Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 175 Who is Li Yuan
"Master, princess, what kind of chess are you playing?"

Seeing that Qingyange and Jiuque were completely immersed in the middle of the chessboard, Cen Bin'an couldn't help asking out of curiosity.

Qingyange gnawed on the peach with one hand, and threw the dice with pride.

When the dice were spinning, Qing Yange glanced at Cen Bin casually, and explained with a smile: "This is Monopoly, do you want to play together?"

"Monopoly?" Cen Bin has lived for so many years, but he has never seen such a novel way of playing chess.

The light smoke song "Kacha" took a bite of a peach, and gently lifted its thin lips, "The contestants get the game money, use luck to roll dice and trading strategies, buy land and build buildings to earn rent, and whoever pockets the most money in the end, Whoever is the winner."

Cen Bin seemed to understand, but there was a hint of novelty in those eyes.

"Then this is good..."

"I just happened to come to the restaurant that you built in the last circle of Jiuque! I still need to spend 100 taels! My heart hurts so much!" Cen Bin wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by Qing Yange's exclamation.

Just looking at Qing Yange holding a large handful of papers in his hand, he took out a small paper and handed it to Jiu Que with a heartbroken expression.

Jiu Que stretched out his hand to take it, but Qing Yange's petite hand grabbed one corner tightly, with deep reluctance in his eyes, "Jiu Que...how about throwing the dice again, the one just now doesn't count... ..."

Jiu Que's eyes were drooping like twilight, a gleam flashed in his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he whispered four words, "I'm willing to bet and admit defeat."

With a little force, he pulled the note away from Qing Yange's fingertips, and placed it firmly on the table next to him where there were only a few notes left.

Cen Bin looked at the situation in front of him and said with some surprise: "Master, I never thought you would lose one day. You see, the princess's 'silver tickets' are piled up like a mountain, but you only have dozens of them."

Qing Yange smiled skinny, narrowed her eyes slightly, and retorted: "Cen Bin, you misread."

"What's wrong? Isn't it exactly like this on the table?" Cen Bin asked with some doubts.

Qing Yange raised her slender jade finger and pointed behind Jiu Que, gritted her teeth and said, "You can take a look at the 'bank notes' behind him, there probably won't be enough to pile up."

Cen Bin moved his steps and walked behind Jiu Que. As expected, he saw that the pile of "silver" behind Jiu Que was three times higher than the one on the Qingyan singing table.

He was a little taken aback.

Jiu Que sat firmly on the mountain, stretched out his bony fingers, and threw the dice.

Just watched the number fall to six.

Jiu Que picked up the red-painted Go piece, walked six steps on the drawing, and just landed on an open space.

The corner of his mouth curled up, he took out ten notes without hesitation, and said wantonly, "I bought it."

Qing Yange beat her chest and stamped her feet, and was furious for a while, "You...you landlord!"

Cen Bin looked a little eager to try.

Seeing that Qing Yange suddenly turned her gaze to herself, Cen Bin was slightly taken aback, "Why... what's wrong, princess?"

Qing Yange asked: "By the way, what are you here for?"

Whenever she was alone with Jiu Que, Qing Yuan and Cen Bin would avoid them wisely.

Therefore, Cen Bin's sudden appearance must have something to report.

Jiu Que's eyes followed suit, with a bit of scrutiny.

Cen Bin patted his head, and then realized, "I almost forgot about it. It's like this, Li Yuan was found!"

"Which Li Yuan?" Qing Yange raised her eyebrows and asked.

"It's Li Yuan who handed over the booklet to Beijing to expose the defeat in southern Xinjiang!" Cen Bin replied.

Qingyange stood up suddenly, and said in a hurry: "In this case, let's go and see it quickly, Cen Bin, hurry up and lead the way."

"Yes." Cen Bin replied, and strode forward.

Qing Yange turned around with a distressed face, and said with a bit of regret: "Oh, Jiuque~ What a pity, because we can't play this matter, we will compete next time!"

It was obviously a very regrettable tone, but Jiu Que clearly watched the corners of Qing Yange's mouth rise unstoppably.

There was a glimmer of light in his pitch-black pupils, and he said coldly, "Okay, then next time."

As soon as Qing Yange heard it, she immediately burst into joy, and directly stretched out her hand to grab Jiu Que's wrist, and said, "Then let's go see this Li Yuan quickly."

……

in the lobby.

A man in armor clenched his fists and sat anxiously on the mahogany carved chair.

There was a cup of clear tea on the coffee table beside him. The tea had a faint aroma, it was obviously a cup of high-quality tea, but the man didn't take a sip.

Finally, when he heard the sound, his face became more and more uneasy. He sat upright, straightened his back like a pine tree, and stared straight at the gate with his eyes.

Gradually, he heard the woman's beautiful and charming laughter getting closer.

He took a deep breath.

"Hey, this little brother seems a little familiar~" Qing Yange and Jiu Que intertwined their fingers, and as soon as they stepped into the lobby, they looked at the man sitting in the seat.

Jiu Que's clear and cold eyes glanced lightly, and his thin lips parted slightly: "The son of the Minister of the Ministry of War?"

Seeing that the two were already seated, Li Yuan got up in an orderly manner and walked to the center of the lobby. He cupped his hands towards the two and said seriously: "I am Li Yuan whom the princess and the regent have been looking for for a long time."

"Oh? Why did you, the son of the Ministry of Rites, appear in this remote southern border?" Qing Yange asked curiously.

She asked why this person was so familiar, presumably she had met him a few times in Beijing.

"I'm just a citizen of Tiancang. I wanted to serve my country, so I joined the army and came to southern Xinjiang." Li Yuan spoke neither humble nor overbearing, and his tone was just right.

He didn't have the glamorous face of a miserable green boy with a prominent background in Beijing, and he looked like an ordinary person born in common clothes.

Qing Yange gave her a little more approval, and she asked, "Did you hand over that memorial?"

"It's the villain." Li Yuan replied.

"By the way, how did you avoid so many eyes and ears, and delivered this memorial to Beijing? Could it be through your father's relationship?" Qing Yange propped her chin with her hand, asking one after another.

Hearing this, Li Yuan knelt down immediately, his clear eyes were full of endless seriousness, "The villain used to hand over a few memorials by himself, but all of them disappeared, and he had no choice but to rely on his father's contacts to present the memorials. But this matter has nothing to do with my father, it is all my idea!"

Qing Yange tapped the table with her fingertips, and suddenly smiled, "Are you afraid that we will punish you?"

Li Yuan admitted frankly: "Yes."

"Why?" Qing Yange raised her eyebrows.

This is clearly a good thing, why would Li Yuan be afraid?

"Because this is General Fan's domain, and General Fan is the son of King Nan'an, who is so powerful in Beijing that even...even the royal family has to give some slack. Regardless."

Li Yuan didn't show any contempt at all, and expressed his thoughts bluntly.

Qingyange smiled at Yanyan, "Don't you know that Yingfanfan and King Nan'an fled in fear of crime, and have become criminals of the court?"

There was a trace of astonishment in Li Yuan's eyes, "Has Nan'an Palace collapsed?"

He remembered that when he handed over the memorial, he didn't hear the news.

(End of this chapter)