Chang'an is good

Yuan Xiang stretched his head even longer, and asked curiously, "Will Mrs. Chang win or lose?"

Looking at the head sticking out in front of her, Cui Jing said, "...you might as well jump down and take a closer look."

Yuan Xiang responded "Yes", stretched out his hand to make the window lattice bigger, and when he was about to make a move, he paused suddenly, and asked cautiously: "Captain, is this too conspicuous?"

Cui Jing looked at him and said nothing.

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

There was a sudden noise in the backyard, it was indeed because of the winner.

And this kind of noise usually only occurs when there is an unexpected victory or defeat.

But this unexpected result is not sudden - winning and losing chess is not just between one move, from the beginning to the end, how the winner or loser is determined, this process is clearly understood by everyone I saw it.

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Song Xian tried his best to sound calm and authentic——

"I lost."

He was almost restrainedly waiting for the already flamboyant girl on the opposite side to show her complacency, or say some arrogant words... Indeed, she is very qualified to do so now.

"Song Juren just lost this round." The girl suggested in a calm tone: "We didn't agree on the number of rounds before, how about winning two out of three rounds?"

Song Xian raised his eyes to look at her, with surprises, puzzles, and doubts... Could it be that one round was not enough, and he wanted to win another round, so as to make the limelight more thorough?

But those eyes were so calm and honest that there was no flaw.

After staring at each other for a while, Song Xian consciously looked away in embarrassment, then looked at the chessboard, and seemed to be drawn back to the silent battlefield in a trance—the process of playing chess once made him feel like he was on the chessboard. on the battlefield.

This is very strange, he clearly does not know what the real battlefield should look like.

And looking back carefully at this moment, I feel that the opponent's "tactics" are not a violent attack, but a detour and gentleness under the stratagem...

As the saying goes, although those who watch chess clearly know the Tao, no one knows the feeling better than him who is in it.

Is it an illusion?

Is there any need for her to be devious and gentle, is it necessary for her to make secret concessions in order to save his face?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she should win as soon as possible, and the more glorious and gimmick it can spread, this is in line with her style of conduct, isn't it?

At this moment, he actually 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 than losing chess.

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

"That's right Brother Song Xian, I think I underestimated the enemy in this round..."

"Brother Song, don't hold back any more in this round..."

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

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

"No need."

He stood up stiffly with some numbness in his limbs: "If you lose, you lose. It is true that Song is not as skilled as others."

At this time, if you continue to speak sophistry, you will really fall into the inferior position.

Hearing him admit defeat, the surroundings became noisy again.

Listening to those not sharp comments, the faces of other people in the Xunmei Society still inevitably became embarrassed.

In contrast, Cui Lang's words were very sharp: "This is an admission of defeat? Then do you have to practice the words of apprenticeship?"

On Cui Lang's face was an undisguised elation.

Master won, Wuershe saved, and his home is still there!
And he's about to have a junior!
Wait... This Song Xian is going to be his junior brother?

Glancing at Song Xian's ever-changing expression, Cui Lang suddenly felt a little unfair: "Speaking of which, Master, won't it be too cheap for him to just call him apprentice?"

He had prepared for a long time to become a teacher, and he even risked being beaten. How could this man lose a game of chess, but he took advantage of this day!

Damn, there are such people in the world who get paid for nothing without hard work!

But Song Xian obviously didn't think so.

But he knew that at this time, he couldn't help but utter the words of repentance.

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

And it was such a young girl.

Song Xian had just stood up, but the young girl was still sitting where she was. She looked at Song Xian, a young man who was much taller than her, but she didn't give anyone the slightest sense of looking up.

She spoke in a calm tone: "Song Ju should know that one does not need to belittle others to prove one's greatness, and it is not appropriate to trap oneself in a maze with prejudice."

All was quiet.

Does this start to pose as a teacher to teach?

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

"It's true that my apprenticeship to Qiao's offering of wine is not fair. Although it is my private matter, it's only natural that Song Juren, who was rejected as an apprentice, treats me a little bit differently. I might feel dissatisfied if I do it differently. -"

The girl's voice continued: "However, this dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction, whether it is eliminated or deepened in the future, must be based on facts. If you blindly stick to this prejudice and plunge yourself into paranoia, wouldn't the gain not be worth the loss?"

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

After the lecture is over, the next step is to make him apprentice, right?

