The relationship between the two is actually not suitable for such closeness.

Zhao Zimo did not continue, he retracted his hand, took a step back and stood next to her. At this time, the doctor entered the door, helped her to finish the medicine, and ordered that she should not walk for a few days before returning.

"It's not early, I'm going back to the palace." Yan Ge bent to go to wear socks, Zhao Zimo pulled her corner of her clothes: "Let's take a rest in the palace today, there are rooms in the palace."

After a pause, he added: "My emperor, he has not been in Beijing these days."

The words were hesitant, but Zhao Zimo's firm expression was met, and then he lowered his eyelids and nodded slightly.

She glanced at the chessboard on the couch, her eyes brightened.

Zhao Zimo glanced down her eyes, immediately knew what she thought, and asked, "Hand talk about a game?"

Yange sat at the table, nodding her head slightly, her chin slightly raised, looking a little arrogant, and her pale face exuded a bright look at this time.

She has proud capital. Her chess skills are unrivaled in Chu. He had dissatisfied and talked to her for ten games and lost ten games.

Zhao Zimo didn't go to the table. He said, "Hot water has been prepared next door. Your clothes are wet. Take a bath and change your clothes so that you don't get cold."

Yan Ge froze and nodded slightly.

Zhao Zimo was going to help her, but she avoided asking: "There are maids in the house, such a trivial matter, I dare not bother the King."

She used to call his brother Mo.

Times have changed, and now this wise king can only be heard.

He had to call the maid in and help her to the side.

There was no women's clothes suitable for her in Fuchu, so he took a man's robe he hadn't worn yet.

When Yange was washing, Zhao Zimo also changed his clothes after washing in another room.

He was fast, and his hair was dangled before entering the room. She was still not good, and she simply sat at the table, playing with the chess pieces on the table.

I don't know why, I suddenly remembered those days in Chu.

The door creaked softly, his mind was interrupted and he looked up.

She was supported by the maid and wore his white clothes. Although she was slender, she was very thin. His clothes were worn on her, but they were quite wide. The wind blew when she entered. The robe flew back, and the slender body seemed to have to use the wind to leave.

She reached for a corner of her robe and crossed the threshold, and asked him with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Zimo only returned to his mind. He walked south and north, his mind was the most meticulous, but even though his head was floating around in the wind now, his face was still calm and calm: "The dusk is so dazzling, it's intoxicating."

The most intoxicating scenery is more astounding than the glow.

He got up and invited her to sit.

It was late in the night after three innings.

The waiter brought the tea supper and set it aside.

But he and she were both attentive and unfocused.

At the end of the third game, she was able to win with one son in both games, and in the other game, he won with two sons.

It seems he still lost.

He put the snack on the table and motioned her to eat.

She held a **** in her hand, her head down for a long time.

It wasn't until he spoke out that she reacted, and when she looked up, she had taken away the depression and blankness on her face, and said to him, "It's late at night. I'm going to bed first, and the King of King will rest early."

She got up and left. He moved his fingers slightly and pulled a corner of her wide sleeve.