Sima Yi was a little dissatisfied with the subsequent misunderstandings that Zhao Rui used Zhou Ying to lead to.

However, after all, Zhao Rui did these things because of herself, and she couldn't blame her. She could only wait until she returned to Wen County before explaining to Zhou Ying. At present, he was very worried about whether his father and Liu Xie had arrived in Luoyang safely.

"You don't have to worry about this. Your friend named Guo has already sent a letter to Feige, which said that your father and the little emperor returned to Luoyang safely under the escort of Dong Cheng and others. The situation has stabilized now."

The young man handed the letter Guo Jia had just sent to Sima Yi, which made Sima Yi feel a little relieved, but he still couldn't be too relieved about the situation in Luoyang. After all, Liu Xie does not have absolutely trustworthy forces around him now, and military power is scattered everywhere and it is difficult to unify. If anyone suddenly attacks his throne, it is very dangerous not to protect him without a capable person.

After nightfall, Sima Yi sat quietly on the eaves, looking up at the stars flashing in the night sky, recalling the past scenes flashing through his mind. When Chunhua's young and cute face came into his eyes again, he couldn't help but lift his hands, and the pain hidden in his heart surged out of the gap...

The spreading hands couldn't help but clenched into fists. He hated himself, hated why he didn't have enough strength to pull her up and why he couldn't protect her well. Obviously, when he saw Sima Lang vomiting blood for the tragic death of Zhang Wang's family, he secretly decided to take good care of Chunhua and atone for the Sima family, but the result was...

Suddenly, his shoulder was covered with a coat. When he turned around, the boy was already sitting beside him, looking up at the night sky:

"The wind is cool at night. If you are blown away again, Mr. Zhongjing and I will be in vain."

"How did you get up?" In fact, Sima Yi's implication was: Why didn't I even notice you get up?

"You are thinking about things, even if I stand behind you with a knife, you won't notice it."

The boy directly answered his deepest questions.

They looked up at the stars, and watched the soft and thin clouds in the night sky floated over their heads one by one. The long-silent atmosphere was broken by the boy. He kept looking up at the night sky and asked Sima Yi:

"Can you tell me what you're thinking?"

Sima Yi looked at the boy slightly, sighed and asked back:

"Have you ever seen the relatives you care most about disappearing or dying from your eyes?"

The boy's face became a little gloomy. Under the moonlight, Sima Yi couldn't see the expression hidden in the shadows clearly. In Sima Yi's opinion, the reason why the boy had a mature temperament beyond his age range was not just because he was so simple and so simple with his talent. Perhaps he had unspeakable pain in his heart, just like himself.

The next morning, Zhao Rui got up and found that Sima Yi was not in her room. She started searching everywhere, but she couldn't find it. So she called Sima Yi and woke up Sima Yi and the boy who were sleeping together on the roof. They rubbed their temples and eyes, and then they found that it was almost dawn.

Just at this moment, the wooden door was gently pushed open. Zhao Rui thought it was Zhou Ying and the others who came to the door again, and her expression was extremely frightened. When half of the door was completely pushed open and she saw clearly the person coming in, she felt a little relieved:

Because the person who came was just an old man wearing a white shirt and a silver silk head and a middle-aged man wearing a brown coat.

After they came in, they passed by the young man's first in the courtyard and came to the inner courtyard very calmly and smoothly, which surprised Zhao Rui very much. When the young man and Sima Yi came down from the eaves, the young man saw two visitors coming forward and bowed respectfully: "I have seen Decao, two gentlemen Shangchang."

When I heard that the visitors were the famous Sima Hui and Pang Degong. Sima Yi did not dare to neglect the etiquette and also came forward to pay homage.

Seeing Sima Yi's unrestrained face, Pang Degong couldn't help but be curious: "Who is this little brother?"

The young man introduced: "This is Sima Yi, a Hanoi native who lives in my place to recuperate."

Sima Hui, who was standing aside, had never left Sima Yi since he saw Sima Yi.

Mr. Pang De said to the young man: "I lost to you last time when I played against you. After Mr. De Cao learned about it, he became interested in playing against you in a game."

The young man was very happy after hearing this and accepted it happily: "The younger generation's chess skills are not enough to be compared with those of morality and cao, but since the gentleman is willing to give in to the nobles and give advice, the younger generation is very happy to learn from the gentleman."

Sima Hui waved his hand and smiled, "If you can beat Pang Degong, you must have reached the realm of chess skills. Let's talk to each other."

The two sat opposite each other. The elders, Zhao Rui, Pang Degong and Sima Yi all stood aside and watched quietly. Sima raised his hand to signal the young man to hold Bai first. The young man pinched his son for a while and then put down Bai Zi.

"Does the first step take so long?" Zhao Rui murmured in a low voice, Sima Yi put his index finger on his lips and signaled her not to speak:

"Don't speak loudly when playing chess, and you should not judge the way both sides play chess on the spot."

Sima Hui, who was twisting the zither, looked slightly at Sima Yi who was standing aside and whispering to Zhao Rui, and then made a move with a slight smile.

After more than ten moves, it was Sima Hui's turn to make a move again. When he was about to get off the black piece, he suddenly fell on the ground and reacted like a swaying spirit.

Then he leaned on the chessboard and began to react extremely uncomfortablely, with his expression looking very painful.

Mr. Pang De quickly stepped forward to support him, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Sima Hui shook his head: "This is my old disease. Just rest for a while, but I am already in a mess now and can't concentrate on making progress."

"What should I do? This game of chess has just begun." Pang Degong felt very sorry. He was already a young defeated player and could no longer play against him, but the game of chess has begun.

At this time, Sima Hui pointed at Sima Yi, who was standing not far away, and said weakly:

"I just saw that he looked like he should be able to play chess, so let him play for me."

Sima Yi looked around and pointed at himself in surprise: "Me?"

Pang De Guild smiled and helped Sima Hui up and sat aside with great tacit understanding, then quickly pushed Sima Yi to the opposite side of the boy: "Since Mr. De Cao said that, if you know how to play, you might as well try it. It's just that playing chess is harmless."

Sima Yi, who was in a difficult situation, couldn't find an excuse to refuse. Seeing this, the young man chuckled and said lightly:

“It’s good…”

After looking around, Sima Yi, who had almost no other choice, sat down with a look of difficulty and bowed to the boy:

"Then, please give me some advice."
Chapter completed!