After Xiao Jinghong left, Chunhe Garden seemed to have returned to its original tranquility.
But it only seemed that way.
That very afternoon, even as the rain grew heavier, Duke of Gan Zhang Xuan and Sun Fu still arrived through the rain.
They spread out a chessboard in the pavilion, one holding black stones and the other white stones, playing as though no one else existed.
Seeing that the two had clearly made up their minds not to leave, Chen Yi could only instruct Xiao Die to boil some tea with ginger slices, lest the cold wind and rain make these two gentlemen catch a chill.
Once everything had been arranged,
Chen Yi cradled a medical text and read it on his own, his recliner swaying gently beneath him, utterly unaffected by Duke of Gan and Old Sir Sun beside him.
The two old fellows, each harboring their own schemes, exchanged meaningful glances as they played.
Zhang Xuan waggled his brows: The calligraphy copybook, the calligraphy copybook, the damn calligraphy copybook!
Sun Fu answered with a look that said, What are you in such a hurry for? Then he unhurriedly spoke. "Qingzhou, I heard you excelled at the four arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Why not play a game with this old man?"
Chen Yi kept his eyes on the medical text. "I've forgotten how to play chess."
At present, of the four arts, he was only proficient in "calligraphy." As for the other three, he knew absolutely nothing.
How could he dare agree?
Naturally, Sun Fu did not believe him. Seeing the book in his hands, he asked with a smile, "Why have you taken an interest in the Medical Dao?"
Chen Yi gave a hum. "I had nothing to do, so I'm just reading it for