After a game of chess, treading on thin ice Fengyun seems to be forced to go, but the remnants have been displayed

Zhang Qianqian hesitated with black chess, and Feng Yun looked at her lightly and indifferently. "You can go …"
Zhang Qianqian pinched the player and trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and looked at the chess game with cold eyes. Then she looked at Fengyun softly and coldly. "Did Xiao Linchu teach you?"
There is no other reason why she will be defeated by Feng Yunqing except this explanation.
Fengyun shook his head gently and slowly. "Mu Han said that everyone has demons in their hearts, Miss Zhang. Your demons just want to beat us so much that you will lose to this chess game!"
Zhang Qianqian looked pale and stared at the chessboard for a moment. Suddenly, she reached out and roared, overturned the chessboard and glared at Fengyun. "I don’t, I will lose to you and then write!"
Think of writing Zhang Qianqian was even more ugly. Feng Yun’s light words are just like Xiao Linchu’s. Xiao Linchu was already the highest city in the world. Is it possible for her to win?
I didn’t expect that she would lose to this dude Wang Feifeng in public today.
I didn’t expect that she would lose to her most despised opponent …
She was stupefied, and her eyes showed great sadness.
Fengyun remembered her writing face suddenly, and her words were not her own, but plagiarized Xiao Linchu.
She doesn’t want to be invincible …
Slowly get up, she throws chess in her hand and frowns in a low voice. "I give up writing-"
Fengyun writes just like Xiao Linchu, which is no secret in Beijing.
I didn’t expect that she would win a certain event and would take the initiative to admit defeat.
Zhang Qianqian blanched and looked at her incredulously, looking at Fengyun light.
Fengyun gently pursed her lips. "The last painting-"
Zhang Qianqian shivered and took a deep breath. "Have you won two games?"
Fengyun shook her head lightly. "I won two games, but I also lost one place. If you win, then we are tied. I will never ask you whether you go or stay in Beijing!"
Zhang Qianqian knew that Feng Yunqing would turn over again if she didn’t take the initiative to throw in the towel if she wanted to win.
What she took the initiative to admit defeat may be that she had another estrangement with Xiao Linchu.
At this time, she will continue to be laughed at by everyone, but she would rather be laughed at than leave the capital again.
Slowly turning around, she looked at Fengyun and said softly, "Well, if I lose the last item, then I will never stay in Beijing again!"
She blanched and went to the side of the case, trembling and spreading out the rice paper. If Ji Yuere immediately helped to grind the ink.
Fengyun walked beside her with a cool look and rolled out the rice paper with one hand and one hand.
The old emperor suddenly said, "Wait-"
Both of them paused and looked at the old emperor. "This bet is because of the old three. Let the old three give their own questions. You two draw separately …"
Fengyun looked up at the old emperor silently.
Zhang Qianqian is afraid that Xiao Linchu will find it difficult to look at a cold man with tears in his eyes not far away.
Xiao Linchu got up and walked steadily to Zhang Qianqian and Fengyun Light. Cold "You two draw whatever you are thinking about …"
Zhang Qianqian’s beautiful eyebrows Cu suddenly brush rice paper with thick ink and heavy color, which is a picture of the four seas rising and falling.
Although she is a beautiful woman, her pen is sharper than just a few sketches, which have taken shape.
Fengyun light is holding a brush and hesitating for a long time. She stares at the blank paper in front of her and looks pale.
The pen trembled in her hand and she couldn’t put pen to paper after drawing for half a ring.
Draw whatever you think?
But she thought of him …
She drew him a thousand times, but never drew his heart.
She gave him her heart, but he wrapped it in layers of coats, which she could not see or touch.
This time she can’t lose. If she loses, Zhang Qianqian will take Xiao Linchu away.
She can’t and won’t be them.
The tip of the trembling pen painted a vague outline. She bit her lip and tears fell on the white rice paper again, smudging a little ink.