Chapter 88 [A fool]

Chapter 88 [It's appropriate to be stupid]

"Good." Ru Mo smiled implicitly, because she knew the truth of pulling her whole body. If she moved Qiongyue, the capital was bound to change. The capital would change, and the consequences would be unimaginable. She did not dare to take risks for her own happiness, let alone let Xiao Yan take this risk for herself.

After breakfast in the flower hall, Qiongyue showed that after the maidservant retreated, Ling Tuo bent his knees to Xiao Yan and said, "Sir, my princess is invited."

Ru Mo's eyes flashed and she smiled, "Why do you invite my husband? Do you want to watch the sun or the moon?

He was stunned and laughed for a moment; "The maidservant is in Qionghua Palace all year round. Naturally, he can't see the sun outside, but he sees a witch running out of the palace and can come back to life..."

"Smart and presumptuous." Qiongyue's style came out from the side of the door, and her tone was soothing and majestic, and she drank it.

Rumo suppressed her anger and squeezed out a sentence from her teeth, "Do you know me? Is it all said by the national teacher who wanted to kill me?"

"It doesn't matter what my brother said. The important thing is that I heard that the emperor didn't know that you are still alive." Qiongyue smiled softly, and Jixuan nodded politely to Xiao Yan, "You also want to hide it for a day, right?"

Xiao Yan sneered, "Now Moer's identity is the sister of the little marquis of Jianchang. There must be a misunderstanding between them. This Mo is not Bi Mo. Please tell the national teacher that if he likes the place of Jianchang City, just take it. Anyway, the people of Jianchang still rely on Qionghua Palace.

"Xiao Yan, are you out of your mind?" Ru Mo asked anxiously.

On the contrary, Qiongyue was not so anxious. She smiled hoarsely and thought to herself, "What he wants is more than Jianchang City. What he wants is the country of Yixin and Daqi, and of course, military power."

Xiao Yan smiled and said, "I have said that the Qionghua Palace in Jianchang City can be occupied. I don't know what the princess is hesitating about? Now that the guest has done it and talked about it, it's time for us to leave.

"Let's wait." Qiongyue squeezed her lips, but she already had another plan in her heart. "What the prince said is very true. Since the person standing next to the prince is not the talented concubine Mo in those years, she is not Leng Rumo, but the sister of the little marquis of Jianchang... Qiongyue is stupid. I don't know if she can compete with this Mexican girl.

"Okay, Qiongyue, don't say I'm afraid of you. If I win Jianchang City, you don't want to occupy..." Ru Mo looked at Qiong Yue with determination. She secretly swore in her heart that she could let Xiao Yan recover the magic religion in the world of Qionghua Palace without losing a soldier.

The corners of Qiongyue's mouth gradually curved up and smiled coldly. "If you lose, you have to hand over not only Yixinzui and Jianchang City, but also..." In a hurry, she stared at the man in front of her and swore secretly that she would hand over the prince's sincerity to you, because he belonged to me.

"Papa!" Ru Mo and Qiong Yue gave a high-five, and they both had a smile on their mouths that they didn't know whether they were laughing or crying.

The competition is set in the garden of Qionghua Palace. Ru Mo knew that this was an unusual contest. When she arrived at the scene, she found that the little maids and disciples in Qionghua Palace came to watch. It was really overcrowded.

"Is it okay? If it doesn't work, forget it. I heard that Princess Qiongyue is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting..." Shen Yue showed a melancholy look and worried about Ru Mo.

"Who am I?" Ru Mo rubbed herself with her palms and smiled happily, "I think I was a 'gong battle master' in those years. Not only that, I am also the apple of Leng Qiulin's palm of the scholarly family. May I lose to a Jianghu woman Qiongyue?"

"Of course, she won't lose. In Jianchang, Moer even went to the casino, and the term of gambling was not difficult for her, not to mention this small competition..." Xiao Yan's laughter came from behind. Ru Mo's voice was very ** to him, and her shoulders couldn't help twitching.

Xiao Yan looked at Ru Mo and smiled, "Moer, take out your wisdom. I believe you will win."

"Ha ha, isn't it? Well, I will win. After winning Joan, we will leave here. Ru Mo looked at Xiao Yan with a confident and beautiful smile on her face.

After a while, Qiongyue led Ling to come over, "Son, can we start?" Qiongyue couldn't help looking at Xiao Yan, and her voice was like a warbler. And Lingtong respectfully spread a roll of paper on the ground.

Xiao Yan looked sideways, and his eyes inevitably met Ru Mo. Ru Mo nodded slightly. Xiao Yan restrained his eyes and nodded elegantly and said, "Let's begin."

The first game seemed to be better than "painting". With a "bang", the ink barrel containing ink was poured on the snow-white roll of paper, and the thick black ink flew away on the roll of paper in an instant, **.

