The bustard sneered, and threw three more copper plates from her sleeve, one of which rolled down the stairs and fell down the steps into a waterlogged depression not far away.

Bao Yuan, holding the string full of copper coins tightly in one hand, got up and picked up the two copper plates nearby, she searched for the location of the third copper plate for a while, and soon found its trace with the help of onlookers.

Bao Yuan reached out and picked up the money from the sewage, rubbed the copper plate the pocket cloth in front of him, and then put all the money into a coarse cloth pocket hanging from his waist.

The guards began to chase away, dispersing all the onlookers who had gathered in the vicinity.

The bustard girl with the key number in her arms was unwilling to enter the house, she stood in place and sneered at the treasure duck.

But after getting the day's wages, Bao Yuan never looked back at her.

She returned to her board and put the straps on her shoulders again, Bao Yuan lowered her head, held the handles on both sides of the board with both hands, and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

From beginning to 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 Bao Yuan leave.

She was pulled back to Lan Zhijun's side by the accompanying guards, and although she realized that her behavior was not in order, Bai Ling still stubbornly stayed in the tea shed until she saw that Bao Yuan wanted her salary back.

Bai Ling's mind was chaotic, and he didn't know how to sort it out.

When Bao Yuan was forty-five years old in Jianxi, he was sent out of the palace by the concubine to get married......

Why is it in such a place?

"Old acquaintances?" Lan Zhijun asked softly.

Bai Ling's heart was still fluctuating violently with shock, and she didn't speak, but nodded.

Lan Zhijun's hand was in his sleeve, he withdrew his gaze from a distance, and his face was still with an intriguing smile as usual, "Don't make a personal move in this kind of place next time, this is lowering your own value." ”

“…… Got it. Bai Ling replied softly.

"Now that we understand, let's move on." Lan Zhijun looked at where he was going, "We're almost there. ”

"Okay."

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

Although it seemed that there were only two people around at the moment, she and Lan Zhijun were the only two people, but after this battle, Bai Ling was extremely confirmed that there was also a hidden guard-like existence near Lan Zhijun.

She raised her head and glanced at Lan Zhijun again.

That's right, a wealthy merchant with a lot of money in the flower kiln hired some guards to protect his safety at all times...... Reasonable, isn't it.

"The two patrolmen who arrived suddenly just now...... Bai Ling walked a few steps quickly and followed Lan Zhijun's side, "Did Lan Zhijun call it?" ”

The corners of Lan Zhijun's mouth raised slightly, and her eyes narrowed slightly, "It's a matter of raising your hands." ”

Bai Ling sighed softly, and only after a long time did he whisper and say thank you.

Moving on, the people around gradually became fewer, and the road on the ground changed from a mottled stone brick floor to an elegant bluestone pavement.

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

But where exactly it looks, Bai Ling couldn't say the details for a while.

Just as Heng Yuanjun dislikes servants, Lan Zhijun's small courtyard is also silent, this courtyard itself is not big, but in the hinterland of Baihuaya, where every inch of land is valuable, it is almost luxurious.

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

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

Bai Ling looked into the slightly dimly lit room, and stepped in with the hem of his clothes.

Lan Zhijun followed closely behind, pulled the door back up, and he easily lit the lamp in the house, and gently pushed the window next to the lamp open a crack to ventilate.

Even though it was almost noon, the room was dark.

Every window here is covered with a thick curtain, so that no sunlight from outside can enter.

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

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

Bai Ling was silent - Lan Zhijun really liked to play tricks too much, she decided not to ask, and waited for Lan Zhijun to give the following information.

Lan Zhijun held the lamp, strolled to Bai Ling's side, and led her to a low table to sit down.

Only then did Bai Ling see that there was also a chessboard on the low table, and 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?" ”

Bai Ling hesitated, and she stared at the grappling on the chessboard for a long time.

"This game of chess is very similar to the previous game in the Golden Pavilion." Bai Ling said in a low voice, but as soon as the words came out, she frowned again, "...... But not exactly, the chess in the Golden Pavilion followed this game and then played backwards. ”

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

"Who is Lan Zhijun playing against?" Bai Ling asked, "Probably not yourself." ”

"Can't guess?"

Bai Ling was no longer polite—she already had a guess in her mind.

"I read a lot of chess games, when talking about the layout, they like to say 'three lines are the main line, four lines are secondary', but there is one person who is not like this......"

Bai Ling's eyes were lowered, and she reached out towards the chessboard, the back of her hand gently sweeping over the edge of the chessboard, sweeping an area in the air.

"He has always liked 'paying equal attention to the third and fourth lines', but this requires extremely high computing power, so this kind of play, even if others want to learn, they may not be able to learn it."

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

"Does Heng Yuanjun often come to you?" Bai Ling asked directly.

"He didn't come."

"And how does he play against you?"

"Can't we play against each other if we don't meet?"

Bai Ling frowned.

Lan Zhijun continued, "The game of chess you saw in the Golden Pavilion was my own rehearsal. What is on this chessboard is the real game between me and him. But I haven't heard back to him for almost a month. ”

Only then did Bai Ling smack some doorways, "Are you ...... Hold in the air? ”

"Yes." Lan Zhijun replied softly, stretched out her hand and opened the chess basket nearby, "This game of chess, we played...... About five years. ”

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment.

According to Lan Zhijun, the way to play this game of chess is indeed very special - Heng Yuanjun made a move to find a way to send the position of the fallen son out of the palace, and then he followed one move after another, and then found a way to send the position of the fallen son into Qinyuan.

…… It's not impossible.

It's just that Bai Ling never imagined that there was still such a fetter on Heng Yuanjun......

Bai Ling looked at the person in front of him with some suspicion, "Lan Zhijun...... Who is it? ”

"Let's play chess." Lan Zhijun picked up Baizi, "Let me see how the disciples Heng Yuanjun has taught for three years are doing in chess." ”

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