The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 466 The Battle of Weiqi (3)
After sizing up tenderly, he looked down at Mu Zhaoming who was pillowed on his lap, and said lightly, "Master, please forgive this junior for being rude. It is inconvenient for this junior to leave the soft sedan chair, and we cannot play chess face-to-face with the master." Feel sorry.

"The benefactor is very polite, please!" Master Zhengyi said flatly.

Boqing was not polite to Master Zhengyi, picked up a white stone in her jade hand, flicked it lightly, and landed it on Tianyuan without fail.

As soon as this piece fell, a piece immediately fell on the corresponding position on the big chessboard behind, and everyone in the audience immediately stared wide-eyed.

"Tian Yuan, this woman went crazy just now, and the first piece actually fell into Tian Yuan." The people below who knew how to play yelled out immediately.

The prime minister's wife's first son, red and hot, was placed at the very center of the chessboard, on the unique star in the middle.

Anyone who understands chess knows that the first move to fall to Tianyuan is either a genius or a chess blind. Otherwise, whoever would take Tianyuan at the first move is an idiot.

No matter what others say, Boqing always ignores it. In her heart, people with different identities play different chess.

And the kind she plays is called Emperor Chess. Although she is not the emperor of Dongsheng, she is the emperor of a big commercial country. Her eyesight and insight are no worse than that of the king of a country.

When this move was spread outside, it also caused an uproar, and some people even yelled at Bo Qing, idiot, fool, bastard, idiot... all became the code names of Bo Qing.

Master Zhengyi didn't seem to hear the voices of the crowd, and Tian Yuan didn't respond to Boqing's step, so he calmly dropped his first son and made a gesture of please.

Pa, flirtatiously dropped another son.

Pa, Master Zhengyi's move is also very straightforward.

pop, pop, pop...

The speed of the two players' moves is very fast, but it is also very confusing. The chess moves of the two are not within the common sense.

On the huge chessboard, the black and white chess pieces are not stuck together at all, but are played separately, not like playing chess, but more like grabbing the territory.

Master Zhengyi was trying to seize the territory in front of him, and the fickle chess pieces were scattered. Almost the entire chessboard was scattered with her chess pieces, and almost none of the chess pieces were connected together.

Seeing such a bad game of chess, there was a trace of disdain in everyone's eyes.

This woman really doesn't know how to play chess, how can anyone play chess like this, it's really unreasonable to be undefeated, no, it's not allowed by nature.

Despite the many scolding, the two still seized the territory in an orderly manner, with more and more chess pieces, the situation gradually became clear, and everyone gradually felt it.

This game of chess is extraordinary and fickle.

Although most of the white pieces are scattered, they always have the effect of bringing the dead back to life at critical moments, or instantly connecting pieces that are far apart, or blocking the opponent's way of advancing and retreating.

Although the first son played Tianyuan, Boqing showed no signs of defeat, but it is still unclear whether he will win or lose, so it is not appropriate to draw conclusions too early.

A chessboard that is three times larger will naturally have three times more chess pieces, and it will take longer.

Fortunately, everyone below is familiar with Grandmaster Zhengyi, and knows that the chessboard he uses is four times the size of the ordinary chessboard, so they have made preparations early, otherwise they can only put four chessboards together.

In a certain restaurant, on a large round table, there is also a huge chessboard, and the chess moves on it are the chess moves of masters Bo Qing and Zheng Yi.

The one standing beside the table was Murong Sheng, the prince of the sky who had shown his face in Liberty City. He was still in Dongsheng, and he was carefully analyzing the chess moves of the two of them.

The more I study, the more weird I feel, and the more frightened I am, the two people's chess moves are not ordinary.

Perhaps, this method of dismounting can be called the world.

The sky is a chess game, and everything in the world becomes a chess piece in his hands. It's really interesting to think that there is a woman who is ruthless and has the talent of an emperor.

