The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1693

Chapter 1693: 825 The Overbearing Beauty Has Arrived! (2 taels)

Gu Jiao came out of the Feng Courtyard and noticed a small figure peeking from behind a large tree.

Gu Jiao walked over: "Neat Sky?"

Little Neat Sky paused, scratched his small head, and stepped out: "Ah, I’ve been found."

He asked in distress and reluctance, "Why do you always have to go to war?" Correct content is on fr.eew eb novel..com

She knelt down on one knee in front of him, suddenly realizing that Little Neat Sky had grown taller. Previously, she could easily see the top of his head in this pose, but now she truly looked him in the eye. Correct content is on f.ree w.e(b)nov el.c.om

In the Purple Bamboo Forest, the National Master was sitting inside playing chess.

"You take black," said the National Master.

By now, dusk had fallen, and feather-fan glass lamps were hung under the porch. The transparency of this glass was almost indistinguishable from the glass of the past life, clearly surpassing Liang Country’s craftsmanship.

For misunderstanding you for so long, I’ll play a game with you.

Gu Jiao patted his little head and smiled: "Going to war is not fun."

In the end, Little Neat Sky couldn’t bear to part with her and was almost crying with grievance.

The disciple who was supposed to be on duty had gone to run errands, while Ye Qing was kneeling respectfully at the side, waiting for his master’s instructions.

The National Master looked at this piece and had a momentary lapse.

"Uh... yes!" Little Neat Sky hesitated for a moment, then nodded earnestly in acknowledgment.

The fruit tea carried a naturally refreshing fruity aroma, but not too sweet, suiting Gu Jiao’s taste well.

"Let him in," the National Master said.

The National Master paused in holding the chess piece.

It’s wonderful to watch you grow up.

The Moon-worshipping Festival, also known as Mid-Autumn, is a tradition in Dayan to hang lanterns for moon gazing.

This question, Gu Jiao did not know how to answer.

"Hung up for the Moon-worshipping Festival," Ye Qing invited Gu Jiao inside, "Usually, they’ll be hung up until the end of the month before being taken down."

"Alright," Gu Jiao didn’t refuse, taking the black and playing first. She placed a piece on the small spot in the upper right corner of the board.

The National Master glanced at her wordlessly.

"There’s no need," he said.

Gu Jiao removed a fallen leaf from his shoulder and softly said: "Everyone has their duties; saving lives, protecting the nation and its people, all are responsibilities."

"Join me for a game of chess." He decided not to bother with her.

"I’m done." The National Master suddenly put the chess piece back into the chess box.

"Why aren’t you playing?" Gu Jiao blinked and asked, "Don’t tell me you can’t play?"

"I’m here to take the first kit," Gu Jiao said, "and to say goodbye."

Gu Jiao placed a black piece: "Why not clarify?"

Once the little guy was in dreamland, Gu Jiao rode a carriage to the National Master Hall.

He raised his innocent small face, his big eyes blinking at Gu Jiao, and his thick, curled eyelashes made him look like a little lash sprite.

The National Master snorted: "It’s rare for you to actually come and say goodbye."

With the fall of the Crown Prince and the downfall of the Han Family, the fake monarch matter was resolved, and the National Master Hall naturally cleared its name and lifted its lockdown.

Gu Jiao said: "I am not working hard."

"When did these get hung up? They’re quite nice," Gu Jiao said.

So nice.

"Who said I can’t play?" The National Master coldly picked up a white piece and placed it on the board.

Gu Jiao knelt down opposite the National Master: "National Master, you’ve worked hard to come down here, even celebrating such folk festivals."

The tragedy of the Xuanyuan Family had already occurred; saying it wasn’t his leak couldn’t bring back those lives.