Chapter 1219 - 13: The Pearl Collector and the Princess
Chapter 1219: Chapter 13: The Pearl Collector and the Princess
Li Anqing stroked his chin, watching with great interest, then turned to his own daughter and said, "Ahai definitely knows martial arts."
Li Qinghe nodded.
Li Qinghe also felt that Ahai was no simple person; his family background should be quite good.
She didn’t believe Ahai had really lost his memory. She’d seen Ahai’s palms: they had calluses, but definitely not the kind you get from farm work. Judging from Ahai’s stance when chopping firewood, Li Qinghe guessed those calluses came from martial arts practice. Normally he must live a pampered life, not knowing how to do any chores. But fortunately he was pretty smart and picked things up fast.
Out of the corner of his eye, Li Anqing caught his daughter’s satisfied expression and shivered. No way, had his daughter really taken a liking to this man?
Ahai had finished chopping the wood and turned to Li Qinghe with a smile. Li Qinghe smiled back, handed him a towel to wipe his sweat, and Ahai’s grin widened even more.
Li Anqing glanced at Ahai, snorted coldly through his nose, and turned to leave.
Ahai watched Li Anqing’s retreating back, then turned to look at Li Qinghe, giving her an awkward smile.
Li Qinghe waved her hand, signaling him not to mind her old man. Then she pointed at the chessboard on the stone table under the grape arbor, inviting him to play.
Ahai originally wanted to say he didn’t know how.
Li Qinghe, however, rolled her eyes, pointed at his chest, then at his head, then squatted on the ground and wrote with a branch: "I don’t even mind you pretending, and you can’t at least humor me with a game?"
Ahai stared wide-eyed at the now-standing Li Qinghe, shock in his gaze. Li Qinghe knew he was faking his amnesia? Then why wasn’t she exposing him?
Li Qinghe pointed at the chessboard, urging him on. She guessed Ahai’s family background wasn’t simple, so playing chess shouldn’t be a problem; he definitely wouldn’t be like her father and mother. Her mother couldn’t play at all, and her father only knew a tiny bit. Ever since Tianmiao left, there’d been no one to play with her, and she was terribly lonely.
Ahai had originally planned to just go through the motions, but once the game started, his eyes went even wider than before.
Li Qinghe slaughtered him without leaving a single piece intact!
When the game ended, Li Qinghe stood up and looked down at the still-stunned Ahai, her eyes full of disdain. As she turned to leave, Ahai grabbed her: "Again! Again! I underestimated you just now, seriously, let’s play another one."
Ahai gathered his thoughts; he’d been too careless just now, this round he had to take seriously. In fact, Ahai knew very well that even when he played casually, his skill was not something ordinary people could match. But just now Li Qinghe had utterly annihilated him.
Soon, the second game was over.
Li Qinghe stood up again, gave him the same disdainful look, and this time decisively turned and left.
Ahai sat there dumbly on the stone stool, staring at the pieces on the board, completely unable to accept what had just happened. He had gone all out and was still wiped out without a single piece left.
This was impossible!
How could this be?!
He was a disciple of the Four Perfections Master.
The Four Perfections Master was the number one in the Capital City in qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting!
In the Capital City, aside from his master, he’d never feared anyone, let alone lost so miserably.
"Qinghe, one more game, one more game." After Ahai snapped out of it, he stood up and chased after Li Qinghe, begging for another round.
Li Qinghe glanced at Ahai and ignored him, heading back to the study. It was time to practice calligraphy. Even with Tianmiao gone, she still insisted on practicing calligraphy and qin every day.
So one day, when Ahai heard a beautiful melody, he followed the sound, and when he saw that it was Li Qinghe playing the qin, he was utterly shaken.