Who wins the war between kings?Who loses?What you look at is the overall layout, not every move of the game. Fickleness starts to dominate the world at the first step, and the chances of winning are relatively large.

"Come here, add another 10 taels, and the palace will beat the prime minister's wife to win."

In the arena, the situation has gradually become clear after one more flirtatious fall.

The faces of all the people gradually became solemn, and the things that were originally a sure thing were only [-]% sure, and their hearts gradually hung high.

Because some of them took out all their wealth and bet on a master to win. What if, what if, wouldn't they go bankrupt.

At this time, no one dared to call Boqing an idiot, a fool, or a fool anymore, because those who scolded these words were idiots, fools, and fools.

When the chess pieces occupy more than half of the chessboard, people see that it is no longer a chessboard, not a piece of chess pieces, but a battlefield for decisive battles.

The black and white chess pieces are the two sides that are fighting. The chess pieces turned into an endless army, constantly rushing to fight, tens of thousands of horses are galloping, corpses are strewn across the field, blood is stained on the rivers and mountains, and the horses roar, crossing the world...

That kind of shocking momentum is definitely not a small-scale iron war, it seems to be a big war sweeping the entire Yuntian Continent.

And the two are commanding thousands of troops to fight. The longer the battle line, the higher the requirements for the commander. The comparison is vision. Only by seeing far and accurately can you go far.

A huge massacre, in an instant, blood flowed into rivers and bones piled up into mountains.

Head-on confrontation, flank raid, sudden attack, retreat, pursuit, desertion...

In an instant, the onlookers felt as if they were there, and he was one of them, playing different roles on the battlefield.

In the restaurant, Murong Sheng set down a son himself, and the situation became clear in an instant.

Murong Sheng's complexion suddenly changed drastically. If the two armies competed in the world with Yuntian Continent as the battlefield, then fickleness would already be at the top.

Because from the very beginning, Bo Qing's goal was the entire Sky Continent, not the Eastern Territory, which only occupies one side. The result of this game is already very clear.

Everyone in the square stared at the big chessboard, and their hearts gradually became cold. The probability that Master Zhengyi might win is getting lower and lower. Now it has dropped from [-]% to less than [-]%, and [-]% is [-]%. Maybe a miracle will appear at the last moment.

Staring at the sedan chair on the arena, looking at the graceful figure inside, he couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Damn it, this prime minister's wife is really evil, not only because of her martial arts skills, but also her chess skills, she is simply not a human being, but a goblin. Fetal, metamorphosis..."

The two of you in the arena are still you and me, and I fill the chess pieces together, without any influence from the outside world, and seem to enjoy this process very much.

About half an hour later, with two fingertips, he said with a faint smile: "Master, one son will determine the country, and this junior is lucky to win." With a flick of the jade finger, the white piece landed on the chessboard with a snap.

The situation is all in favor of fickleness, the overall situation of the world has been decided, the master of Zhengyi loses, and fickleness dominates the world, and everyone can't help but shout long live.

Whether it was inside the square or outside the Martial Arts League, there were screams all over the place.

God, since Master Zhengyi was born, why should there be another evildoer like Ruanqing.

God has no eyes!Why don't you take this monster away.

At this time, Master Zhengyi let out a long breath, and said in a refreshed manner: "The poor monk lost, and he was convinced that he lost. The poor monk feels ashamed of himself because of his foresight."

Take out a small box from the sleeve, send the inner force to the soft sedan chair: "I wish to bet and admit defeat, this is the relic of the Buddha treasure, please accept it, girl."

Bo Qing stretched out his hand to get down the box, and said with a soft smile, "Thank you, Master."

Master Zhengyi just stood up, seemed to think of something, turned around and said: "Benefactor, forgive me for talking too much, although I don't know what kind of martial arts this benefactor is practicing, but judging from his current situation, it is best to let him He is completely asleep, don't wake up halfway until he fully recovers."

Bo Qing's expression froze, and he said quickly: "Thank you, Master, for reminding me."

(End of this chapter)