[Searching for Qin and Seeking Love] Chapter 1: The Enigmatic Chess Game (3)

Chapter 1 Chess Game Romance (3)
Just as Yanran was experiencing a series of pleasures from Liu Huasheng's seemingly unintentional toe teasing her private parts, Liu
Huasheng could no longer suppress his surging lust. His right hand went straight to the depths of Yanran's beautiful legs. The path was smooth as cream,
warm and elastic, so satisfying that Liu Huasheng's old man became erect. As he touched her, he had already drawn in his mind the
incomparably beautiful leg shape hidden under the chess table. This masterpiece of the Creator was now slowly moving, giving his sinful
hands countless wonderful touches. Finally, his fingers were blocked by the edge of Yanran's underwear. What Liu Huasheng was afraid of now was that Ji
Yanran would not remember the relationship between uncle and niece and suddenly turn her back on him. Not only would he no longer be able to enjoy the wonderful bliss in front of him, but he might also arouse
the revenge of Yanran's lover. The most terrible thing was that his lifelong reputation would be ruined in an instant! So his right hand stopped moving and
slowly caressed the base of Yanran's beautiful legs, gently teasing and stroking, fully savoring the exquisite touch. Ji Yanran could no longer
play chess in this state; the sensations from her soles, thighs, and private parts were growing stronger and stronger, making it impossible for her
to maintain a clear mind, let alone her chess skills. Glancing down, she noticed that Liu Huasheng's hand was gently caressing her thigh,
the touch causing a burning sensation that lingered, traveling through the veins of her leg to her private parts. She was filled with shame. Looking at
Liu Huasheng, who was intently staring at the chessboard, frowning in thought, she was unsure whether the old man was deliberately molesting her. She could only
stop her leg movements and ask him, "Old Liu, did Yanran's move just now meet your approval
?" Liu Huasheng, feigning composure, looked away from the chessboard. His hand moved to Yanran's beautiful face, naturally stopping
its movement. He replied, "Forgive my bluntness, but that move just now, seemingly a stroke of genius, was actually adding fuel to the fire. This piece
might save the pieces on the right, but it deprived the pieces above of their only chance of survival. You see, if I were to
place my piece here, those pieces above would simply wait to be taken!" Yanran felt Liu Huasheng's hand stop and relaxed
, but she didn't feel it leave; it was still resting on her leg. The heat emanating from him,
and the way he used his left hand to press and hold the pieces while speaking, made her feel displeased. She asked, "Old Liu, why don't you use your right hand to play chess?"
Liu Huasheng felt embarrassed, but a thought suddenly occurred to him. His expression remained innocent and blank, but he deliberately used his right hand to stroke towards
Ji Yanran's pubic bone. She shuddered, withdrew her hand, and said, "Oh, I thought I
was pressing Chan'er's leg just now. I didn't use my right hand to play chess just now because my hand, which was covered in medicine, lost
its original sensitivity and only felt a burning sensation. When placing a piece on the board, I couldn't feel that instantaneous touch
, and thus lost the experience of the chessboard and the overall situation of the game. Of course, this would interfere
with my chess skills. So I had to switch to my right hand. Is there anything wrong with that?" Yanran, whose pubic
bone had been pressed by Liu Huasheng, almost fell backward. Just as she was about to leave in anger, she heard Liu Huasheng's far-fetched explanation and felt somewhat relieved.
On second thought, "If he really intended to touch me, how could he touch me again even after I pointed it out? He clearly
wasn't paying attention, which is why he acted so rudely. I shouldn't think of such a respectable elder in such a negative light."
Then, hearing Liu Huasheng's fresh explanation of chess, she became interested. Everyone knew that this peerless beauty
not only possessed a stunning appearance and figure, but also
had profound and extensive knowledge, showing a keen interest in all things in the world. Now, hearing Liu Huasheng's brilliant explanation, how could she miss such an opportunity to learn?
She immediately forgot all about the "leg touching" incident and hurriedly asked Liu Huasheng for a detailed explanation.
Seeing that the crisis had passed, Liu Huasheng thought to himself that Ji Yanran's laxity regarding the boundaries between men and women made her a complete
"scholarly fanatic." He carefully moved the chessboard away, and there stood Ji Yanran, her beautiful eyes wide and her expression innocent, waiting for him to speak.
She opened her right hand and said, "Yanran, please come and look at my right hand."
As the chessboard moved, her half-open skirt revealed her snow-white, slender legs, which were so strikingly white they
almost stole his soul. Yanran also noticed the accidental exposure, her face flushing red. She quickly got up to adjust herself
, and as she stood up, her toes brushed against Liu Huasheng's, sending a surge of pleasure through her, almost causing her to fall back
down. Yanran coughed lightly to cover her pleasure, then got up to adjust her skirt and belt. However, the bedspread was too low,
so she had to bend over to adjust it, completely unaware that a large expanse of her breasts was exposed to the old man's eyes from the open front of her dress. Freed from
the constraints of her bra, her two jade-like breasts pressed unabashedly against the thin fabric, swaying with her movements—quite alluring
!
When Yanran sat down next to Liu Huasheng and leaned over to look at his hands, which he was solemnly displaying to her, she saw that his left
hand had slender fingers and elegant knuckles, clearly the hand of a scholar, while his right hand had large knuckles,
calluses, and a yellowish color. The skin was reddish, with wide, deep, and crisscrossing lines, especially on the tips of the index and thumb pads and the thenar
eminence, but it was unclear what kind of labor had caused it. Yanran looked at it from all angles, unable to figure it out, and then
looked at the seemingly deep-thinking Liu Huasheng with her beautiful eyes, expressing her confusion.
