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Below the bamboo vine, there were two figures. One was silent, while the other was calm.

Xiao Lan held her teacup and pecked it from time to time while Wu Chen, who was sitting opposite her, played a game of chess on his own. The way the two of them interacted was really strange.

The expression on Wu Chen's face was very serious. He was serious to the point of forgetting himself. However, Xiao Lan didn't even look at him. She didn't see the slander that kept on going on in her heart.

This monk must be crazy to ask for a cup of tea from her and then leave. In the end, he didn't even touch the tea that Ning Xiang poured for him and asked for a chessboard. Then, as if no one else was around, he started to place the tea down.

Being sick is being sick, Xiao Lan concluded silently in her heart.

The spring water in the small furnace boiled once again, and white steam rose between Xiao Lan and Wu Chen.

It was already the third pot of tea. Xiao Lan didn't want to continue accompanying this retarded old monk. She placed the teacup in her hand on the table and stood up.

"Old monk, your tea has turned cold. If you really want to drink it, then just happen to boil some water and pour it for yourself. I won't be accompanying you."

As Xiao Lan finished her sentence, she placed the last piece on the black chess piece. The black chess piece emitted a sound that was neither light nor heavy.

As he lifted his head, a look of helplessness and sadness suddenly appeared on his face as he shook his head.

"Regent Consort, your stubbornness is too deeply rooted. It is practically seeping into your blood. How could you …"

How could this end be good? Wu Chen didn't speak the latter half of his sentence. Instead, he stood up and walked out of the courtyard with a heavy expression.

Everyone in the courtyard revealed a look of bewilderment.

What was going on? Why did Grandmaster Wu Chen have such an expression … He didn't say anything to the wangfei. He only played a game in front of the wangfei and then left dejectedly?

If it was said that playing chess alone caused Xiao Lan to feel that something was wrong with his head, then now that he was leaving, she was even more certain that he was sick. Not only that, his illness was not light at all.

He played chess by himself, and in the end, he ended up with a defeated look. Was he really that bored?

Xiao Lan stood on the spot and snorted. She turned around and prepared to leave, but just as she was about to step forward, she suddenly became interested in the board game that Wu Chen had placed on her.

She wanted to see what kind of game this old monk was playing to make her act like this.

Xiao Lan's gaze gradually descended onto the chessboard two steps away from her.

A glance, two eyes, and when he saw the third eye, Xiao Lan's entire body suddenly started trembling. In the end, the trembling was so intense that he couldn't even clench his fingers tightly.

Impossible, impossible!

How could Wu Chen arrange such a game of chess!

"Wait!"

Xiao Lan suddenly turned around and growled at Wu Chen. His shout was so loud that it shocked everyone in the courtyard. Even Bai Ling, who had been expressionless the entire time, was shocked.

In the next second, Xiao Lan seemed to have become a silhouette as he instantly flew across the courtyard. By the time his figure became clear, he had already appeared in front of Wu Chen, blocking his way.

In the courtyard, it was as if someone had pointed at a mute, silent acupoint.

Ning Xiang's mouth was wide open in shock. "Royal Consort …"

Just now, her princess consort was … Just standing by her side … How did she appear in front of Grandmaster Wu Chen in the blink of an eye …

In the distance, when Bai Ling saw Xiao Lan's actions, she was completely shocked on the spot. She did not expect that … She also had inner force, and judging from her actions just now, her inner force was as strong as her inner force!

Was this considered hiding something?

At this moment, Xiao Lan, who was standing in front of Wu Chen, had an extremely complicated expression on his face. There was panic, seriousness, and a scorching heat in his eyes. He suddenly realized that he was about to be torn apart.

"You, why did you put up that game?"

Wu Chen looked gloomily at Xiao Lan. "Regent's consort, is there any problem with the chess game that this old monk has put out?"

Is there a problem?

Of course there was a problem!

And there was a big problem!

That game of chess was Anya's usual chess line, Anya's customary rules of placement, the situation that Anya would take no matter how many steps she took!

Why would he do that?!

She did not believe that it was something that he had casually put up, she did not believe that it was something that he had inadvertently put up. Even if he were to spend money to put up such a lousy game of chess, others would think that it was something that was out of their league.

"Tell me!"

Seeing the fervor and madness in Xiao Lan's eyes, Wu Chen's gaze darkened.

"Regent's consort, this old monk has no comment."

Finished speaking, Wu Chen calmly walked around Xiao Lan and continued to walk out of the courtyard.

"You can't leave!"

Seeing that Wu Chen was about to leave, Xiao Lan anxiously pulled on Wu Chen's sleeve. Her strength was so great that she nearly tore his sleeve off.

The people in the courtyard were once again stupefied.

"Princess …"

As for Xuanyuan Yun, who was rushing over, he was just about to step into the courtyard when he saw this scene.

Windy, who was behind him, immediately widened his eyes. "What are the wangfei and Grandmaster Wu Chen doing?"

Just as he finished speaking, Windy felt a formless ice blade pierce through his body. He held his breath and shut his mouth, not only wanting to shut it up so badly, but also wanting to sew his mouth shut.

Xuanyuan Yun stood at his original spot coldly, his pitch-black eyes so dark that they didn't have a trace of light in them.

Feng Chen coldly frowned at Xiao Lan's persuasion. He turned around and calmly brushed Xiao Lan's hand off his sleeve.

"Regent's wife, it's not like this old monk has not given you a chance, just now this old monk had to use a full two incense sticks of time to put down that game of chess, and in such a long time, you actually did not even glance at it, even if you did look at it, this old monk will tell you the answer you want, but in the end, he did not. At that moment, this old monk knows, your stubbornness has already become a demon in your heart, and anything this old monk says is useless.

This time, he did not want to stay any longer.

Xiao Lan clenched his fist tightly as he looked at Wu Chen's back. In just two seconds, Xiao Lan stopped Wu Chen once again. The complex expression on his face turned into a bone-chilling iciness as he glared daggers at Wu Chen's eyes.

"Monk, you know who I am, you know where I come from, and you also know where I'm going, right?!"

As soon as Xiao Lan finished speaking, Xuanyuan Feng, who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard, instantly went as cold as stone and as deep as the abyss.

In the courtyard, Wu Chen looked at Xiao Lan as he slowly clasped his hands together. "Amitabha, since you have become a demon, you have no fate with the Buddhist family. This old monk has nothing to say."

This time, Wu Chen didn't take a step forward. Instead, he directly disappeared from where he stood.

Where was he? Where did he go?!

Xiao Lan looked around frantically, "Old monk, come back and explain yourself clearly! "Old monk, wuu …"

In the midst of his enraged roar, Xiao Lan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Princess!"

Ning Xiang swiftly ran towards Xiao Lan, and a white figure was even faster, instantly picking up Xiao Lan, who had spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You Lanyi, calm down." Xuan Yuan's voice was as cold as ice.

The blood in Xiao Lan's mouth was still bubbling uncontrollably as his throat rolled up and down. However, the amount of blood that flowed out was still greater than what he had swallowed.