden blocks invented by Yan Ce were not attractive to the righteous men of Chu.

Not only the land of Yanzhao has the generosity of the tragic song, but the majestic Chu also has the arrogance of death rather than surrender.

"This person Yan Ce actually wants to use this thing to ruin my mind, you are disgusting and ridiculous."

"Mr. Xiong, no matter how much you scold us, it will be the anger of everyone. Since he wants to see us sink into foreign objects, why don't I prove that the things he created are nothing but rubbish that children detest. I believe Yan Ce will be furious."

"Okay, Mr. Changping please first."

So, Mr. Xiong and Mr. Changping sat kneeling in front of the desk and decided to try this new entertainment tool called mahjong first.

At the beginning of pushing mahjong, the two of them were not proficient in shuffling cards, stacking cards, and throwing dice, but they were both royals, and they belonged to a well-educated group of high IQs.

Humph, easy.

Mr. Changping and Mr. Xiong smiled coldly and looked at each other in unison, each seeing the disdain in the other's eyes.

Of course, due to the shortage of players, it was supposed to be a four-player game. Mr. Changping didn't need Yan Ce to mention it, and he developed a two-player mahjong by himself.

"Mr. Changping is not as smart as I am, but that fellow Yan Ce noted that it is best to add a little bet when pushing mahjong to make it more interesting."

"Bet... You and I are both prisoners, there is nothing to bet on, let's try a few rounds first."

Mr. Xiong felt that Mr. Changping was right, so the two began to draw, look at, and play cards.

Mr. Changping smiled faintly: "Thirty thousand."

"Hu, I've served three yuan."

Mr. Xiong pushed the card away, his eyes showing surprise.

Mr. Changping: "..."

Heh, Yan Ce's rubbish game is really meaningless.

"...come again."

Mr. Changping finished speaking lightly, and began to shuffle the cards, preparing to restart the game. Mr. Xiong's luck is really good, and this mahjong is a bit difficult.

"Ten thousand."

"Hu, the Nine Lotus Lanterns have been served!" Mr. Xiong pushed the mahjong again, and said pleasantly, "Yan Ce is despicable and shameless, but mahjong is really interesting."

"Is that so... come again."

Mr. Changping looked flat, noncommittal to Mr. Xiong's evaluation, after dealing with it, he closed his mouth and shuffled the cards.

It doesn't matter once you play, the two of you will be addicted.

Mr. Xiong won nine out of ten rounds, until the last round, Mr. Xiong's luck was finally exhausted, and Mr. Changping won a round by himself.