Yuan Xiang's head suddenly stretched out longer, and he asked curiously: "Did Chang Niangzi win or lose?" ”

Looking at the head stretched out in front of him, Cui Jing: "...... You might as well jump in and take a closer look. ”

Yuan Xiang responded with a "yes", stretched out his hand to beat the window spirit a little bigger, and when he was about to make a move, he suddenly paused again, and asked cautiously: "Dudu, is this move too unusual?" ”

Cui Jing looked at him and didn't speak.

Yuan Xiang smiled dryly and closed the window a little smaller.

There was a commotion in the backyard, and it was indeed because of the winner and loser.

And this kind of noise often only appears when there is a victory or defeat that everyone expected.

But the unexpected result is not sudden - winning and losing is not just between one move, from the beginning to the end and how the win or loss is decided, this process is clearly seen by everyone.

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Song Xian tried his best to make his tone sound calm enough and said-

"It's me who loses."

He was almost restrained waiting for the already flamboyant girl on the other side to show a smug look, or say something arrogant...... Indeed, she is now well qualified to do so.

"Song Juren just lost this game." The girl proposed in a calm tone: "I haven't agreed on a few rounds before, so why don't you win two out of three games?" ”

Song Xian raised his eyes to look at her, there were surprises, puzzlements, and doubts...... Could it be that one game is not enough, and you still want to win another game against him, so as to make this limelight more thoroughly?

But those eyes were calm and honest, and there were no flaws.

After looking at each other for a moment, Song Xian looked away a little embarrassed, looked at the chessboard again, and suddenly seemed to be pulled back to the silent battlefield - the process of the game once made him feel like he was on the battlefield.

It was strange, and he didn't know what the real battlefield should look like.

And at this moment, when I look back carefully, I feel that the opponent's "tactics" are not a fierce attack, but a roundabout and gentle atmosphere under the strategy......

As the saying goes, it is true that the Taoist chess viewer is clear, but no one will feel it better than he is in it.

Is it a delusion?

Is there any need for her to be gentle and gentle, and there is no need to make secret concessions in order to save his face?

In front of everyone's eyes, she should win as quickly as possible, and pass it on to be more glorious and gimmicky, so it is in line with her style of acting, isn't it?

At this moment, he felt that the girl in front of him, who had always been defined as superficial and flamboyant, suddenly became unpredictable, as if he had never really seen through her......

The impact of this feeling was even more unacceptable to him than losing.

"Brother Song, let's have another game!"

"Yes, Brother Song Xian, this game is a light enemy......"

"Brother Song doesn't have any more reservations in this game......

Listening to the sound of persuasion and comfort in his ears, Song Xian's face turned red and white.

He did underestimate the enemy at first, but he was not the one who had reservations.

"No need."

His limbs were a little numb and he got up stiffly: "If you lose, you lose, it's true that Song's skills are not as good as others." ”

At this time, if you use sophistry again, you will really fall behind.

Listening to him admit defeat, the surroundings became noisy again.

Listening to the not-so-sharp discussions, the faces of the others in the Xunmei Society were still inevitably embarrassed.

In comparison, Cui Lang's words were very sharp: "This is admitting defeat?" Then is it time to practice the words of the apprentice? ”

Cui Lang's face was undisguised and exclaimed.

Master won, Wujibao stayed, and his home was still there!

And he's going to have a junior brother!

Wait a minute...... This Song Xian wants to be his junior brother?

Glancing at Song Xian's repeatedly changing face, Cui Lang suddenly felt a little unfair: "Speaking of which, Master, just call him apprentice, wouldn't it be too cheap for him?" ”

He had been preparing for a long time for apprenticeship, and he was still at the risk of being beaten, how could this person lose a game of chess, but he picked up this great benefit!

Damn, there are such people in the world who have gained nothing for nothing!

But Song Xian apparently doesn't think so.

But he knew that he couldn't say anything remorseful at this time.

Countless eyes fell on him...... Does Song Juren really want to worship a woman as a teacher?

And it's such a young girl.

Song Xian had just stood up, but the young girl was still sitting in place, and she looked at Song Xian, the young man who was much taller than her, but she didn't give people the feeling of looking up at her.

She spoke, and her tone was not hurried: "Song Juren should know that he is tall and does not need to prove that he is tall by belittling and belittling others, and it is not appropriate to trap himself in the obstacle with a prejudiced gaze. ”

There was silence in all directions.

Did you start to put on the posture of a teacher?

Hearing this, Song Xian only felt a hot pain on his face.

