Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

The real Teng Mansion is not in Licheng, but in Shengjing. This Teng Mansion is the residence of Teng Tianhan when he was the magistrate in Fucheng. It can be said that Teng Zhao has lived here since he was born.

It's not like he never left. Teng Tianhan was busy with official duties, and he was afraid that his son would be left unattended, so he sent him back to Shengjing Teng Mansion to be raised by his grandmother. But after returning to Beijing, Teng Zhao cried day and night, even crying until he fainted, making him weak The body is even weaker, and the appearance of wanting to follow the dead mother at any time scares the family members.

This is Teng Tianhan's only son, if something happened, it would be the loss of his wife and son, and it would be bad for his reputation.

Furthermore, Teng Zhao's temperament is not pleasant, and his birth is said to be light-hearted. Even if he is his own grandmother, he can't love him very much. Sending him back to him means sending him back to live in his mansion in Ningzhou Fucheng.

The strange thing is that when he returned to the place where he was born, he would not cry day and night, he was quiet, but his temper was still lonely.

Teng Zhao did not return to Beijing, and Teng Tianhan served two terms as magistrate until last year when his term finally expired and he was transferred back to Dali Temple to become the Shaoqing. His son could only be taken care of by the old servant and others. Now that he came back, he was also on a foreign business trip. Come back and visit.

After hearing this, Qin Liuxi became very curious, and asked, "Your Excellency always talks about his temper, what kind of temper does your son have that give you such a headache?"

Teng Tianhan's eyes flashed a trace of fatigue, and said: "He doesn't like to care about people, as if he is only immersed in his own world, you can tell when you see it."

Qin Liuxi listened, autistic?

Following Teng Tianhan to Teng Zhao's courtyard, Qin Liuxi sensed something was wrong before entering. Looking at the tree protruding from the wall in the courtyard, he pointed and said, "I have a question that I have wanted to ask for a long time. How the servants are trained, I see that everything is neat and tidy. And here, do the trees have twins? The pruning is too rigid."

Teng Tianhan looked over and saw that the two golden osmanthus trees had exactly the same sharp points. He couldn't help but smiled wryly, and said, "It's what Zhaoer meant."

Qin Liuxi paused, and a thought crossed his mind, wouldn't it?

She followed him into the courtyard. When she saw it, her fingertips trembled. It was neat and meticulous. Even the flower pots on the ground seemed to be measured by a thread. Not a single leaf fell.

When a servant woman saw Teng Tianhan, she stepped forward and saluted.

"What is the young master doing?"

The maid replied: "Now I am playing chess with Mr. Qi."

Teng Tianhan nodded, and said to Qin Liuxi: "Mr. Qi was originally my staff, and he helped my son to be enlightened. He has been teaching him all these years."

With that said, he walked in at a leisurely pace.

Qin Liuxi followed into the door and raised his head. He was not surprised that the room was neatly arranged and clean. All the items were placed so that they could be measured. If there were two of the same thing, they would be in the same direction.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder, cleanliness disorder.

Two words came to Qin Liuxi's mind.

Looking at Teng Tianhan again, he had already walked to the south window, where a middle-aged man stood up, crossed his hands and called Dong Weng to him, met Qin Liuxi's eyes, crossed his hands again and nodded.

Qin Liuxi nodded in return, and looked at the thin child sitting cross-legged on the Arhat's bed, holding a chess piece in one hand.

Although he was inside the house, he was wearing a blue brocade robe that was ironed without a trace of wrinkle. His hair was a little yellow and soft and combed into full horns. His eyebrows were exquisite and his face was a little pale. Just be calm.

Even though his father was leaning over to talk to him, he didn't respond, he just stared at the chessboard in front of him and made a move.

"Zhao'er, this one is not asking for a master, how about a gift?" Teng Tianhan said in a gentle voice.

Teng Zhao seemed to have never heard of it.

Teng Tianhan was a little angry, but more helpless, looked at Qin Liuxi, and said: "He is like this, he will not have any big reactions to anything he does, and he doesn't want to pay attention to people. If no one talks to him, he will play with him." , he can also stay by himself for a day."

Autism for sure.

"Even so, the young master learns things very quickly, he is very smart." Mr. Qi interjected, and said: "He looks... stupid, but he is very good at learning, even if I don't deliberately teach him, he will Learn from the sidelines, movement, thinking. This chess piece, he watched me play and learned it by himself."

Mr. Qi's tone was a little proud, but also a little regretful.

Such a smart child, but he is weak in body, that's fine, he's still independent.

Qin Liuxi walked over and looked down at the chessboard. Mr. Qi held the black stone, and now he left, and the black stone didn't move. Teng Zhao endured it for a while, then took the black stone and dropped it, and then he dropped the white stone.

Play the game with two hands.

Never looked up at them.

"Grandmaster……"

Qin Liuxi looked at the neat chessboard, stretched out his hand, and swept it away.

She messed up the entire chessboard.

Teng Tianhan and Mr. Qi were stunned and looked at her in astonishment.

Qin Liuxi didn't speak, but only watched Teng Zhao's reaction. The child seemed a little surprised. Looking at the messy chessboard, his pretty eyebrows were wrinkled, and his lips were even pursed.

He finally looked up and looked at the culprit.

Qin Liuxi also saw his whole face clearly, looked into his eyes, felt a twitch in his heart, and a trace of inexplicable emotion emerged, as if he hadn't seen him for a long time, as if he was sour, and his heart softened.

Makes one want to pat his head.

Teng Zhao had a pair of almond eyes, which were clear and clear, reflecting the reflection of Qin Liuxi.

He stared at Qin Liuxi for a while, but without losing his temper, he lowered his head again and played the chess pieces again.

Mr. Qi said he was very smart, and he was right. The chessboard was messed up, but he just replayed it, and it was a good move.

Qin Liuxi took the place of Mr. Qi, took the black stone, and put it down at will. Teng Zhao looked at it, held the white stone to intercept it, and then put it down, the opponent played another stone.

Mr. Qi and Teng Tianhan glanced at each other, the latter shook his head and stood watching.

Qin Liuxi played fast chess, and he made moves almost without thinking, seemingly casually, but he moved with urgency, while Teng Zhao still played leisurely and unhurriedly, but gradually, sweat began to seep on his forehead.

The onlookers, Mr. Qi and Teng Tianhan, both know how to play chess. Looking at the chess game, Bai Zi was cornered.

Teng Zhao's rhythm was disrupted.

The fist in his hand could not be dropped for a long time, the sweat on his forehead became more and more dense, his small face was slightly wrinkled, and finally showed an expression other than calm.

Qin Liuxi reached out and grabbed Teng Zhao's hand.

"Don't……"

Mr. Qi said, Teng Zhao doesn't like being touched by people, especially strangers, he will lose his temper.

But to their surprise, Teng Zhao did not have an attack.

Qin Liuxi didn't seem to hear Mr. Qi's words, grabbed his hand, took it directly to a corner of the chessboard, and made a move.

Bai Zi had a glimmer of life again.

Revitalized.

Teng Zhao looked up at Qin Liuxi thoughtfully, with deep eyes.

"Come with me, I'm very good." Qin Liuxi smiled at him.

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