Jun Tingsheng and Song Baichuan were sitting in the pavilion. There was a chess board in front of them. One held the white stones and the other held the black stones. You came and I fought on the chessboard without any ceremony.

"We haven't seen each other for a few years. Ting Sheng's chess skills have almost caught up with King Chengyang." Song Baichuan held the black piece and looked at the chessboard in front of him with no way out, frowning slightly.

It was really embarrassing to lose to a half-year-old child.

Jun Tingsheng smiled, pretending not to see Song Baichuan's frown, looking down at Song Baoling sitting beside him, and asked a fatal question.

"Ling'er, tell me, uncle or your father, who can win this game of chess?"

Song Baoling was eating steamed buns. When she heard Jun Tingsheng's words, her mouth was full. She looked up at Jun Tingsheng with a blank look on her face.

Why did she ask such a dilemma question? Isn't this a test of her IQ?

Song Baoling looked at the two of them with some embarrassment, her little face wrinkled slightly, pretending to be mature, which made people laugh.

"It looks like it should be a draw!"

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

"What kind of chess game does a little girl like her know? Don't try to embarrass her."

Jun Tingsheng raised the corners of his lips, "My brother-in-law said it wrong. Ling'er's mouth must have been opened and her words are very accurate. Maybe she will say that you will win this game of chess?"

"Don't spoil her too much."

Song Baichuan only thought that Jun Tingsheng doted on his daughter, so he would say such words to make her happy.

"I didn't make her happy, seriously." Jun Tingsheng looked serious and told what Song Baoling's predictions had come true in the past few days.

After hearing this, Song Baichuan still looked nonchalant.

"In my opinion, this is just a coincidence."

Seeing this, Jun Tingsheng no longer clung to these things.

He didn't believe it just because he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

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

"Sir, something happened!"

Liang Yi stood at the door and looked a little solemn when he saw Jun Tingsheng and Song Baoling coming back.

"What's the matter?"

In front of Song Baoling, Jun Tingsheng would never deliberately avoid anything. After all, what could a four-year-old girl know?

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

Jun Tingsheng placed Song Baoling on a chair next to the Eight Immortals table, handed her a plate of snacks, and told her to play by herself.

"Ling'er, my uncle has something to do, please eat something by yourself first!"

"good!"

Song Baoling nodded, took a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth.

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

"The news came from the informant of Dongliao in the north that the King of Dongliao plans to attack Fuhua City in the north before winter. It seems that the King of Northern Liao is planning to grab food for the winter."

Bei Liao is a nomadic people, and food is not abundant there. People will starve to death in winter.

In order to protect the people of Northern Liao, Northern Liao could only purchase a large amount of grain from Southern Qi to keep them warm in the winter, otherwise many people would die during the snowstorm.

What's more, the King of Northern Liao has always been eyeing Southern Qi. After all, Southern Qi is rich in materials and people, and lacks everything. It's hard to say that he won't be tempted by such a big fat piece of meat.

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

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

"After General Lu receives the letter, he will definitely deploy his defenses in advance." Liang Yi admired Lu Wenlin very much. He was such a master at using troops at such a young age that he did not change his expression when facing the ambitious King of Northern Liao.

A rare good son.

On the Eight Immortals table, Song Baoling was lying on the table and fell asleep. Suddenly she heard the word "write a letter" and opened her eyes, and she woke up instantly.

It's not a good time for my uncle to write a letter today, something big will happen.

She slid down from the chair with a plate of snacks and ran towards Jun Tingsheng on her calves.

"Little uncle..."

Song Baoling stood next to Jun Tingsheng, dragging the dessert plate with both hands, looking at Jun Tingsheng with a pair of big watery eyes, as if they could speak.

“Have a snack!”

Jun Tingsheng lowered his head and glanced at Song Baoling, with a smile on his lips: "Ling'er, be good, uncle still has something to do. After uncle has finished taking care of it, I will eat with you."

"No, Ling'er wants uncle to eat it now."

Song Baoling changed her obedient demeanor before and stubbornly tugged on Jun Tingsheng's sleeve.

Black ink dripped on the written letter. Jun Tingsheng frowned, looking a little solemn.

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

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

Jun Tingsheng turned to look at Song Baoling. This was the first time he had spoken to her in such a solemn manner since the two met.

Song Baoling was startled, her eyes instantly filled with mist, and she looked at him aggrievedly while holding her mouth shut.

"My little uncle doesn't like Ling'er anymore, right? That's why I'm so mean to Ling'er!"

Jun Tingsheng was still a little angry at first, but when he saw Song Baoling's aggrieved look, he immediately put down the brush in his hand, feeling so distressed that he wanted to hit himself twice.

She is still a child and cannot speak properly if she has something to say.

"Don't cry, Ling'er. My uncle was too anxious just now, so he spoke a little harshly. Please don't get angry with me, okay?"

"Then uncle, stop writing letters and go play with Ling'er, okay?"

"But my uncle still has things to deal with..."

"I don't want it!"

Before Jun Tingsheng finished speaking, Song Baoling shook his head directly with a look of resistance.

"Ling'er, stop messing around."

"I'm not messing around!" Song Baoling held back her mouth and looked at Jun Tingsheng aggrievedly and forbearingly, "Uncle, you can't write a letter today, so just trust Ling'er, okay?"

Jun Tingsheng originally thought that Song Baoling was just messing around and acting like a child, but when he heard her words, he was stunned and looked up at Liang Yi who was standing aside.

"Sir, the situation is urgent. Would you like me to take Miss Ling'er out first?"

"No need!"

Jun Tingsheng thought of what Song Baoling had said, and took out an empty envelope with suspicion. He wrote Lu Wenlin's name on the envelope and handed it to Liang Yi.

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

Liang Yi didn't know why, but he knew that the young master always had his own rules for doing things, so he reached out and took it.

Soon, Liang Yi went out to deliver the letter.

Song Baoling sighed helplessly when she saw that Jun Tingsheng just gave Liang Yi an empty envelope.

Why doesn't he believe in himself? Doesn't he know how much trouble this letter will 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 face. Behind him stood a man with an equally solemn face, dressed in black clothes.

Murderous.

When the two of them saw Jun Tingsheng coming back, they immediately approached him and saluted him.

"Something happened?"

"Um!"

Jun Tingsheng narrowed his eyes and led Liang Yi into the room.
Chapter completed!