The longer he sat on the dragon chair, the more Chen Yicong understood how difficult it was to avoid everyone's attention and arrange a big event involving many without a trace.

On the one hand, most of his actions will leave traces in the inner palace, and on the other hand, the process of distributing many orders is extremely complicated, and of course he can directly order a holy decree, ignoring all the existing rules, but in practice, it is even more impossible to avoid the eyes and ears of the cabinet and many courtiers.

However, Chen understands that none of this is impossible.

Because it was under this circumstance that Emperor Jianxi silently formed a 5,000-strong mausoleum guard army and a Shenji battalion on the outskirts of Beijing.

Sun Beiji didn't know about this, Zhang Shouzhong didn't know, and even his mother Zhen had never heard of it.

It's a pity that the emperor's grandfather has been sleeping for a long time, and he can no longer give Chen Yicong any specific guidance.

Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong are courtiers, and even if they have such means, they will never teach it to the king.

And the one in front of him, who was regarded by his mother as a great threat to the point that he needed to be "imprisoned in Qinyuan for life", was obviously quite experienced in this matter.

Regrouping is a bait.

Chen Yicong really wants to see what kind of answer Heng Yuanjun will give.

In the second half of the night, when Heng Yuanjun stepped out of the door of the Heart Cultivation Palace, he saw Han Chong, who he hadn't seen for a long time, standing outside, the night wind howling and blowing the hems of the two of them, and also blowing the night rain.

Neither of them spoke, Han Chong raised his umbrella and stepped into the night with Heng Yuanjun.

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The next morning, the sky was covered with gloomy clouds.

The drizzle of the night last night had condensed into some light ice on the ground, and the ice shattered when one stepped on it, splashing shallow muddy water.

Bai Ling was waiting at the door of Qinyuan with a basket, she seemed to have come a little early, so that the palace people who cleaned the courtyard for Hengyuanjun today had not yet come.

Suddenly, the door opened a crack on its own.

"Bai Siyao, you're here."

Bai Ling felt a chill on the back of her neck - she would never remember this voice, it was Han Chong.

"Lord Han......?" Bai Ling's eyes narrowed, "How are you-"

Bai Ling was really a little surprised, Han Chong had already been deliberately transferred from Heng Yuanjun's side, according to Fourteen, in the past few years, the emperor even intended to send him to the nearby state capital to run an errand, and it seemed that he really didn't enter the palace again.

So why is it now in Qinyuan?

- Fourteen didn't come with her today!

Han Chong's figure disappeared from the crack in the door, and in the next moment, he jumped out of the palace wall and landed in front of Bai Ling.

Instinctively, Bai Ling took two steps back.

Han Chong didn't look at her, but walked straight to the door covered with iron chains, and he casually removed the chains that hung on the deadbolts, only to realize that these chains were not really locked as before, but were wrapped into a slipknot like a rope on the side.

"Please." Han Chong's voice was cold, and he pushed open the heavy wooden door, the iron chain rattling with the bearing of the door's twisting.

The collision of metals overlapped with the friction of "squeak-" faintly made Bai Ling feel a little uneasy.

In the courtyard, Hengyuan-kun sat under the broad leaves of the banyan tree as always.

The green banyan in winter has not lost its leaves, but the color is also the same as the osmanthus tree in the Bailing Courtyard to turn to a deep green dyed ink, and Heng Yuanjun is still his wide robe with big sleeves, and a layer of soft fur is draped over his shoulders.

In front of him, the chessboard was already ready.

Bai Ling hesitated for a moment at the door, but walked to sit down opposite Heng Yuanjun as usual.

On the edge of Bai Ling's seat, Heng Yuanjun specially added two stoves, which was also because Bai Ling was afraid of the cold, and Heng Yuanjun insisted on playing in the courtyard.

Seeing Bai Ling, Heng Yuanjun smiled faintly, "Have you waited for a long time?" ”

"Nope." Bai Ling replied.

As she spoke, she lowered her head and put away the hem of her cloak, so that the corners of her cloak would not fall to the ground and cause dust when she sat down.

In the past three years, Heng Yuanjun has become Bai Ling's Go master by mistake - under Chen Yicong's deliberate isolation, Qinyuan was lively for a short time and then fell silent again.

This time, with Zhen's help, Heng Yuanjun's connection with the outside world was cut off more completely.

There is only one Bai Ling, who can come and go here from time to time by playing chess, which is not only a little connivance of Chen Yicong to her, but also an eyeliner planted by the young emperor in Qinyuan.

However, Heng Yuanjun doesn't care much about the latter, because getting along with Bai Ling is really interesting, Bai Ling is good at listening, and is even better at answering and cross-examining.

When they met for the first time on the palace road not far from Chengqian Palace, Heng Yuanjun felt that Bai Ling had some temperament that made him feel more cordial.

- Precocious, studious, adaptable, and incomprehensible stubbornness and persistence in some details.

Playing chess with her, and using it to talk about other things, often made Hengyuanjun feel as if time had been turned back - and he also had the opportunity to argue with a familiar shadow on an equal footing.

Heng Yuanjun glanced at the basket in Bai Ling's hand, "What did you bring?" ”

"It's some freshly picked water chestnuts." Bai Ling placed the basket beside the two of them, "This morning, a villager sent a lot of seasonal agricultural goods to our house, I thought you had been coughing all this time, so I picked up a basket for you." ”

Heng Yuanjun was a little curious to uncover the corner of the cotton cloth spread on the basket, and picked up an abacus-like water chestnut fruit with two fingers.

"It turned out to be 'black taro'......" Heng Yuanjun said softly, "Thank you." ”

Bai Lingyu glanced at Han Chong, who was standing not far away.

“…… You are welcome. ”

The two didn't say anything more, and each opened the chess basket next to them, Bai Ling held black, and Heng Yuanjun held white, this is their recent new rule, Hengyuan Jun first put sunspots on the four stars of the chessboard, as a concession to Bai Ling.

The agreement between the two on the handicap is very clear - earlier Heng Yuanjun conceded the thirteen sons, and the two played and reviewed until Bai Ling was able to win five games in a row under the premise that the opponent gave up the thirteen sons.

won five games in a row, and then was promoted to one order, Heng Yuanjun from giving up thirteen sons, reduced to nine sons,

Starting from the ninth son, one son pushed forward one by one.

The battle on the chessboard, the encirclement and the interception, Heng Yuanjun did not hide his secrets, he took Bai Ling to play the famous game - those interesting games in history were deeply engraved in his mind, and he came easily.

The reduction from thirteen sons to four sons is the chess skill that Bai Ling has grown under the guidance of Heng Yuanjun in the past three years.

But today's game was quieter than ever.

After a long time, Bai Ling finally opened his mouth first, "...... When did Lord Han come back? ”

"Last night." Heng Yuanjun replied truthfully.

"The Emperor's will?"

"Of course."

"That's amazing," Bai Ling looked at the chess game, and after a while, she landed on the chessboard, "what the hell is ...... Earned out. ”

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