imperial psychologist

Chapter 429 Chess

The longer he sat on the dragon chair, the more Chen Yicong understood how difficult it is to avoid everyone's attention and arrange a major event that involves many people without any trace.

On the one hand, most of his actions will leave traces in the inner palace. On the other hand, the distribution process of many transfer orders is extremely complicated. Of course, he can also directly issue an imperial decree, ignoring all existing rules, but in actual operation, This makes it even more impossible to avoid the eyes and ears of the cabinet and many courtiers.

However, Chen Yicong understands that all this is not impossible.

Because it was under such circumstances that Emperor Jianxi silently formed a 5000-man Mausoleum Guard Army and a Shenji Battalion in the suburbs of Beijing.

Sun Beiji didn't know about it, Zhang Shouzhong didn't know about it, and even his mother, Zhenshi, had never heard of it.

It's a pity that Grandpa Huang has already died, and he can no longer give Chen Yicong any specific guidance.

Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong are courtiers, even if they have such a method, they will never teach it to the emperor.

And the one in front of him, Mr. Heng Yuan, who was regarded by his mother as such a threat that he needed to be "imprisoned in Qinyuan for life", obviously had quite a lot of experience in this matter.

The reorganization of Ange is a bait.

Chen Yicong really wanted to see what kind of answer Heng Yuanjun would give.

In the middle of the night, when Lord Hengyuan stepped out of the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he saw Han Chong, whom he had not seen for a long time, standing outside.

Neither of them opened their mouths. Han Chong opened his umbrella and followed Mr. Hengyuan into the night.

……

Early the next morning, the sky was covered with gloomy clouds.

The drizzle of the whole night last night condensed some thin ice on the ground, and the ice shattered when people stepped on it, splashing shallow muddy water.

Bai Ling was waiting at the gate of Qinyuan with a basket. She seemed to have come a little early, so that the palace servants who cleaned the yard for Mr. Heng Yuan hadn't come yet.

The door suddenly opened a crack by itself.

"Bosi Yao, you're here."

Bai Ling felt a slight chill on the back of her neck - she would never remember this voice wrongly, it was Han Chong.

"Master Han...?" Bai Ling narrowed his eyes, "Why do you—"

Bai Ling was really surprised. Han Chong had been deliberately transferred away from Mr. Hengyuan long ago. According to Shisi, the emperor even sent him to a nearby state capital on business in recent years. Go to the palace.

Then why did it appear in Qinyuan now?
——Shisi did not come with her today!

Han Chong's figure disappeared from the crack of the door, and jumped out of the palace wall in the next instant, landing in front of Bai Ling.

Bo Ling instinctively took two steps back.

Han Chong didn't look at her, but went straight to the gate covered with iron chains. He casually took off the chains hanging on the door bolt. It was only then that Bai Ling realized that these iron chains were not really locked as before. Instead, it tangled into a slipknot like a rope on the side.

"Pharmacist, please." Han Chong's voice was cold, he pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the iron chain and the door's twisting bearings rattled together.

The collision of metals overlapped with the friction of "squeaks—" which faintly made Bo Ling feel a little uneasy.

In the yard, Mr. Hengyuan sat under the broad leaves of the banyan tree as usual.

The green banyan in winter has not shed all its leaves, but its color has turned to dark green like ink dye like the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in Bailingyuan. Mr. Hengyuan is still wearing his toga with big sleeves and a drape over his shoulders. A layer of soft fur.

In front of him, the chessboard has already been prepared.

Bo Ling hesitated at the door for a moment, then walked to sit opposite Mr. Heng Yuan as usual.

Next to Bai Ling's seat, Mr. Heng Yuan specially added two heaters. This is all because Bai Ling is afraid of the cold, and Mr. Heng Yuan insists on playing chess in the courtyard.

Seeing Bai Ling, Mr. Hengyuan smiled lightly, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No." Burling replied.

As she said that, she lowered her head and put away the hem of her cloak so that the hem of her cloak would not fall to the ground and cause dust when she sat down.

In the past three years, Mr. Hengyuan became Bai Ling's go master by accident. Under Chen Yicong's deliberate isolation, Qinyuan was lively for a short time before returning to dead silence again.

This time, with Zhen's help, Mr. Hengyuan's connection with the outside world was cut off more thoroughly.

Bo Ling was the only one who could come and go here from time to time for the sake of playing chess. This was not only Chen Yicong's indulgence to her, but also an eyeliner planted by the young emperor in Qinyuan.

However, Mr. Hengyuan didn't care much about the latter, because getting along with Bo Ling was really interesting. Bo Ling was good at listening, and even better at answering questions and asking rhetorical questions.

When we met for the first time on the palace road not far from Chengqian Palace, Mr. Hengyuan felt that Bo Ling had something that made him feel very friendly.

——Precocious, eager to learn, know how to adapt, and have incomprehensible stubbornness and persistence in some details.

Playing chess with her, and using chess to talk about other things, often makes Mr. Heng Yuan feel as if time is reversed—and he also has the opportunity to argue with a familiar shadow evenly.

Mr. Hengyuan glanced at the basket in Bai Ling's hand, "What did you bring?"

"It's some freshly picked water chestnuts." Bo Ling put the basket beside the two of them, "This morning, some villagers sent a lot of seasonal agricultural products to our house. I think you've been there all this time Cough, I picked up a basket for you."

With some curiosity, Mr. Heng Yuan uncovered a corner of the cotton cloth covering the basket, and picked up a water chestnut fruit that looked like an abacus with two fingers.

"So it's 'black taro'..." Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "Thank you."

Bo Ling glanced at Han Chong standing not far away from the corner of his eye.

"……You're welcome."

The two didn't say anything more, and each opened the chess basket next to them. Bai Ling held the black, and Hengyuan Jun held the white. This was their new rule recently. On sunspots, as a way to Berlin.

The agreement between the two of them on handovers is very clear—Mr. Hengyuan gave up thirteen pieces earlier, and the two played games and replayed games until Bo Ling was able to win five games in a row under the premise that his opponent gave up thirteen pieces.

After winning five rounds in a row, he was promoted to a higher level. Mr. Hengyuan reduced his handing over of thirteen pieces to nine pieces.
Starting from nine sons, advance one son at a time.

Fighting against each other on the chessboard, chasing and intercepting, Mr. Hengyuan did not hide his secrets, he took Bo Ling to play famous games-those interesting games in history were deeply engraved in his mind, and he was at his fingertips.

The reduction from thirteen to four is the chess skill that Bo Ling has grown under the guidance of Mr. Hengyuan in the past three years.

But today's game was more silent than usual.

After a long time, Bo Ling finally spoke first, "...When did Master Han come back?"

"Last night." Mr. Heng Yuan replied truthfully.

"Is it the emperor's will?"

"of course."

"It's really amazing," Bo Ling looked at the chess board, and after a while, she picked up a piece and landed on the board, "Did... earn it out."

(End of this chapter)