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Chapter 24 Fighting on the chessboard
Jun Tingsheng and Song Baichuan were sitting in the gazebo. There was a game of chess in front of them. One was holding white pieces and the other was holding black pieces. You came and I fought on the chessboard unceremoniously.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. Tingsheng's chess skills are almost catching up with King Chengyang." Song Baichuan held a black piece, looked at the chessboard with no way out, and frowned slightly.

It is really embarrassing to lose to a half-grown child.

Jun Tingsheng smiled, pretending not to see Song Baichuan frowning, looked down at Song Baoling who was sitting beside him and asked a fatal question.

"Ling'er, you said little uncle and your father, who can win this game of chess?"

Song Baoling was eating buns, and when she heard Jun Tingsheng's words, her mouth was full, and she looked up at Jun Tingsheng blankly.

Why did she ask such a dilemma? Isn't this a test of her IQ?
Song Baoling looked at the two with some embarrassment, his small face was slightly wrinkled, and he pretended to be old-fashioned, which made people laugh a little bit.

"It looks like a draw!"

Song Baichuan held the chess piece, and laughed noncommittally when he heard Jun Tingsheng's words.

"She is a little girl who knows how to play chess, so don't make things difficult for her."

Jun Tingsheng raised the corner of his mouth, "Brother-in-law is wrong. Linger's mouth must have been opened, and she speaks very accurately. Maybe she will say that you will win this game?"

"Don't spoil her too much."

Song Baichuan only said such words to make her happy when Jun Tingsheng doted on his daughter.

"I didn't make her happy, really." Jun Tingsheng said with a serious face that Song Baoling's prediction had come true in the past few days.

After hearing this, Song Baichuan still looked indifferent.

"I think it's just a coincidence."

Seeing this, Jun Tingsheng stopped being attached to these things.

He didn't believe it, just because he didn't see it with his own eyes.

In the end, the game of chess was not finished because Song Baichuan had something to do, and Jun Tingsheng also took Song Baoling back to his courtyard.

"Young master, something has happened!"

Liang Yi stood at the door, and when he saw Jun Tingsheng and Song Baoling who came back, their expressions were a little dignified.

"What's the matter?"

In front of Song Baoling, Jun Tingsheng never deliberately shy away from anything, after all a four-year-old girl can know anything.

Liang Yi was not surprised either, and the two entered the study.

Jun Tingsheng put Song Baoling on the chair beside the Eight Immortals table, and handed her a plate of snacks, telling her to play by herself.

"Ling'er, little uncle has something to do, you should eat something by yourself first!"

"it is good!"

Song Baoling nodded, and stuffed a snack into his mouth.

Jun Tingsheng immediately took Liang Yi to the book case, looked at Liang Yi as soon as he sat down and asked, "Tell me, what happened?"

"The news came from the eyeliner of Dongliao in the north. The king of Dongliao plans to attack the city of Fuhua in the north before winter. Presumably the king of Beiliao is planning to grab food for the winter."

Beiliao is a nomadic people, and there is not a lot of food there, and people will starve to death in winter.

In order to protect the people of the Northern Liao Dynasty, the Northern Liao Dynasty could only buy a large amount of grain from the Southern Qi Dynasty to keep out the cold for the winter, otherwise, many people would die under the snowstorm.

What's more, the King of the Northern Liao Dynasty has always been eyeing the Southern Qi. After all, the Southern Qi is rich in goods and people, and there is nothing lacking.

"I will send a letter to Wen Lin immediately, and you will send someone to the border immediately."

Jun Tingsheng frowned, and wrote the letter with a solemn expression.

"After receiving the letter, General Lu will definitely deploy his defenses in advance." Liang Yi admired Lu Wenlin very much. He used soldiers like a god at a young age, so much so that he didn't change his expression when facing the wolf and ambitious King of Northern Liao.

A rare good boy.

On the Eight Immortals table, Song Baoling was lying on the table drowsy, and suddenly heard the word 'write a letter', opened his eyes, and instantly woke up.

Little uncle is not suitable for writing letters today, something big will happen.

She slid down from the chair with a plate of dim sum, and ran towards Jun Tingsheng with her calves.

"Uncle..."

Song Baoling stood beside Jun Tingsheng, dragging the dim sum plate with both hands, with a pair of big watery eyes, as if he could talk, looking at Jun Tingsheng burningly.

"eat dessert!"

Jun Tingsheng lowered his head and glanced at Song Baoling, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Ling'er is good, uncle still has something to do, and when little uncle is done with it, I will eat with you."

"No, Ling'er will let uncle eat now."

Song Baoling changed his obedient and obedient appearance before, and stubbornly tugged on Jun Tingsheng's sleeve.

Black ink dripped onto the already written letterhead, Jun Tingsheng frowned, his expression a little dignified.

This matter is related to the safety of the people in the entire northern border, so he has to be careful.

"Ling'er, don't make trouble!"

Jun Tingsheng turned to look at Song Baoling, this was the first time when the two met, he spoke to her with such a serious attitude.

Song Baoling was taken aback, his eye circles were clouded instantly, and he looked at him with his mouth suffocated.

"Little uncle doesn't like Ling'er anymore, right? That's why little uncle is fierce!"

Jun Tingsheng was a little angry at first, but seeing Song Baoling's aggrieved appearance, he immediately put down the brush in his hand, so distressed that he wanted to knock himself twice.

She is still a child, and she can't say anything properly.

"Ling'er doesn't cry. The little uncle was too anxious just now, so he spoke a little more seriously. Don't be angry with the little uncle, okay?"

"Then uncle, don't write letters, go play with Linger, okay?"

"But little uncle still has something to deal with..."

"I do not want!"

Before Jun Tingsheng could finish speaking, Song Baoling shook his head with a face of resistance.

"Ling'er, stop messing around."

"I'm not messing around!" Song Baoling held his mouth, looked at Jun Tingsheng aggrieved and forbearing, "Little uncle, you can't write a letter today, you just believe that Linger is good!"

Jun Tingsheng originally thought that Song Baoling was just playing around with a child's temper, but when he heard her words, he was taken aback by the movements in his hands, and looked up at Liang Yi who was beside him.

"My lord, the situation is urgent, why don't you take Miss Ling'er out first?"

"No need!"

Jun Tingsheng thought of the things that Song Baoling said, took out the letter in an empty envelope, wrote Lu Wenlin's name on the envelope, and handed it to Liang Yi.

"Send someone to send this out, remember to be more vigilant."

Liang Yi didn't know why, but he knew that the son had always had his own rules in doing things, so he reached out to take it.

Soon, Liang Yi went out to deliver the letter.

Seeing that Jun Tingsheng just gave Liang Yi an empty envelope, Song Baoling sighed helplessly.

Why didn't he believe in himself, didn't he know how much trouble this letter would cause?

In the evening, after Jun Tingsheng sent Song Baoling back to the east courtyard, he returned to his guest room.Liang Yi stood in the courtyard with a gloomy expression. Behind him stood a man with the same serious expression. He was dressed in black and looked murderous.

When the two saw Jun Tingsheng coming back, they immediately moved over and saluted him.

"problem occurs?"

"Ok!"

Jun Tingsheng narrowed his eyes, and led Liang Yi into the room.

(End of this chapter)