imperial psychologist

Chapter 536 The Desire to Win
"I'm not his disciple." Bo Ling replied lightly.

She suddenly felt that this sentence sounded familiar - she didn't know if Lan Zhijun had a similar feeling when she said "I'm not his friend".

But what's wrong with them, can't they talk well if they don't play chess...Is it okay to drink tea?

Bo Ling stared at the chessboard with deep eyes.

Just now, Lan Zhijun himself said that he hadn't replied to Hengyuan-jun for more than half a month, and now, it was Bai's turn to make the next move. It can be seen that in the game with Hengyuan-jun, Lan Zhijun held white, and Hengyuan-jun Yuan Jun is black.

But at this moment, Lan Zhijun on the opposite side is holding a black chess piece, and the white chess piece is placed in Bai Ling's hands.

Bai Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

She remembered that on the chessboard in the Golden Pavilion, there was no way for Bai to retreat.

Perhaps, Lan Zhijun himself has deduced and imagined countless times on the chessboard, and every time, he was killed by Heizi just like the situation in the Golden Pavilion.

"Why don't you hold on?" Lan Zhijun asked.

Bo Ling frowned slightly, with a solemn expression, "This is a chess game between you and Mr. Hengyuan...I'll continue, it's not appropriate."

"Where is it inappropriate?" Lan Zhijun asked.

Bo Ling lowered his eyes, "Does Lan Zhijun want to see if I can break the game?"

Seeing that Lan Zhijun didn't speak, Bo Ling continued, "With my chess skills, I'm afraid I'm far from being able to do this step. After all... I haven't defeated him so far."

Bo Ling looked up and added, "Not once."

"His layout is indeed very clever." Lan Zhijun said softly, "The more you think about it, the more mysterious it becomes... I've already planned to vote in this round, but there have been a lot of things recently, and I haven't sent anyone to Qinyuan to deliver the letter. I don't expect you to break the game, I have replayed this game many times, and I was already behind at the beginning without knowing it, and you... don't have to bear any burden."

Lan Zhijun looked at Bai Ling, "I just want you to take a look."

With his palms on his knees, Bo Ling stared at the five-year chess game in front of him with breathless concentration.

At least one thing, she feels the same as Lan Zhijun.When it was dark and there were only a few candles, her spirit would be easier to concentrate than in a bright day.

Bai Ling still has no attachments, as Lan Zhijun said, she is "taking a look" seriously.

The change of Mr. Hengyuan's chess strategy is really impressive, but there are no rules to follow here. At this time, there are at least six places on the chessboard. Murderous intentions are hidden between the tentative fiction and reality.

This kind of routine has appeared many times in his "Qingyue Ji", but it always remains the same. At the moment of holding on to the son, you can see the situation after six or seven steps, or even a dozen steps. Hengyuan Jun's advantage right here.

However, this advantage has been weakened in the nearly infinite long test time.

Lan Zhijun has plenty of time to think about Hengyuan-jun's next move, just like what he did in the Golden Pavilion. Even if he can't construct a complete possibility in his mind, he can directly move the thought on the chessboard. Everything is derived on another chessboard.

This test is not only about computing power, but also patience... If Lan Zhijun still falls behind in this situation, it can only be said that the changes he can see are really limited.

So, for Berlin, it is good news.

Bo Ling stared at the chessboard, this feeling was very strange—even though she had not seen the conspirator who had been trapped in Qinyuan all her life for a long time, when the chess game was in front of her, this distinctive and unique balance chess The wind still gave her a sense of reunion.

After a long time, Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief. She loosened her shoulders a little and said in a low voice, "You can do it if you want to, but it's not fun... Let's make a bet."

Lan Zhijun was a little amused, "Okay, what are you betting on?"

"The woman we met on the road just now, Lan Zhijun should have the ability to find her." Bai Ling's eyes brightened, "If I win, then Lan Zhijun will help her, and I'll let you know how to do it."

"What if you lose?" Lan Zhijun embraced her arms, "Now that you are all blue, what else can I bet on?"

"Of course there is." Bai Ling smiled, "... Mr. Heng Yuan compiled a chess record, does Mr. Lan Zhi know?"

Sure enough, as soon as the words came out, Lan Zhijun's expression froze for a moment.

"... What chess record?"

"The title of the book is "Qing Yue Ji", and the original book is no longer in my hands," Bo Ling said slowly, "But I still remember some of the more exciting games in it."

"How much do you remember?"

Bo Ling opened the lid of the white chess basket nearby, "When Lan Zhijun beats me, I'll ask for details."

……

By the time Bai Ling came out of Lan Zhijun's courtyard, it was already dark outside.

She turned back along the original road alone, and Lan Zhijun was still sitting alone in the other courtyard to resume the game - he lost.

At the moment when he was about to vote, Bai Ling clearly felt Lan Zhijun's uncontrollable anger and unwillingness. From the corner of his eyes, Bai Ling looked at the man in front of him who had a similar temperament to Mr. Heng Yuan, and felt very interesting in his heart.

It is true that she has never defeated Mr. Hengyuan, but she secretly felt that even if she also beat Mr. Hengyuan, he probably would not show such a mood.

Admittedly, being a loser is not a good feeling, and Berlin fully understands it.

But... why does Lan Zhijun have such a desire to win against Hengyuan Jun?

The relationship between the top flower kiln owner in Baihuaya and the down-and-out orphan of the former prince...is really intriguing.

In the silence, Bai Ling heard her stomach growling, and she quickened her pace.

It seemed to be raining again in the afternoon, and the ground was wet. Bo Ling carefully stepped on the bluestone slabs, trying not to let the rain wet his shoe uppers.

This is a rare moment of freedom—although Bo Ling is sure that the guards who suddenly appeared in the morning must be watching out for her at this moment, but it has been a long time since she walked alone on the deserted stone path experience.

This gives people some illusions, as if the end of the road is not the bright night of Baihuaya, but a simple and even dilapidated small courtyard. There is a washed flagstone floor in the courtyard, and there is a well with hangers standing beside the well. , the clothes that have been drying for a day are hanging on it.

Passing by the door of the flower kiln of the key shop again, Bai Ling slowed down—— During the day, Baoyuan stood here, chasing three pennies from the owner of the flower kiln.

The road is bustling, and people keep passing by Berlin.Bo Ling ignored it, and just looked up at the Hualou of the key shop.

It's really nowhere in life that we don't meet each other, thanks to this coincidence today, otherwise, I don't know how long I will miss with Baoyuan...

Bo Ling stopped and stood downstairs for a while, then turned and ran towards her and Ai Songqing's residence. She guessed that Ai Songqing might be waiting for her to go back for dinner.

(End of this chapter)