imperial psychologist

Chapter 386 Conversation on the chessboard
"This question is difficult to answer, but it's easy to answer," Bo Ling said in a low voice. "Whoever has been restricted every step of the way and has never lost his advantage in the game is holding black."

Mr. Heng Yuan did feel a slight shock in his heart.

No wonder the news sent by Mrs. Lin said that the imperial concubine often chatted with this pharmacist, often for half an hour - now he suddenly felt that he understood.

This roundabout way of talking is a game he often plays with others.

As a result, Bo Ling took out the gun first and feinted it today.

He raised his sleeves to cover his mouth, suppressed a smile and coughed a few times, then looked at Bo Ling.

"Bo Siyao and I will play another game." Heng Yuan Jun said softly, "Let's guess who will be black."

Bo Ling smiled with deep eyes, and shook his head slightly.

"If you want to increase the ban, I'm afraid I won't be able to compete with Mr. Hengyuan tonight." She looked at Mr. Hengyuan, "Because I am very nervous and at a loss right now."

"For the rebellious intentions of Song's father and son?" Mr. Hengyuan still smiled faintly, "Or for the mutiny of Zuowei camp tonight...?"

——The Zuowei camp mutinied!

Bo Ling only felt that the alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

Mr. Hengyuan smiled and grabbed a handful of sunspots from the chess basket beside him, "Guess Bai Siyao, is it odd or even?"

Berlin didn't speak.

"Don't you want to know more?" Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "Play chess with me, and I will tell you what I know slowly."

His hand slowly reached the center of the chessboard.

"Single or double?" Heng Yuan asked.

"one."

Mr. Heng Yuan let go of his hand, and the chess pieces scattered on the chessboard, making continuous crisp sounds.

"There are six..." Mr. Hengyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I am black."

On the chessboard of the nineteenth road, the game between black and white began again.

Different from the previous round, this time the speed of Boling's moves returned to normal.

Her breathing became light and slow, and her gaze revealed a slight sharpness.

Mr. Heng Yuan silently observed the subtle changes in the people in front of him, he suddenly felt that playing chess with people is really interesting.

It is also possible that these days in Qinyuan have made him somewhat forget how to make friends with people outside the palace walls.

"What's going on with the Zuowei camp mutiny?" Bai Ling's voice became serious and serious, "Can Mr. Heng Yuan talk about it now?"

The stone chess pieces are hard, and they make a cool sound when they hit the chessboard.

"Mu Chengda, the leader of the Zuowei camp, is the uncle of Song Bozong's son-in-law." Mr. Hengyuan said slowly and clearly, "They have been in contact since the emperor's northern tour in the 34th year of Jianxi. Serving Emperor Jianxi Xuanxiu, the two have already formed an iron plate.

"As for Song Bozong himself, it was also from that year that he had contact with the Jin people."

Bo Ling's eyes were slightly trembling, "The Arslan Department of the Jinren?"

"No, it was the Uwi tribe that Arslan wiped out in February this year," Mr. Hengyuan said softly, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, "The Uwi tribe used their own and the surrounding tribe's Movement, in exchange for the autumn and winter supplies from Dazhou."

As he said that, Mr. Heng Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Bai Ling, "Thanks to this tribal leader, we have always been relatively clear about the forces in the northwest corner of the Jinren, and we have a fulcrum to check and balance and mediate..."

"Does the emperor know about this?"

"Of course... I don't know." Mr. Hengyuan raised his chess, and was about to land on the forbidden hand point, when he suddenly remembered the rules and changed the direction of the chess in time, "The emperor hates gold thieves so much, how could he allow their informants?" How about crossing my land thousands of miles to the backyard of cabinet ministers?
"But Mr. Song," Heng Yuan-jun said softly, with a slight sarcasm in his tone, "Mr. Song has always been flexible, and he will not let go of such a win-win situation. What's more, He has never refused gold and silver delivered to his door."

"Since the Uwi tribe has been wiped out by Arslan in February..." Bo Ling hesitated a little while holding the white hand, her eyes swept across the chessboard, and after a little thought, she dropped her own chess piece.

"The person who is now in contact with Song Bozong—"

"That's right," Mr. Heng Yuan quickly added his own black spots at the fourth company in Boling, "It's Arslan's headquarters...but Arslan himself doesn't trust him very much, if it wasn't for the Jinren's careful work during this period They were frequently blocked in Pingjing, and they would not take the initiative to approach Song Bozong...

"Bo Siyao, be more careful," Mr. Heng Yuan frowned slightly, "If you keep messing around like this, you will lose immediately."

Bo Ling looked at the chessboard and frowned—however, it was not the black and white chess pieces in front of her that lingered in her mind.

Bai Ling raised his hand indifferently, and directly blocked the two jobs of Mr. Hengyuan in the southwest corner, "...Mr. Hengyuan, who are you helping?"

Things got a little more interesting on the chessboard.

Mr. Hengyuan frowned slightly, "Honestly speaking, I can help anyone... No matter which side gains power, I can always get what I want.

"But I am more optimistic about the son." Hengyuan Jun said softly, "That is a good boy."

"But now he is sitting in the Hall of Mental Cultivation with Prince Gong without knowing anything," Bai Ling looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, "I don't know when he will be surrounded by Song Bozong and the rebels."

"Really." The corner of Heng Yuan-jun's mouth slightly raised, "If they really don't even have the ability to protect themselves, then don't worry about the throne... In this situation, they can die in the Hall of Mental Cultivation tonight , is still far better than being frightened to death on the dragon chair after ascension to the throne."

Bo Ling frowned, suddenly feeling that his question just now was a waste of time.

"...Do you know what Song Bozong's plan is for tonight?"

"They are waiting for Emperor Jianxi to die." Lord Hengyuan said softly, "Once the emperor dies, the cabinet and the supervisor of ceremonies will produce two wills. The latter is with Huang Chongde and passed on to Prince Gong, while the former is in the hands of Song Bozong. Pass the throne to King Qi.

"However, the previous edict will not have any effect, because the Zuowei camp will execute Prince Gong and his son tonight for the crime of treason, and will announce the truth at an appropriate time."

Bo Ling remained calm, but his hands and feet were already cold.

"What truth?"

"Prince Gong knew at the last moment that Emperor Jianxi was not the one who inherited the throne, so he frantically murdered his father in front of Emperor Jianxi's hospital bed, and attempted to usurp the throne—while Qu Xiu, the Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple, led his troops to drive away. Arrived, and captured Prince Gong and his son on the spot.

"It turns out that Emperor Jianxi had expected that King Gong and his son would rebel against each other, so he decreed to hand over the command of the Zuowei camp tonight to Qu Xiu, and asked him to protect King Qi..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Hengyuan chuckled, "Although there are many loopholes, it can be regarded as a complete story... After King Qi ascended the throne, the first thing he did was to cede the four states in the northern border to the Jinren in exchange for A truce for this year and next year."

"That's it," Heng Yuan-jun said softly, "I don't know what Bai Siyao wants to do next?"

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