"It's really not fair for me to apprentice to Qiao's wine, although it's just my private matter, but it's normal for Song Juren, who was rejected to apprentice, treat me a little unaccustomed to it, and I may be dissatisfied——"

The girl's voice continued: "But this dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction, whether it is eliminated or deepened, needs to be based on facts, if you blindly stick to this prejudice and make yourself fall into bias and paranoia, wouldn't it be worth the loss?" ”

Song Xian's stiff and cold ten fingers trembled slightly, and then slowly retracted.

After the lecture, the next thing is to let him apprentice logically, right?

"Only those who solve doubts with others can be teachers." Chang Sui Ning also got up at this time, but said: "If Song Juren thinks that my words are useful for solving doubts, then I can be regarded as Song Juren's teacher today——"

Finally, he said: "Apprenticeship is for like-minded choices, not for enmity, if Song Juren has no heart, this teacher does not worship, if there is a heart in the future, it is not too late to worship." ”

There was a sound of surprise.

This is actually a relief, and he doesn't plan to let Song Juren apprentice on the spot?

Some people breathed a sigh of relief for Song Xian, and some people looked at the young girl again with different eyes.

King Rong is the latter.

Cui Jing has an extra layer of thinking in addition to the latter.

"Dadudu, don't say it......" Because of listening to it intently, Yuan Xiang came back to his senses and suddenly sighed: "My subordinates feel Chang Niangzi's words...... Whether it is to establish the world or enter the officialdom in the coming day, it is of great use to that Song Juren, and this Song Juren will not suffer even if he shouts a teacher. ”

It seems that he has suffered a loss in this game of chess today, but he will save a lot of trouble in the future.

Cui Jing looked at the two people standing opposite each other at the stone table.

That Song Xian treated her with hostile intentions.

But when she treats each other, she can be called tolerant and patient.

This is completely different from her attitude towards Ming Jinchang Miao and others.

Whether it is gambling on chess, or the words of the genius, and then there is the grasp of the importance of the apprentice or not-she firmly overthrows the opponent's high platform built with prejudice, and has just the right amount of protection.

Protect the self-esteem and arrogance of the humble man.

This is not a soft-hearted view of equality, but a top-down ...... Cherish talents.

It is almost impossible for this to appear on a young girl's bearing and vision for no reason, which makes Cui Jing's eyes rarely have a trace of confusion.

"Who taught her this?" He asked as if he were talking to himself.

Yuan Xiang let out an "ah" and subconsciously said: "Qiao Festival Bar? ”

Isn't Qiao Sacrificial Wine Chang Niangzi's teacher?

Cui Jing did not comment.

The Song Juren at the stone table in the backyard raised his hand to salute with a complicated face, and left here a little embarrassed.

"Brother Song!" Someone followed.

And his unconscious younger brother crossed his waist and said, "If you don't worship this teacher today, you won't have such a good opportunity in the future!" ”

shouted at Song Xian's back, Cui Lang said to Chang Suining again: "Master, if he wants to go back to apprentice in the future, he can't be cheap, and I will take care of it then!" ”

Hu Huan shook his head secretly.

Looking at this posture, Cui Liulang really wants to close the door.

Cui Lang's thoughts are indeed not very friendly, he can't be a closed disciple, who else can he leave the disciple?

"Ningning's chess ...... Is it so good? Qiao Yubai couldn't hide his surprise - there were more and more frightens that he didn't know!

"What's this, Ning Ning's spear is still very good." Chang Suian gave him a universal answer: "You don't know yet, Ning Ning's strength is to turn other people's strengths into his own!" ”

Qiao Yubai: "......"

Is this inhuman strength serious?

How do you feel that since Ning Ning's brain is broken, it seems that God has opened a small stove alone...... No, where is this small stove, it's clearly a gluttonous feast!

Qiao Yubai looked at the girl with a complicated mood, he just wanted to ask, is this meal to eat, Ning Ning can support it?

"Chang Niangzi only said that her chess play is not bad...... That's too modest! Tan Li couldn't help but sigh at this time - in vain, he still pinched a cold sweat for Chang Niangzi, it was unfounded.

Chang Suining smiled and said: "Compared with riding archery and calligraphy and painting, it can only be called pretty good." ”

Tan Li: "......"

Very good, this kind of subtle realm that is modest but completely unmodest is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Listening to the more and more praises in his ears, Chang Suining had no color on his face.

This is not a real competition for her, but in fact, she still can't win.

It must be known that even if people have the same talents, if they are from different backgrounds and put in the same effort, they are bound to be different-although she did the prince in the past, although she was a bit of a puppet, she won the treatment that the prince should get.

