imperial psychologist

Chapter 458 Don't Go

Bo Ling was holding a hand stove, sitting under the plaque of "Zhen Shan Liu Fang" in the main house of the small courtyard, and wrote music.

She holds Mr. Heng Yuan's chess record in one hand, black and white in the other.

And on the chessboard in front of her, the battle of black and white has come to an end.

The so-called playing score refers to playing out the chess game exactly according to the marks in the chess record.

Mr. Heng Yuan taught her two ways to play music.

One is quick score, that is, according to the top famous game, the game is quickly settled.

This method is suitable for beginners, and can quickly develop a sense of chess-after practicing in this way, when beginners play chess by themselves, they can often see the position of the next move at a glance.It's just that when playing fast, you need to choose a game with a stable style, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

The second is the slow score, basically every step has to be pondered, and sometimes even at the end, when you suddenly realize the deep meaning of the layout dozens of moves ago, then stop and meditate carefully.

Most of the chess records collected by Mr. Heng Yuan in this "Qingyue Collection" are fierce in style, and there are also extremely difficult chess games.

Some of these chess records have their sources written - such as a certain year and a certain month, who is in what place, played chess with so and so, and later generations will call it the battle of so and so.

Some don't.

According to Bo Ling's own feeling, those chess records that did not indicate their sources may, on the one hand, be old and lose information;

These games are all similar in style to each other, with a slight self-sufficiency.

Bo Ling was tired, so he closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair for a while, then got up to make tea for himself.

In the snow, playing alone is a very interesting thing.

"Bo Siyao!" Zhao Qi's voice passed through the courtyard, "The emperor seems to be coming this way!"

"Huh?" Bai Ling was a little surprised. She walked out of the room and looked at the sky. There was no psychology class today, and it was almost time to go home...

"Where is the emperor?"

"I don't know, it's the news from the Hall of Mental Cultivation that the emperor should be coming here."

"Okay, got it." Bo Ling nodded.

She scratched her head, was she too sensitive? She always felt that Chen Yicong had been visiting the small courtyard more and more frequently recently.

When Chen Yicong came this time, he was still the only one with no entourage.

Although usually soon, other palace people will follow.

Bo Ling stood at the gate of the courtyard to greet him. As soon as he entered the door, Chen Yicong talked about what happened in the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the afternoon-about the matter of the former imperial examination department, he was in sync with Bo Ling in almost everything, after all, his inspiration originated here.

"Are you playing chess?" Chen Yicong looked at the chessboard on the table, he looked from both sides, "Who are you playing with?"

Bo Ling took the chess record on the table, "Mr. Heng Yuan."

Chen Yicong just took over the "Qingyue Collection" at this time, flipped through two pages, and found that it was all written by Mr. Hengyuan himself, and he couldn't help frowning.

"...He gave you the chess record?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "I've had a day off today, so after lunch, I started thinking about chess games I haven't seen before, until just now."

Chen Yicong looked at Bai Ling's calm expression - she didn't seem to regard Mr. Heng Yuan as a threat at all.

However, thinking about what Heng Yuan Jun did, he directly revealed to himself the news that Bai Yi and Bai Ling were not biological siblings.

While using the game of chess to win Bai Ling's favor, but spreading rumors about her behind her back... This person really has ulterior motives!

Chen Yicong suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be standing with Mr. Hengyuan at this moment, in the dark, in a place that Bo Ling couldn't reach.

"From now on... stay away from him." Chen Yicong said softly.

"why?"

"He will hurt you."

Bai Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and then smiled.

Chen Yicong frowned, "You don't believe me?"

"So the emperor moved him out of the inner palace, and then sent someone to guard him?"

Chen Yicong looked away, "...these two things have nothing to do with each other."

Looking at Chen Yicong's expression, Bo Ling suddenly had a vague guess in his heart.

At this moment, the palace servants of the imperial dining room brought food to the small courtyard, and Chen Yicong took a deep breath, "I'm a little tired today..."

He looked at Bo Ling, "Let's have dinner with me."

Burling nodded.

During the dinner, Bai Ling didn't eat much, the only thing she used her chopsticks was the bowl of black taro porridge, Chen Yicong saw it.

"Aren't you hungry?" Chen Yicong asked.

"Not hungry." Bai Ling smiled.

Chen Yicong lowered his head to eat.

You are not hungry.

You still have to save your stomach and go home to eat tonight.

Chen Yicong thought so, the more he felt that the dishes in front of him were tasteless.

"Your majesty is still very preoccupied today." Bo Ling suddenly said, "Is it still for the imperial examination?"

"No." Chen Yicong said softly, "...Zhen, I had a dream last night."

"Ah."

"I dreamed that you came to say goodbye to me."

For a moment, Bo Ling felt that her hands were a little cold, but she still nodded slightly as before, "Yes."

"...Bai Ling," Chen Yicong put a chopstick into the bowl, and asked nonchalantly, "Have you thought about leaving Pingjing?"

Bo Ling never imagined that this question would be suddenly raised at this time.

——Heng Yuan-jun's sudden imprisonment seems very likely to be related to his awareness of his escape plan.

How aware is he?How much did he tell Chen Yicong?

Today, Chen Yicong suddenly asked himself to eat, was it an unintentional move, or was he making a final test?

Bo Ling lowered his head and smiled, and sighed softly as usual.

"Think about it, I often have such a dream too." Bai Ling said softly, "Does your majesty still remember the book "Records of Mountains and Rivers"?"

Chen Yicong's chopsticks paused for a moment.

It was a book that my concubine had always loved during her lifetime.

"Those beautiful mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, I really want to see them with my own eyes—"

"It's not this kind of departure," Chen Yicong said softly, and the movement of his hands stopped for a moment, "It means to live elsewhere and never come back...Have you thought about it?"

Bo Ling was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Chen Yicong inexplicably.

Chen Yicong was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "Take it as nonsense, don't talk about it."

"...Is the emperor worried that I will leave?" Bo Ling asked.

Chen Yicong stared into Bai Ling's eyes, "Yes."

Bai Ling frowned intently, as if thinking about the meaning of it, and then she looked at Chen Yicong, "Then what if I really live elsewhere?"

Chen Yicong did not expect that this question would be thrown back.

There was silence in the room, Chen Yicong looked into Bai Ling's eyes, there was only a table between them at this moment, but Chen Yicong suddenly felt that he seemed to be far away from Bai Ling.

"Don't go... okay?" Chen Yicong said softly, "Be my queen."

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