Bai Ling shook his head.

"Don't you know?" Wei XIV asked, "But you don't look surprised. ”

"Guessed." Bai Ling said softly, "I went to Qinyuan a few days ago, and I saw Han Chong there...... At that time, I probably thought that the emperor might be about to loosen Qinyuan's chains, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. ”

"I heard that Han Chong went to the Tai Hospital yesterday...... Wei Shishi said softly, "What did he do again?" ”

"I was about to tell you about it."

Bai Ling said with a smile, she briefly told Fourteen about last night's events, and then sighed, "...... This person is really annoying, I really want to run away quickly, out of sight and out of mind. ”

Wei Fourteen fell into thought, "...... It's a variable. ”

"yes." Bai Ling said softly.

"Did you find any mystery in the chess game?"

Bai Ling shook her head again, she thought for a moment, and said softly, "I guess it's a real chess book, when I used to learn chess with him, I asked him for a list of recommendations, and he said that some of the chess games on the market are not as good as not reading, and it will dirty his eyes when he reads, so the ones used to play for me are basically the famous games that he selected and transcribed on a separate paper."

"I guess this is a compilation album that he compiled after his own screening."

Wei Fourteen replied thoughtfully, "Sounds ...... Seems to be quite attentive? ”

"Yes, he's a good master." Bai Ling said softly, "...... But take what you need. Heng Yuanjun is a person who can't be unguarded. ”

……

At night, Chen Yicong came to Hengyuanjun's new house.

When I arrived at the door, I saw that the tattered plaque of the inner palace was still hanging on the gate - Heng Yuanjun should have moved the plaque of "Qinyuan" directly here to hang it.

Chen Yicong stood under the sign for a while, he looked sideways at Han Chong on the side, "What about your master?" ”

"The emperor is in a hurry, and Heng Yuanjun hasn't had time to change his clothes, so he sent me out to greet him first."

"Went to bed so early?"

“…… No," Han Chong looked at Chen Yicong and explained in a low voice, "Most of the time now, Heng Yuanjun is in bed. ”

"Sick?"

Without waiting for Han Chong to answer, Chen Yicong had already stepped on the threshold of Xinqin Garden and went to the courtyard where Heng Yuanjun lived at the moment.

It is not the main garden of this garden, but a courtyard facing the water, which is smaller in size but more elegant.

Heng Yuanjun was slowly walking out with the support of the palace people.

"Let's go inside." Chen Yicong frowned slightly, he looked at Heng Yuanjun's pale face, and felt that this man who was about the same age as his father was as thin as a piece of paper.

"I heard Han Chong say, have you been bedridden lately?"

"It's always been like this," Heng Yuanjun said softly, "The emperor doesn't have to worry......

"I'm not worried about this," Chen Yicong picked up the cup on the tea case, "I don't know how Uncle Huang handled the things I handed over to you?" ”

Although Chen Yicong's words were so ruthless, Heng Yuanjun did not have any resentment on his face, he lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "I originally wanted to enter the palace tomorrow morning to present ......."

"Already have a clue?"

"Hmm." Heng Yuanjun nodded, "Since the emperor is willing to delegate power and trust to this point, how can the ministers ...... Disappoint. ”

Heng Yuanjun took a scroll and slowly spread it out in front of Chen Yicong.

"Three years ago, I personally demolished the Jian'an Pavilion, and the core members have been exiled to the border." Chen Yicong said softly, "You can't rebuild it in just a few days. ”

"Of course not." Heng Yuanjun said softly, "However, I think what the emperor needs is not a ...... of Jian'an Pavilion."

Chen Yicong frowned slightly.

Heng Yuanjun said softly, "The emperor needs a batch of dead soldiers who are willing to go to the soup for you......"

"I've been there for a long time."

Heng Yuanjun smiled, "But you need them to be completely hidden from the outside, so this matter can't be left to someone else's hands...... Yes, you have to come in person. ”

Chen Yicong did not refute, he looked at the schematic diagram and dense text on the scroll.

His gaze swept over the long book at a glance - this is probably the so-called "clue" of Heng Yuanjun in the past few days, and he wrote the document from the outline of the methodology formed by the Jian'an Pavilion back then.

Regardless of whether there is a secret here, this letter is very precious to Chen Yicong.

“…… You guessed it. Chen Yicong said in a low voice.

Heng Yuanjun smiled, and then coughed a little uncontrollably.

Chen Yicong glanced up at him, "Didn't you say that your cough has been getting better recently?" Why are you still coughing? ”

"Cough always has to cough...... "Heng Yuanjun picked up the tea, "and now...... It's really much better than before. ”

"Let's talk about it." Chen Yicong pushed the scroll to Heng Yuanjun's side, "I'll listen and see." ”

This night, Heng Yuanjun said more than half a month.

The candle on the side slowly burned in half, and Heng Yuanjun didn't mention anything about how to establish the new department, he kept telling stories about how his father handed over the Jian'an Pavilion to himself, and what means he used to maintain contact with the outside world, so that the entire Jian'an Pavilion slowly revived in the hands of him and the Zhen family, and finally became a force that was enough to shake the situation.

Chen Yicongcheng's face was expressionless, interrupting Heng Yuanjun's words from time to time and raising some questions.

But inside, he had already heard it with a stirring heart—this complete and arduous beginning was the part he wanted to hear the most.

If it weren't for Heng Yuanjun's voice being a little hoarse at the end, and his spirit seemed to be really tired, Chen Yicong still had a lot of details that he wanted to continue to ask.

It was not until this moment that Chen Yicong more or less truly understood the reason why his mother wanted to imprison Heng Yuanjun by herself.

This man is really too dangerous.

However, looking at his haggard appearance now—where is the need to use Qin Yuan to imprison him?

His resourcefulness and scheming...... Aren't they all firmly imprisoned in this weak body?

Even stepping out of this mansion can only be barely done, what kind of storm can such a weak and sickly body set off?

"I see that you also brought the plaque from Qinyuan." Chen Yicong changed his words, and suddenly brought up his observation when he first entered the door.

“…… Be. Heng Yuanjun's voice had become a little weak.

"I thought you'd hate that place so much." Chen Yicong said softly, "If it were me, I might have smashed this plaque on the spot." ”

Heng Yuanjun smiled, a slight bitterness flashed in his eyes, and then he sighed softly.

"I don't hate...... I miss it. ”

"Nostalgia?" Chen Yicong felt slightly offended, his face was slightly gloomy, "What do you miss?" ”

Chen Yicong looked at Heng Yuanjun's face, if the other party dared to show the slightest blasphemy against his mother in the next words-

"Nostalgia for the serendipity of fate."

Heng Yuanjun's eyes were half-open, with a shallow gentleness on his face, "Young and sick, how can this body be old?" What's more, it's in a place like Qinyuan...... Kechen still survived. This is only between His Majesty and the Queen Mother's momentary kindness. ”

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