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Tea room.

Yin Huai pondered for a while, looked at the steep and unparalleled chess board thinking, and set up another dangerous path until he pushed Master Yan's chess step by step, swallowed two rows of white pieces in one breath, then relaxed his eyebrows and continued: "Chess is a good chess, but--"

Master Yan looked at Bai Zi, who was powerless to turn the world around, glanced at Yin Huai, and simply said to him: "But Governor Yin can't bear it anymore."

He gave up the siege of the city through a boat and set up a painless position: "Once upon a time, the Seventh Prince was the most chess piece, but now it's a mole between the eyebrows and the bead on the palm of the Lord."

Yin Huai had no choice but to curl the corner of his mouth, raised the tea bowl and took a sip, and said in a low voice: "I think he is my ancestor."

Master Yan looked up and looked at him quietly with his sharp eyes that had witnessed this dynasty for decades. Yin Huai looked directly without retreating, his eyes intersected, and in a few seconds, there was no need for words in his eyes, mediation and compromise.

Yin Huai decided to make the last son, and the outcome was decided, and raised his eyebrows: "Take the offer."

The old man looked at his chess piece that had been eaten up completely, and sighed helplessly. He was old and could not beat the young man. Yin Huai always said that his decision was the same, and no one could shake it.

The old man shook his head gently and took the chess piece back into the chess cup: "Forget it, since the supervisor has made up his mind, I will stop talking too much."

When he picked up the other party's black spot, he saw that the chess game was just laid out into a clever circle. Then he thought that the appearance of His Highness Huai may not be a good thing, so he murmured: "Okay."

Yin Huai put down his teacup: "What?"

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"It's good to have His Highness, King Huai." Master Yan said: "I have mentioned it to the governor before, and I will be fine if I make a comeback."

"The blood and evil spirit of the Supervisor is too strong. He always wants to kill everything and never leave a line of retreat. However, the Supervisor cannot listen. Now he has a tight spell."

Not to mention anything else, although Yin Huai's recent actions have remained ruthless and harsh, he could see that he had restrained his work. He was not as good as before, and he always had ruthless and extreme work, which was actually very unfavorable for their plans.

Yin Huai was the most powerful minister, and it was difficult to find out what people and things could restrain him in this world. Without any checks and balances or awe, he could do whatever he wanted. However, he was only one step away from becoming a demon. At that time, it was the suffering of the people of the world.

Qi Qingzhou was the only rein that could hold him. It was the good roots and thoughts that God had specially put down to clean up his evil spirit platform, and it was a rare good fate and blessing in his destiny.

Yin Huai smiled and refused to comment. He had never believed in gods and Buddhas. Ghosts came to kill ghosts and demons came to kill monsters. He was just afraid that they would do too much and there would be idle people waiting to gossip in the little prince's ears, which would make him unhappy.

Now that little ancestor is very unhappy, he has been out of the palace today and has not yet come back for a day, so he is becoming more and more arrogant.

Thinking of this, Yin Huai's tenderness and sweetness between his eyebrows and eyes were cleaned again in a blink of an eye, his lips were pursed tightly, and he felt a little uneasy.

In the past, he was only determined to take power and eliminate dissidents, but now he is willing to compromise. As long as the little prince is happy, he can give up all these things he values ​​very much in the past.

He had enough trouble these days. He originally wanted to Leng Yi Leng Xiao Prince, but now he couldn't help it.

Forget it, what are the old bones like who come from the bloody storm that are scrupulous to a child? He can try to coax him, and do whatever he wants, change his methods, and kill less animals.

He is willing to compromise.

As for other things, you can teach him slowly, be patient, lower your posture, and have a better temper, the little prince will understand.

Anyway, as long as he is here, he can protect Qi Qingzhou no matter what.

Yin Huai thought very well every step, but he didn't know that the growing teenager was on the verge of a mental collapse.

Whenever I see Yin Huai's beautiful face that is so beautiful that it is lie, Qi Qingzhou feels ache in his heart, and he holds a piece of sincerity in his hands for others to trample on.

