The literati in black were quiet.

Zhao Changyi has been friends with him for three years, but he has never seen any expression of joy and sorrow on his face, and he always has such a quiet look of Taishan collapsing in front of him.

It's not that it hasn't been investigated, but even if the North and South Townspeople are used, they can't investigate the origin of this gentleman.

He seemed to appear in Lin'an out of thin air, and there was no trace of him in the entire cool world.

Zhao Changyi still remembers the first time he saw his husband.

It's also such a late spring night.

At the beginning of the eighth year of Yong'an, Her Majesty the Empress overrode public opinion, and even demoted a waiter from the Ministry of Rites to Shuzhong to become a popular Zhizhou, and made an exception to make himself the king of the county, and had to compromise with the Zhao family and named Xian'an.

Xian'an, it's just that the Zhao clan told the empress and himself in this way that it is just a county king who is leisurely, don't expect the country, and it doesn't matter if you don't care, the county king is also the king.

Half a month after the queen of the county, one night in late spring, she also admired the moon in this courtyard.

The servants came and told them that they had asked to see them.

I thought it was some courtiers who had no vision to see and wanted to leave the favor, but what came in was a blind black-clothed literati, supported by two sword-bearing slaves, sitting in front of him with a grin, and his words were amazing.

He only said one word, and he resolutely regarded him as a national soldier.

He said, the king of the county, when will the wind be strong, and when will the fish turn into a dragon?

In fact, Mr. has never let himself down, in the past three years, under his planning, his secret power has grown stronger and stronger, and when he went to Fanmian Village by His Majesty's secret order, it was also his suggestion to select Zhu Qi from the Fusi of Beizhen.

did not explicitly say kill Zhu Qi.

But he understood what he meant, and killed Zhu Qi to give Wang Kun a favor - as for whether this favor is useful or not, it is not something he can control, after all, the prince can't deal with common sense.

The black-clothed literati suddenly said softly: "Ning Que and Xie Yun want to use this matter to bring down Zhao Xin, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do so, even Shen Lian will not be condemned by His Majesty, but something may happen in the north." ”

Zhao Changyi was stunned, "North? With the prince of the Yue family sitting in Kaifeng, what can happen? ”

The black-clothed literati suddenly looked left and right and said something else, "Li Ruyu is a ghost chess, at present, I can't see whether His Highness's move is good or bad, and it is not a long-term solution to put him in Jiang Qiufang, so he will be sent to the north in a while." ”

Zhao Changyi was noncommittal, obviously disagreeing with this proposal, frowning and pondering, and asked tentatively for a long time: "Could it be that the king of barbarians in the north will move?" ”

The black-clothed literati bypassed the topic, "Play a game? ”

Zhao Changyi stubbornly asked: "Shen Lian slaughtered the village, how can you not get around, even if you know that there are Dayan remnants in Fanmian Village, but Ning Que and Xie Yun are not idlers, and some say that the blame is attributed to Beizhen Fusi, how will Wang Kun react?" ”

immediately asked and answered himself: "Wang Kun will never give up Zhao Xin, but Zhao Xin can't fight Ning Que and Xie Yun, and Wang Kun doesn't dare to help Zhao Xin openly, so there will be some chaos in the north at the right time, divert the attention of the court, and test the prince of the Yue family in Kaifeng, Yongzhen?" ”

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Changyi was shocked.

"Is there collusion between Wang Kun and the northern barbarians?"

The black-clothed literati was silent.

Zhao Changyi continued to ask: "Since Wang Kun is ambitious, why do we still secretly help each other? ”

The lifeless and dull eyes of the black-clothed literati looked at the sky, as if they wanted to see the bright moon hanging in the sky, and said softly for a long time: "Isn't Your Highness a mirror in your heart, do you have to say it?" ”

Zhao Changyi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly, "What Mr. said is true." ”

If you want it to perish, you must first make it mad.

Wang Kun and the crown prince Zhao Zheng were clothed with water, Wang Kun fell, and the crown prince Zhao Zheng could be pulled down from the East Palace, and Zhao Li, the king of the gods, could not ask for this situation.

In fact, Zhao Changyi knew very well in his heart that His Majesty was in his prime, and the prince was young.

If you are interested in the country, you must achieve great things before the prince grows up, otherwise once the prince grows up, the courtiers will be attached, and even if His Majesty has the heart, he will not be able to return to heaven.

The only good news is that Wang Kun, the iron-blooded prince, is incomparably strong, and he pressed the prince to death in the East Palace, but became a vassal.

This is a situation that everyone is happy to see.

Otherwise, if Wang Kun treats the crown prince Zhao Wei like this, will Her Majesty the Empress not beat him?

Will the Zhao clan stand by and watch?

If the Qianwang Zhao Li had no ambitions, the Zhao clan headed by him would have impeached Wang Kun so much that he didn't even know his mother.

With a wave of his hand, someone brought the chessboard.

Zhao Changyi held white, the black-clothed literati held black, and the white son went first, Zhao Changyi hung in the corner at will without thinking, and then looked at Mr. with a narrow face.

Hearing the sword slave and maid reporting the chess behind him, the black-clothed literati didn't want to think about it, and he actually hung up on the other side.

A trick.

However, playing chess has the same goal, and in the end, it is impossible to avoid the fight between black and white.

Zhao Changyi's face gradually became solemn, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, although it was not the first time he had played chess with Mr., he was still shocked by his chess strength, for him, this was purely a blind chess game.

Even so, he did not have the slightest advantage.

In the end, the sunspot fell, and the situation on the chessboard was suddenly clear, and no one could help anyone.

Draw.

The black-clothed literati got up, and said lightly that His Royal Highness has good chess power, I am afraid that he has been taught by a famous teacher in those years, and this kind of chess power can be called a national player, and then he put it on the wrist of the slave with a sword, and silently turned around and left the courtyard, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on his body, which was far away and picturesque.

Zhao Changyi stared at the chess game for a long time without saying anything.

There are no dragons on the chessboard.

But there are three little dragons, and the division of one side has its own climate, as if the chessboard is divided into three parts.

This is not the result of natural versatility.

It was a chess position deliberately created by Mr. - this chess power is terrifying, even those chess players in the palace who are waiting for the edict are difficult to do so.

It is necessary not only to create a three-point situation, but also to make a draw, and I am afraid that the two chess saints who left ten games by the lake back then have this strength.

After a long time, Zhao Changyi exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Looking at the direction where Mr. left, he couldn't help but mutter, "Yong'an is prosperous, Daliang is a well-known country, who can divide the world?" ”

If you can do that, you deserve those four words.

The country is unparalleled.

It's just that this mysterious gentleman makes it difficult for Zhao Changyi to be completely at ease, everything in the world has cause and effect, why did he want to become the staff of the Xian'an County Palace, it is said that if he wants to follow the dragon, choosing the weak prince in the East Palace is the shortcut and the right way, even if there is Wang Kun, the iron-blooded prince, he can't stop him from rising to the top.

What good is it for him to have three points in the world?

Zhao Changyi got up, and he had to concoct a letter, this time Fan Mian Village was slaughtered, and Beizhen Fu Si commanded Zhao Xin Although it would be fine, Shen Lian, the deputy Qianhu, was likely to become a substitute for the dead ghost.

I still need him to live.