Looking at Qiong Yue again, she was not panicked at all. She looked poor and successful. First, she smiled, and then held the wolf with the speed of changing stars on the roll of paper, and waved the thick black ink. With the wolf in his hand, what is displayed in front of him is a vivid and lifelike landscape map.

Qiongyue walked to Xiao Yan, and she looked particularly enchanting in the sun. "Sir, Qiongyue is ugly. I don't know if Qiongyue's painting is okay?"

"Yes, yes, of course. Not only, but also unique." Ru Mo snatched in front of Xiao Yan and commented.

Qiongyue couldn't help glancing at Rumo and sneering, "It's your turn. I think Miss Rumo will definitely give us a different surprise, right?" The tone of declaration of war and the eyes of watching the play.

"The painter is really good. Next, how sure am I?" Ru Mo muttered in a low voice, which reached Shen Yue's ear. First, his back stiffened, and then whispered, "If you can't compare, don't compare. Now at the beginning of the first round, there is nothing to be ashamed to quit."

"Exit?" Joke, there was no word in my dictionary at all. Rumo's face changed slightly. She pulled out the hairpin given to her by the master from the bun, and the dark hair instantly fell down like brocade.

Xiao Yan was stunned and said with a smile, "Moer, your bun is too crooked this morning, so you have to comb it again to have a comparison, right?"

"Where is it? My bun is well combed. I'm going to paint with this hairpin. Ru Mo retorted ungratefully, regardless of everyone's consterion, walked to the lake with a smile, pointed to the calm lake, and said to Qiongyue, "I'm going to paint here."

Qiongyue couldn't pay attention to what she had never seen and heard of for a while, but the little maids around her felt fresh and urged them one after another.

In an instant, Rumo gently raised her breath and jumped down lightly. She said that sooner or later, as the hairpin in her hand touched the water, the waves rushed to the sky and rolled up the waves. Then she strode one by one and walked like flying. In a while, she woven a picture of carp.

"What a picture of a carp. It's really lively and immersive!" Xiao Yan turned his eyes to the lake and applauded.

Ru Mo turned around and flew over. She looked at the people standing on the spot, walked to Qiong Yue and smiled as usual, "Did I lose this game?"

Xiao Yan smiled at Ru Mo, and the pear vortex was dazzling in the sun. "This game of Moer won. This carp picture of carp woven on the lake with hairpins is really unprecedented. Look at the way everyone is obsessed, and the victory or defeat is clear."

Qiongyue looked at Xiao Yan disapprovingly and said, "It's just a mystery, making herself look like a tall man. Isn't this the first game? Can you decide the winner? Let's compare again, the next round of 'rhythm'.

"Good. Isn't the second round of 'rhythm' just playing the piano? Who won't? Just compare." Ru Mo took a deep breath and stared at Qiong Yue. Since her fingers were healed, it was simply easy for her to play the piano.

But when the first syllable of Qiongyue sounded, Ru Mo was still shocked. Qiongyue's piano sound was not only round and gentle, but also like a towering mountain, a swinging flowing water, like a turbulent sea, Lin Miaoming, and a bird singing.

"My son, is Qiong Yue playing well?" Qiongyue looked at Xiao Yan and Xingmu Ai Ai with anticipation.

"Good." Xiao Yan replied in a single tone, and glanced at Ru Mo in an instant, with a meaningful smile in his eyes. "Qiongyue's piano has been played vividly. It is at its peak. No matter how well Moer plays, how can she surpass it?"

"If you only play the piano, of course you can't win, but..." Ru Mo bit her lips and smiled, and her eyes flowed, as if it could penetrate Xiao Yan's heart. "But I have my own 'trick'." So, what kind of stunt will her trick be? Is it a unique stunt?

When ten horizontal 'urn' {ceramic jars} were put up, everyone was stunned first, and then their eyes were round, thinking that Ru Mo must have made a mistake. This game is compared to "rhythm". Why did she bring up the urn used for chess pieces? Do you want to move the "chess" in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting forward?

Ru Mo smiled awkwardly a few times, and then put black and white Go pieces in each urn. A chess piece was put in the first urn, and then sorted. After two, three, four, five, until ten were put, she poured water into the urn, and everything was ready.

So, the small hammer knocked on the ceramic urn and hit it. The sound of the ceramic urn is really thick. It knocks like an ancient bell. The cup with many pieces is as heavy as a knock, and the few pieces are crisp and bright. It knocks in the depths of people's hearts, as melodious as a song.

Under the beating of this simple and cheerful melody, as it jumps out faster and faster, the water in the urn also splashes and scatters all over the ground, so it pieced together; "There are happy days, and there are joys and sorrows at this time. I don't know whether to win or lose. The remnants of the sun have true feelings. I want to admit defeat, but I'm afraid that the latter will come to the top, which is difficult to determine. There are high-level people outside the sky. Why are you pressing?

Rumo stopped the hammer and finished singing. She looked back at the crowd and found that everyone looked at herself with red and sympathetic eyes, yeah! That's what I want!