"Bai Siyao, you don't get too involved in these things, there are some things, just click until you do." Sun Beiji said softly, "When the emperor comes back, no matter whether he wins or loses, I will go to the emperor to ask for pardon for your will." ”

"I was not guilty in the first place." Bai Ling said softly, "I don't need anyone to forgive. ”

……

Coming out of Sun Beiji's interrogation room, Bai Ling was taken to another deep aisle.

At the end of the road, Heng Yuanjun was lying on the bed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Heng Yuanjun raised his eyes and looked over here, and when he saw that it was Bai Ling, he smiled, and then coughed.

Several officials took Bai Ling to the prison door and left, the cell door was not locked, but Bai Ling did not go in, she walked to the fence and looked down at Heng Yuanjun inside.

Although it was the height of summer, Heng Yuanjun was still wearing his usual silver-gray robe, perhaps because he had not seen the sun for several days, his face looked pale and weaker than before, and his sickly appearance was heavier.

"This scene is so familiar." Bai Ling's voice didn't sound undulating, "It's just that this time it's yours in it." ”

“…… They really let you come. Heng Yuanjun smiled.

Bai Ling glanced at Heng Yuanjun's cell, which was obviously carefully cleaned compared to the other cells, except that it was not seen by daylight and had no windows, and it was probably no different from the house he usually lived in.

In the middle of the clearing was a square carpet with low tables and chessboards.

"I promised Elder Sun Ge," Bai Ling said softly, "I will come every few days in the future." ”

"I've already said everything I need to say," Heng Yuanjun said softly, "They let you talk...... It didn't work either. ”

Bai Ling laughed, "Actually, I don't think it should be you." ”

Heng Yuanjun raised his face slightly, "Oh, why?" ”

"With your means, I think you will most likely work on the emperor," Bai Ling said softly, "It's not like your style to take the initiative to mercenary...... You don't have that mental strength, not to mention that you can make Chen Yicong change his face with just your tongue, so why take the initiative to find this kind of trouble for yourself. ”

Heng Yuanjun smiled again.

He barely held on to the edge of the bed and sat down on the chessboard, "Since you're here, don't stand outside." ”

Bai Ling didn't move.

"I don't want to play chess today," she said softly, "I'll go after I've had enough time here." ”

In the dark, someone is recording the conversation between Bai Ling and Heng Yuanjun word by word.

Although neither Bai Ling nor Heng Yuanjun saw this person, nor did they hear any suspicious sounds, they both knew in their hearts that every move they made at the moment would fall in the eyes of others.

Sun Beiji would never arrange Bai Ling's visit simply to fulfill one of Heng Yuanjun's wishes, and Bai Ling himself knew this.

There was silence in the cell, and there was an inexplicable sound of dripping water in the distance, falling to the ground little by little.

In the candlelight, Heng Yuanjun sighed, opened the chess basket himself, and began to drop pieces on the chessboard.

The slight sound of the chess pieces, in this empty and deep prison, makes people uneasy to hear.

"Playing chess with Lan Zhijun is very boring." Heng Yuanjun asked suddenly.

Bai Ling looked at him for a long time before he said, "It's okay......"

Heng Yuanjun's gaze fell on the chessboard, "You have been in the Lan number for so long...... The chess games played with him can be counted on one hand. ”

Bai Ling thought for a moment, "Hmm. ”

"Because it's boring to play chess with him." Heng Yuanjun said again, "Every game of chess he plays with the intention of winning...... What he can't win, doesn't mean anything to him. ”

Bai Ling did not speak.

"Do you want to talk to me about Lan Zhijun?" She asked softly, "Here?" ”

Heng Yuanjun didn't answer, but just asked first, "Has the "Qingle Collection" been given to you?" ”

"Hmm." Bai Ling nodded, "He said that the game on the chessboard is not what he is good at after all, and he will not play in the future." ”

Heng Yuanjun laughed when he heard this.

"It's not his fault, when he was young, he didn't learn from a serious master." Heng Yuanjun said softly, "It's not like me." ”

Bai Ling heard a fragment of Heng Yuanjun's words, she thought about it, and continued to ask along with this conversation, "Who is Heng Yuanjun's Go master?" ”

"There are two," Heng Yuanjun's gaze didn't fluctuate at all, he didn't even look up at Bai Ling, "My father, and Lord Zhen of Zhan Shifu...... Both of them were great chess players, and I still miss the time when they were there. ”

“…… It was a long time ago. ”

"It was a long time ago, indeed." Heng Yuanjun said softly.

"Did you and Lan Zhijun meet at that time?" Bai Ling asked.

“…… Acquaintance. Heng Yuanjun raised his eyes slightly, "How can acquaintance be counted?" ”

"First time meeting?" Bai Ling replied.

"That was a long time later," Heng Yuanjun said softly, "I knew this man for longer than I had seen him...... Much longer. ”

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, "...... Is he so famous? ”

"Of course, he's famous." Heng Yuanjun said softly.

Bai Ling didn't speak—she pondered intently, sometimes Heng Yuanjun's words had to be taken literally, but also to pay attention to who he was talking to.

In this prison of Dali Temple, there are too many blind spots out of sight, and Bai Ling doesn't believe that Heng Yuanjun will be naïve enough to think that today's conversation is just a conversation between the two of them.

If he wants to talk about Lan Zhijun here, there is only one possibility—he is reaching out and dragging that Lan Zhijun from the Golden Pavilion.

"I used to think you were friends," Bai Ling said softly, "but he told me it wasn't. ”

"Of course not."

“…… I've wondered if he's the old department you've planted in Baihuaya again," Bai Ling's voice lowered, "but it seems that he never had the slightest intention of treating you as his master. ”

Heng Yuanjun smiled, and the sound of the chess pieces in his hand falling on the board was even heavier.

"What's his name?" Bai Ling said softly, "Hengyuan-jun should know." ”

"His name ......" Heng Yuanjun repeated in a low voice, "Have you asked him such a question?" ”

"No, but even if I asked, I don't think he would tell me. It's as if I asked him what your relationship with him was, and he didn't answer me. ”

"It's hard to answer." Heng Yuanjun said softly.

Suddenly, Bai Ling remembered the garden book she had seen in the Golden Pavilion, and she slowly squatted down along the fence outside the cell door so that she could be at eye level with Heng Yuanjun.

Bai Ling's gaze completely fell on Heng Yuanjun's face, and the smile on the other side was in full view at this moment.

"His name, isn't it called ......?"

Bai Ling's eyebrows moved slightly, and with a little uncertainty, he softly pronounced the name.

"Shubai?"

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