If it is said that the chess game is like a battlefield, then she has held a peerless sword like the dawn in her hand since a long time ago, and Song Xian only has a needle in her hand at most.

It's not fair in the first place.

However, thousands of miles of rivers need to be guarded by those who carry swords with flesh and blood, those who need to hold knives with all their efforts to correct and carve them, and those who are good at holding needles to work hard to depict embroidery.

They are not opposites, and even though they may not be on the same path, they still have their own responsibilities.

"Let's go back and have tea!"

Cui Lang greeted everyone in a good mood, and invited Tan Li to them - people who speak well and are not awkward, he Cui Lang likes it the most!

Tan Li happily agreed.

"Brother Tan, Song Jucai is leaving...... Isn't that right? Someone next to him whispered a reminder.

"It's hard for us to cry along, right?" Tan Li lowered his voice and said, "Song Juren needs to be quiet now......

Today, he was just rubbing rice, this meal is only half eaten, and his stomach is not full, such a banquet like Xunmei Shihui is destined to be unable to continue, what are you waiting for if you don't find a home?

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Besides, this family is still a regular lady!

Tan Licai didn't care about others, and joined the people of the Wuji Society on his own.

Out of courtesy, Chang Sui Ning also invited the prince of King Rong, who had been watching for a long time.

“…… But there was no wine on the table. ”

"With such a weak body, it is not appropriate to drink." King Rong said with a smile: "This is very good, but it will save the pleasure of all the kings." ”

Chang Suining smiled: "Then please." ”

The group went to the bamboo courtyard.

Qiao Yumian took the hand of the female envoy and walked slowly, and Cui Lang always walked three steps behind her, blocking the slightly chaotic flow of people behind her.

When he stepped into the threshold of the bamboo courtyard, Qiao Yumian paused as if he had noticed something, and turned his head with some doubts.

Although she knew that she couldn't see him, Cui Lang still felt like he was being caught, and sighed indiscriminately, and touched his hands on his body: "A pot, where is my fan!" ”

"You must have landed on the seat, right?"

"Go in and find Ben Lang-kun!"

Qiao Yumian was inexplicably relieved.

It's Cui Liulang who has been behind her.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly: "Xiaoqiu, let's go in too." ”

After Chang Suining and the others left, the onlookers who came from all over the world also dispersed while talking.

A man in the museum walked up to the stone table and tried to remove the chessboard.

"Wait."

The young man's cold and calm voice sounded, and the man turned his head to look, although he didn't know the identity of the person who came, he still subconsciously stepped aside, saluted and left for the time being.

There are often eunuchs and magnates in and out of the museum, and as a man, he has also practiced a pair of eyes to recognize people.

Cui Jing walked over, his eyes falling on the chessboard.

He watched quietly, and his eyes seemed to reproduce the process of the girl sitting and playing chess.

The game is like the art of war......

And this method of using soldiers seems to be very similar to a person's way of using soldiers...... This is not very obvious, only because he has repeatedly studied and summarized for many years, and is very familiar with the way of using troops of "His Royal Highness the First Prince", so he feels this way.

The handwriting style can be copied...... The art of war, where did it come from?

At this time, a ginkgo biloba leaf that had just turned yellow on the edge fell lightly on the chessboard.

Cui Jing raised his hand and removed the ginkgo biloba, and his slender fingers landed on a white seed that had just been covered by the ginkgo biloba, and picked it up.

This should be the last son she falls.

“…… Eldest brother?! ”

Suddenly, a shout sounded from behind him, and Cui Jing, who was in a trance, subconsciously withdrew his hand, and the chess piece was also collected into his palm.

"Why is the eldest brother here!" Cui Lang came over in surprise: "You came here with Uncle Jiutang?" ”

Cui Jing was noncommittal: "How did you come out?" ”

"I'm looking for a fan!" Cui Lang shook the folding fan in his hand: "It should have accidentally fallen here between pushing and shoving with those people...... By the way, can the eldest brother see the master competing with that Song Juren? ”

Cui Jing bowed his head, and the right hand holding the chess piece was behind him.

Cui Lang still recounted the situation of the chess competition again.

Cui Jing: "......"

So, what is the point of asking him if he has seen ......?

In the end, Cui Lang had the courage to invite his own brother: "Eldest brother, do you want to go in and sit together?" ”

Cui Jing glanced at the direction of the bamboo courtyard: "No need." ”

He went in and sat down, and the students were afraid that they would not dare to sit down.

"Wait a minute, eldest brother!" Cui Langyan hurriedly bowed, and then trotted back to the bamboo courtyard.

Cui Jing was puzzled, what are you waiting for?