Liu Huasheng turned back to look affectionately at the sleeping cicada, gesturing for Yanran's attention with his right palm, and then slowly pressed his hand
against the back of the cicada's skin, repeatedly massaging it with the pads of his index and thumb, switching to the thenar eminence when tired. Yanran's heart
trembled, and her eyes welled up with tears. She was once again moved by the respectable old man before her; for several years... He relentlessly
repeated this mechanical massage until Liu Huasheng's right hand, once a pair of skillful, scholarly hands,
was now in this state due to the effects of the medicine and years of friction. He probably couldn't write
the calligraphy he used to practice as a child anymore, could he? With such thick calluses, how could his fingers clearly grasp the direction of the brush at all times? Let alone follow
his heart's desire? Let alone achieve the artistic conception and spiritual expression required in calligraphy? Thinking of this, he opened his mouth to speak
, but Liu Huasheng smiled and said, "I know what you want to ask, you want to know why I don't use my left hand." "To treat Chan'er's
illness, or should we have the servants do it?" He sighed. "After massaging Chan'er for a month, I
noticed my right hand was becoming numb and sluggish. I already knew it was caused by the medicine, so I had a maid massage it. But
after a month of rest, there was still no improvement. So I simply stopped writing and decided to enjoy the last
moments of my life. The idea of stopping writing had always been there, but this was just the right opportunity. I knew my right hand was no longer
suitable for holding a pen, and the maid below didn't know how to apply pressure. Chan'er casually mentioned that the maid's massage didn't hurt at all."
"It didn't get better. I scolded them many times to no avail, so I simply continued to treat my Chan'er myself. I never imagined
two years would pass in the blink of an eye!"
Ji Yanran's eyes glistened with tears, her beautiful, sparkling eyes gazing out the window, unable to contain her sighs. In
this war-torn era, there are far more women than men, and it's quite normal for men to have multiple wives and concubines. But for someone like Liu Huasheng, who is older and
has married a young wife, is usually the result of a high-ranking official gifting a female slave. Such deep affection is extremely
rare. Plus, he just said he can no longer have sex, so his kindness towards Chan'er is clearly just simple love
. But just now he said he would let Chan'er have sex with a drunkard. Could someone who loves another person allow such a thing to happen?
Or did he orchestrate it himself? Yanran admired Liu Huasheng's patience more and more. He was willing
to make such a great sacrifice for the woman he loved...
"Although my right hand is numb and sluggish and I can't write now, I can still play chess. However, just like calligraphy
, it's easy to pick up the brush but difficult to write a good piece! To play chess well, a good feel for the hand is also very important." Seeing that Yanran
was absent-minded, her beautiful eyes looking out the window, and she seemed to be thinking about something, Liu Huasheng coughed. Yanran snapped out of
her reverie, her pretty face flushed, and she felt ashamed. "What was I thinking about? Uncle Liu was still talking about calligraphy and chess
, and I suddenly thought about that night with Chan'er... Hmm... I can't think about it anymore!"
Seeing that Yanran had come to her senses, Liu Huasheng continued, "Go emphasizes one word—'liberty'. The vertical and
horizontal lines on the board intersect to form points. Each point has eight points around it, and these eight points are the
'liberties' of that point. In other words, each point on the board corresponds to the 'liberties' of its eight surrounding points; they are corresponding and complementary
. On the limited board, both sides need to make their own 'liberties' as stable and extensive as possible, and make
the opponent's 'liberties' as weak and loose as possible. After the moves begin, the black and white sides begin to deploy their respective formations.
The effect of this formation is called the 'liberty' field. And the so-called 'capture' is when one's own 'liberty' field is weakened."
"If you cut off the 'energy field' of some of your pieces, those pieces will die from exhaustion. Therefore, in chess,
we need more than just intelligence and experience; eyesight and feel are also crucial. Good eyesight allows us to
have a comprehensive view of the entire board and observe the smallest details. The 'energy field' in our eyes can transform into countless
patterns beneficial to our thinking and perception. Feel, on the other hand, comes from sensing the board's position when making a move. Over time
, whether a move will create a good 'energy field' can often be predicted from this feel. Many factors are involved
, such as the swirling currents created by the wind blowing across the board and pieces, or even the warmth from the kang (heated brick bed) we're sitting on—all these factors pass
through the board, reach the pieces, and are felt by the hand making the move. The subtleties of this cannot be acquired without long-term immersion."
Liu Huasheng spoke enthusiastically about chess, his words flowing freely, leaving Yanran completely bewildered. Yanran frowned her adorable brows
, thinking that this theory was far too absurd. How could one
easily grasp the form of the chessboard and the cloud-like pieces?
Liu Hua, still eager to continue his boastful talk, glanced at Yanran leaning against him, her head tilted, brows furrowed
in thought. The pair of jade-like breasts that had just given him a feast for the eyes were now slightly concealed, obediently remaining
inside her neckline. Although the exposed white breasts were small, only three fingers below her delicate collarbone, the tender
flesh already protruded from the surface, forming a shallow cleavage. Now, seeing them up close, one could better appreciate
the translucent quality of her skin, and their beautiful shape hinted at an incredibly pleasurable feel.
The lust that had subsided because of the chess game suddenly surged back.
Seeing that Yanran was clearly very interested in his knowledge of "tactile sensation," he quickly changed his mind and said, "Yanran, this
'tactile sensation' of 'aura' isn't so mysterious after all. There are many sensations in life, such as sound, light,
wind, and fire. Although nothing touches your eyes, ears, or body, we can
make judgments about nature through these sensations. In chess, our hands can work in conjunction with our eyes to enhance our
judgment and minimize mistakes."
As Liu Huasheng spoke, he quickly took Yanran's delicate hand and together they reached towards the chessboard in front of them. His gaze
, however, drifted to the loosening of her clothes beside her as she leaned forward…
To be continued.

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