He used to believe that even though Yin Huai was indifferent and vicious, he was an exception.

It turns out that it is not, it is all fake.

Patient teaching is fake, the snacks he bought for him are fake, the night guard, the coaxing of medicine when applying medicine, and all the lanterns of peace and joy are fake. He thought that the most trustworthy friends and relatives were fake, so how could Yin Huai make it?

The person who once tried his best to protect and accompany him forever deceived him like this, and even despised him so much, and had dirty tricks on him. Those intimate hugs and warm physical contacts now make him disgusted.

Qi Qingzhou's silent tears flooded his cheeks, and his whole body couldn't stop twitching and trembling.

The next day, the palace people cleaned up the bed, pillowcase, and corners of the quilt, and were all wet.

After sleeping all night, Qi Qingzhou walked out with two black balls under his eyes. Unexpectedly, someone was waiting in the hall.

After all, Yin Huai was convinced and stood up and walked towards him first.

Qi Qingzhou cried all night, but his face was calm, but the corners of his eyes were red.

He lowered his head, and decisively brushed away the other party's hand that had put on his outer robe for him, and shrank his hands and dodged as if he had touched something dirty.

Yin Huai's eyebrows flicked, and he was not mentally prepared for this unconcealed rejection and resistance. The cloud silk silk woven robe he specially ordered for Qi Qingzhou to be slaughtered to the ground and was stained with dust.

When this outer robe was first made, Qi Qingzhou was so tight that he had to wear it out every day.

Yin Huai just thought that the little prince was very arrogant and was still worried about the incident a few days ago. He bent down and picked it up. Before he could stand up straight, he heard the boy standing in the early winter sun in the courtyard and whispering: "Palmprint, do you think I'm stupid?"

There was a little inexplicable and shallow smile in the voice, which was as free and unreal as the sunlight of November in the sky. The floating tail sound made people feel panicked and extremely uncomfortable.

Yin Huai's eyes narrowed dangerously. He knew Qi Qingzhou for so long, but he still didn't know when the child would speak to someone in this tone.

Yin Huai was puzzled and did not answer. Qi Qingzhou turned around and looked over from afar. He asked, "That palm print, do you think I'm obedient?"

When he spoke, he even tilted his head playfully, but his out-of-focused puppet was like a puppet whose soul was pulled away, full of aimless powerlessness and fatigue.

The eyes were peeled off, and there was a hint of scarlet hatred and determination.

There is no way not to hate him. I used to trust him and admire him, but now I hate him.

Those trust, happiness and security are extremely ridiculous. He approached like a shameless dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy, asking for some pampering, caring for some concern, and praise.

The palm print probably found it very funny in his heart. Everything was under his control, and it didn't even take any effort. He just rushed to take the bait, expressed his loyalty countless times, and said countless admiration countless times, which made countless embarrassment.

Qi Qingzhou suddenly felt hatred, and took a step forward, and smiled. The dimples on the corner of his mouth seemed obedient and gentle: "Do you think I look good?"

Yin Huai felt inexplicably painful, as if something was mixed in a mess and flashed by. He couldn't grasp the thread, and something had already passed away quietly. He felt panic, frowned and said seriously, "When will your highness come back from home? Let's talk."

Qi Qingzhou blinked slowly, and his eyebrows showed a sarcastic sarcasm.

What's there to talk about? A liar who is full of lies and a bastard who is addicted to power, and he feels uncomfortable for a second of contact with him as if he's tossing and turning. Qi Qingzhou bent his lips slightly and learned Yin Huai's casual appearance in daily life: "Unsure."

Not sure when I will come back, not sure...will you come back again.

He raised his foot and strode towards the palace gate. The cold and bleak wind lifted up the corner of his thin clothes. He stopped when he stepped out of the threshold, turned slightly, and smiled gently at the air: "For this period, I am grateful for the care of the palm print."

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It depends on who is cruel! See you tomorrow night! Bobo
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