imperial psychologist

Chapter 535
The bustard sneered, and threw three more copper coins from her sleeve, one of which rolled down, along the steps and into the puddle not far away.

Holding the string full of copper coins tightly in one hand, Baoyuan got up and picked up the two nearby copper coins. She searched for the third copper coin for a while, and quickly found its location with the help and guidance of the onlookers nearby. trace.

Baoyuan reached out to pick up the money from the sewage, wiped the copper coins vigorously on the shawl in front of her, and then put all the money into a coarse cloth pocket hanging around her waist.

The patrols started to chase people away, and dispersed all the onlookers who gathered around here.

The bustard of the key brand put her arms around her arms, but she refused to enter the house. She stood where she was and sneered at Bao Yuan.

But after receiving the day's wages, Baoyuan never looked back at her.

She returned to her cart, put the noose on the cart on her shoulder again, Baoyuan lowered her head, held the handles on both sides of the cart with both hands, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

From the beginning to the end, Bao Yuan did not find any old friends in the crowd.

Bai Ling was sitting under a tea shed not far away at the moment, watching Baoyuan leave.

She was pulled back to Lan Zhijun's side by the accompanying guards. Although she had realized that her behavior was not in line with the rules, Bai Ling still stubbornly stayed in the tea shed until she saw that Baoyuan wanted her wages back.

There was chaos in Bai Ling's mind, and he didn't know where to sort out the thousands of threads.

In the 45th year of Jianxi, Baoyuan was sent out of the palace by the imperial concubine to get married...

Why does it appear in such a place?
"Old acquaintance?" Lan Zhijun asked softly.

Bo Ling's heart was still heaving violently with shock, she didn't speak, but nodded.

With his hands in his sleeves, Lan Zhijun turned his eyes back from a distance, with an intriguing smile on his face as usual, "Don't do it yourself in this kind of place next time, it's self-degrading!" .”

"...Understood." Bo Ling replied softly.

"Now that we understand, let's continue walking." Lan Zhijun looked towards where he was going, "We are almost there."

"it is good."

The two set off again. On the way, Bai Ling's eyes were blank——almost all this way, she was thinking about what she had just seen.

Although it seemed that she and Lan Zhijun were the only ones around at the moment, after this battle, Bai Ling confirmed incomparably that there was also a secret guard lurking near Lan Zhijun.

She raised her head and looked at Lan Zhijun again.

That's right, a rich merchant in a flower kiln, hiring some guards to protect his safety at all times... makes sense, doesn't it.

"The two guards who arrived suddenly just now..." Bo Ling quickly walked a few steps and followed Lan Zhijun, "Did Lan Zhijun call you here?"

The corners of Lan Zhijun's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "It's a little effort."

Bo Ling sighed softly, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth in a low voice, saying thank you.

Moving forward, the number of people around gradually decreased, and the road on the ground changed from a mottled stone brick floor to an elegant bluestone path. At the end of the Baihuaya surrounded by flowing water, Lan Zhijun brought Bo Ling to his private patio.

Vaguely, Bo Ling felt that this place seemed somewhat similar to the Qin Garden in the palace.

But exactly where it looks like, Berlin couldn't tell the details for a while.

Just like Mr. Hengyuan didn't like servants, Mr. Lanzhi's small courtyard was also quiet and deserted. The courtyard itself was not big, but in the hinterland of Baihuaya, where every inch of land was expensive, it was almost extravagantly empty.

Looking at the half-moon-shaped wooden sliding door not far away, Bo Ling frowned slightly, "...Is this, Lan Zhijun's tea room?"

"It's not a tea room, it's just drinking tea here." Lan Zhijun stepped into the courtyard and opened the wooden door of the main house, "Please come in."

Bai Ling looked around the slightly dark room, and stepped in with his clothes on.

Lan Zhijun followed closely behind, and opened the door again. He lighted the lamp in the house with ease, and gently opened the window next to the lamp for ventilation.

Although it was almost noon, the room was dark.

Every window here is covered with thick curtains, and the sunlight from outside cannot come in at all.

"Why don't you open the window?" Bo Ling said softly, "It's too dark in this room, it's almost like night."

"It should be at night." Lan Zhijun said softly.

Bai Ling remained silent——Lan Zhijun really liked to play tricks, so she decided not to ask further questions, and waited for Lan Zhijun to give the following.

Lan Zhijun held the lamp, walked to Bai Ling, and led her to sit down at a low table.

Only then did Bo Ling see clearly that there was also a chessboard on the low table. She glanced at the confrontation on the chessboard and let out a slight "Huh".

Lan Zhijun put the lamp on the corner of the low table, "See the clue?"

Bo Ling hesitated, and she stared at the fight on the chessboard for a while.

"This game of chess is very similar to the previous one in the Golden Pavilion." Bai Ling whispered, but she frowned again as soon as she said the words, "...but it's not exactly the same. Follow this game of chess and continue to play later."

Lan Zhijun's eyes also fell on the chessboard, "Not bad."

"Who is Lan Zhijun playing chess with?" Bai Ling asked, "It should not be you."

"Can't you guess?"

Bai Ling stopped being polite - she had already guessed in her mind.

"I read a lot of chess records, when talking about the layout, they like to say 'the third line is the main line, and the fourth line is the auxiliary', but there is one person who is not like this..."

Bo Ling lowered her gaze, she stretched out her hand towards the chessboard, and the back of her hand lightly swept over the edge of the chessboard, scanning an area in a circle.

"He has always liked 'Equal emphasis on three and four lines', but this requires extremely high computing power, so this kind of play, others may not be able to learn it even if they want to learn it."

Lan Zhijun let out a soft snort, and he was very satisfied with Bai Ling's answer.

"Does Mr. Hengyuan come to your place often?" Bai Ling asked directly.

"He hasn't been here."

"Then how did he play against you?"

"Isn't it possible to play chess without meeting?"

Burling frowned.

Lan Zhijun continued, "The chess game you saw in the Golden Pavilion is my own rehearsal. What is displayed on this chessboard is the real game between me and him at the moment. But I have been playing for nearly a month. Didn't reply to him."

Only then did Bai Ling slightly smack out some tricks, "Are you... holding on to the space?"

"Yes." Lan Zhijun replied softly, and stretched out her hand to open the chess basket nearby, "We have played this game...for about five years."

Bai Ling was taken aback.

According to Lan Zhijun, the way this game of chess is played is indeed very special—Mr. Hengyuan made a move, trying to find a way to send the position of the piece out of the palace, and then he followed up with another move, and then tried to find a way to send the position of the piece out of the palace. Enter Qinyuan.

...It's not impossible.

It's just that Bai Ling never imagined that there is still such a bond on Mr. Hengyuan...

Bai Ling looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, "Who the hell... is Lan Zhijun?"

"Let's play chess." Lan Zhijun picked up the white pieces, "Let me see how good the chess skills of the disciples Heng Yuanjun has taught for three years are."

(End of this chapter)