I am not his disciple. Bai Ling replied lightly.

She suddenly felt that this sentence was a little familiar—and she didn't know if Lan Zhijun had a similar mood when she said "I'm not his friend" just now.

But what is wrong with them, can't they talk well without playing chess...... It's okay to drink tea, right?

Bai Ling looked at the chessboard with deep eyes.

Lan Zhijun himself said that he had not replied to Heng Yuanjun for more than half a month, and now, the next step was the turn of the white chess pieces, which can be seen that in the game with Heng Yuanjun, Lan Zhijun held white and Heng Yuanjun held black.

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

Bai Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

She remembered that on the chessboard in the Golden Pavilion, Bai Zi had no way to retreat.

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

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

Bai Ling frowned slightly, and his expression was solemn, "This is a chess game between you and Heng Yuanjun...... I'll go on, it's not appropriate. ”

"What's not suitable?" Lan Zhijun asked.

Bai Ling lowered his eyes, "Lan Zhijun wants to see if I can break the game?" ”

Seeing that Lan Zhijun didn't speak, Bai Ling continued, "With my chess skills, I'm afraid I can't do this step yet, after all, ...... I haven't won against him so far. ”

Bai Ling looked up and added, "Not once. ”

"He's really clever in his layout." Lan Zhijun said softly, "The more I think about it, the more mysterious I feel...... I'm already planning to cast in this game, 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 reviewed this game many times, and at the beginning of the game I had already fallen to the bottom without knowing it, and you ...... There is no need to be a burden. ”

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

Bai Ling put his palms on his knees, and watched the five-year game in front of him with bated breath.

At least one thing, she and Lan Zhijun felt the same way. When it was dark and there was only a slight candle flame, her spirit would be more focused than in the white day.

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

The change in Hengyuanjun's chess path is really impressive, but it is not completely disorganized here, at least six places on the chessboard are fighting at this time - Hengyuanjun likes this kind of side-to-side combat method, and then hides a murderous intention between the virtual and the real of temptation.

This routine has appeared many times in his "Qingle Collection", but it always changes from its origin - at the moment of the execution, he sees the situation after six or seven steps, or even a dozen steps, and Heng Yuanjun's advantage is here.

However, this advantage has been weakened by the almost infinite length of time for the exam.

Lan Zhijun had time to think about Heng Yuanjun's next move, just like what he did in the Golden Pavilion, even if he couldn't build a complete possibility in his mind, he could directly deduce everything he thought of on another chessboard on the chessboard.

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

In this way, it is good news for Bai Ling.

Bai Ling stared at the chessboard, this feeling was strange—although 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 distinct and unique Hengyuan-style chess style still made her feel a little reunited.

After a long time, Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief, she relaxed her shoulders slightly, and said in a low voice, "If you want to go down, you can do it, but it's not interesting to do it...... Let's bet on something. ”

Lan Zhijun was a little funny, "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 were bright, "If I win, then Lan Zhijun will help her, and I will listen to what I do." ”

"What if you lose?" Lan Zhijun clasped his hands in his arms, "Now that you are all Lan Zihao, what else can I bet on in my hand?" ”

"Absolutely." Bai Ling smiled, "...... Heng Yuanjun has compiled a chess book, does Lan Zhijun know? ”

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

“…… What game? ”

"The title of the book is 'Qing Le Ji', and the original book is no longer in my possession," Bai Ling said slowly, "but I still remember some of the more exciting games in it." ”

"How much do you remember?"

Bai Ling opened the lid of the white chess basket nearby, "When Lan Zhijun is better than me, let's 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 same path alone, and Lan Zhijun was still sitting alone in the courtyard at the moment to review - he lost.

At the moment when he was about to cast his son, Bai Ling obviously felt Lan Zhijun's irrepressible anger and unwillingness, and Bai Ling looked at the man in front of him who was quite similar to Heng Yuanjun's temperament, and felt very interesting in his heart.

It is true that she has not won against Heng Yuanjun, but she secretly feels that even if she also defeats Heng Yuanjun, he probably will not have such a situation.

Admittedly, being a loser is not pleasant, and Bai Ling fully understands it.

But...... Why does Lan Zhijun have such a desire to win for Heng Yuanjun?

Between the owner of the flower kiln and the out-and-out orphan of the former prince...... It's really intriguing.

In the silence, Bai Ling heard her stomach grow, and she quickened her steps.

It seemed to rain again in the afternoon, and the ground was wet, and Bai Ling carefully stepped on the bluestone slab, trying not to let the rain wet the upper of his shoes.

It was a rare moment of freedom—though she was sure that the guards who had appeared in the morning were watching her in a place she couldn't see, it was a long-lost experience to wander alone on the stone path after the rain when no one was there.

This gives people some hallucinations, as if the end of the road is not a brilliant night, but a simple and even somewhat dilapidated courtyard, with a washed stone floor and a well, and a hanger standing next to the well, on which are clothes that have been dried for a day.

Passing by the door of the flower kiln with the key number again, Bai Ling's footsteps slowed down - during the day, Bao Yuan stood here, asking the proprietress of this flower kiln for three cents.

The road was bustling, and people kept passing by Bai Ling. Bai Ling ignored it, just looked up at the flower building with the key number.

It's really a place in life that you don't meet, thanks to this chance encounter today, otherwise, I don't know how long I will miss it with Bao Yuan......

Bai Ling stopped downstairs for a moment, then turned and ran towards her and Ai Songqing's residence, she guessed that Ai Songqing might be waiting for her to go back to dinner.

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