If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

An Le held the torch in one hand and put the other behind his back, with the same frivolous and bright smile on his face.

Fan Xi suddenly smiled, "Come and see my joke?"

An Le shrugged, and slowly squatted down, "My lord, do you think I'm just such a small person?"

Fan Xi raised her eyebrows, "You actually think you have a pretty good image in my mind?"

An Le blinked, and touched the tip of the pen in embarrassment.

Glancing at An Le's hands behind her back, Fan Xi was no longer teasing, "What are you doing here? Just say it."

An Le couldn't help laughing at herself and sighed: "Your Excellency treats me like this?" After saying that, she stretched out her hand behind her back, and it turned out to be a paper chessboard and two bags of chess pieces.

Fan Xi couldn't help being stunned.

Slowly put down the things, put the torch on the iron prison, and An Le slowly spread out the chessboard.

He handed over one of the bags of chess pieces, and said with a bright smile, "A game?"

Fan Xi froze, took it with a smile, and couldn't help teasing: "There's no money to hold a farewell table, so how could you fool me with that game of chess?"

An Le said: "Play a game with me, it's definitely not fooling around."

After saying that, he grabbed a handful of chess pieces from a bag beside him and hung them on the chessboard.

Fan Xi said: "Three." While speaking, Fan Xi noticed that An Le used his unaccustomed left hand.

Da da da--

The chess pieces in his hand fell on the chessboard, no more, no less, exactly three.

An Le handed over the black pawns beside him, and took the bag of white pawns.

Fan Xi took out a chess piece and played with it with his fingertips.

"You seem to like the position of Tianyuan very much."

An Le raised her eyebrows slightly.

I saw that Fan Xi swiftly dropped the first son on Tianyuan.

An Le smiled, raised his hand, and again, he used his left hand.

Slowly drop the ball, and unexpectedly land beside the sunspot.

This scene, Fan Xi actually felt a little nostalgic, looking at the empty and crumpled paper chessboard with the two black and white stones next to each other, she didn't want to make another stone.

……

clatter--

In the lonely iron prison, the light sound of chess pieces being buckled on the ground through a piece of paper echoed.

An Le asked a few words about what happened when Fan Xi was arrested from time to time, and Fan Xi described a few words, focusing on this game of chess.

They played for nearly an hour, but the pieces they landed on only occupied less than half of a chessboard.

The two are incompatible with each other, and they can't tell the advantages and disadvantages for a while.

An Lexin said: "At that time, the poisonous powder was found in your bedroom?"

"Not bad." Fan Xi hesitantly tapped a chess piece.

"anything else?"

"A few letters and a bracelet."

An Le asked casually: "Bracelet?"

Fan Xi observed the chess situation, and said casually: "There are words engraved on it."

An Le's fingers holding the chess piece stiffened slightly, and asked lightly, "What word?"

"Magic."

"..."

An Le's hand trembled slightly, and suddenly, the hand was off to the side.

Fan Xi raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows.

An Le frowned, "Demon Cult?"

Fan Xi sneered and said, "Probably that kid Fan Yu colluded secretly to frame me."

An Le lowered her eyes slowly, and said in a low voice: "Murdering the prince, colluding with the demon sect, counting the emperor, this crime—"

"Five horses to divide the body." Fan Xi spat out these four words lightly.

An Le pursed her lips.

"Since the poisonous powder has been found out, is it still necessary for the officials to search for the antidote in your palace?"

Fan Xi said: "We should keep a few people."

An Le's eyes darkened.

Fan Xi stared at him, and slowly asked, "Why are you asking these questions?"

An Le raised her eyes again, with a frivolous smile in her eyes, "The world always needs someone who knows how you died."

Fan Xi obviously didn't appreciate it, and said with a cold snort, "Thank you so much."

Anle smiled and was speechless.

It was Fan Xi's turn to settle down, but Fan Xi didn't move for a long time. He looked at An Le's expression, "What's the matter?"

An Le glanced at the torch, suddenly got up and said with a smile, "It's getting late, I should go."

After saying that, he stretched out his left hand to take the torch, and suddenly, the man in the iron prison stood up and grabbed An Le's wrist!

An Le was stunned, and Fan Xi forced An Le to turn half of her body and finally revealed the right hand that had been hiding in the dark. The wound on the wrist that was cut for cutting the rope had not healed, and it was a little shocking under the light of the fire.

"When did you get hurt?"

An Le smiled helplessly.

"It's just a small injury."

Fan Xi had a face of disapproval.

An Le: "..."

Fan Xi: "..."

An Le: "I should go."

Fan Xi suddenly fell silent.

An Le sighed and said, "I'll come back tomorrow night."

Fan Xi's fingertips loosened a little, and An Le quickly walked out holding the paper chessboard and two bags of chess pieces, holding a torch.

Stiffly half raising her hands, Fan Xi listened to the hurried and messy footsteps of the man.

An Le sprang out from the dungeon, extinguished the torch, jumped onto a nearby tree, looked in the direction, stuffed the things he was carrying into his arms and took out a piece of letter paper and a broken pen.

An Le hesitated for a moment, dipped the tip of his tongue with a pen, thought for a while and began to write a few lines.

Putting away the pen, An Le folded the letter paper and put it in his sleeve, and stepped towards Fan Xi's Palace of the Three Emperors with lightness kung fu.