"Only one who can explain people's doubts can be a teacher." Chang Suining also got up at this time, but said: "If Song Juren thinks that my words are useful for clearing up doubts, then I will be regarded as a Song Dynasty today." Juren's teacher—”

Finally, he said: "Apprenticeship is for like-minded people, not for enmity. If Song Juren doesn't have the heart, it doesn't matter if this teacher doesn't worship. If he has the heart in the future, it won't be too late to worship."

There was a sound of surprise all around.

This is actually a relief, and you don't intend to let Song Juren apprentice on the spot?
Some people breathed a sigh of relief for Song Xian, while others looked at the young girl again with different eyes.

Prince Rong is the latter.

In addition to the latter, Cui Jing had another layer of thinking.

"Great Governor, don't tell me..." After listening intently to the present moment, Yuan Xiang came back to his senses, and suddenly showed emotion: "This subordinate feels what Chang Niangzi said...whether it is Li Shi or the future... Officialdom is of great use to that Song Juren, and this Song Juren will not be at a disadvantage even if he shouts "Teacher."

It seems that he suffered a loss in this game of chess today, but he will save himself from a big fall in the future.

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

Song Xian treated her obviously with hostility.

But she treated each other with tolerance and patience.

This is completely different from her attitude towards Ming Jinchangmiao and others who can do things without saying anything.

Whether it's playing chess or just talking about it, and there is a certainty of how to advance or retreat whether to apprentice or not to apprentice-she has a proper protection while firmly overthrowing the opponent's high platform built with prejudice.

Protect the self-esteem and arrogance of that poor family.

This is not a soft heart that looks at each other as equals, but a kind of... cherish talent from top to bottom.

It is almost impossible to appear on a young girl's bearing and vision for no reason, which makes Cui Jing's eyes rarely look confused.

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

Yuan Xiang let out an "ah" and subconsciously said, "Qiao Ji Bar?"

Isn't Qiao Jijiu the teacher of Mrs. Chang?
Cui Jing didn't comment.

The Song Juren at the stone table in the backyard raised his hand to salute with a complex expression, and then left the place in a bit of embarrassment.

"Brother Song!" Someone followed.

And his worry-free younger brother said with his hands on his hips: "If you don't worship this teacher today, you won't have such a good opportunity in the future!"

Shouting this sentence towards Song Xian's back, Cui Lang said to Chang Suining again: "Master, if he wants to go back to apprentice again in the future, he can't take advantage of him, and then I will take care of him!"

Hu Huan shook his head secretly.

Judging by this posture, Cui Liulang really wants to close the door.

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

"Ning Ning's chess...is it so good?" Qiao Yubai couldn't hide his astonishment—the unknowing shock was getting more and more!

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

Qiao Yubai: "..."

Is this inhuman forte serious?
How can I feel that since Ning Ning's brain went bad, it seems that God has opened a small stove alone... No, this is not a small stove, it is clearly a gluttonous feast!
Qiao Yubai looked at the girl with complicated emotions, he just wanted to ask, would Ning Ning support this meal?

"Chang Niangzi just said that she is not bad at chess... This statement is too modest!" Tan Li couldn't help but sighed at this time - he was sweating coldly for Chang Niang just now, it was unfounded to worry about.

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

Tan Li: "..."

Very well, this kind of mysterious realm of being humble but completely unable to be humble is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Hearing more and more praises in his ears, Chang Suining didn't show any color on his face.

This can't be called a real competition for her, but in fact she still won't win by force.

It should be known that even though people have the same talent, if they come from different backgrounds, even if they put in the same effort, they are bound to be different—what the prince she did in the past seems to be a puppet, but the treatment that the prince should get, She got it all for herself.

If the chess game is like a battlefield, then she has held a peerless sword like the sun since a long time ago, while Song Xian only has a needle in his hand at most.

It wasn't fair in the first place.

However, thousands of miles of rivers and rivers need to be guarded by swordsmen with flesh and blood, and those who hold knives are required to do their best to correct and carve, and they also need people who are good at holding needles to painstakingly paint and embroider.

They are not opposites, they are not perfect, even though they may not be able to go the same way, they should still perform their duties.

"Let's go, let's go back and drink tea!"

Cui Lang greeted everyone in a good mood, and invited Tan Li and the others—he Cui Lang likes people who speak nicely and are not awkward!
Tan Li happily agreed.

"Brother Tan, it's not right for Song Ju to leave...isn't it right?" Someone beside him reminded him in a low voice.

"It's not easy for us to follow up and cry together, right?" Tan Li lowered his voice and said, "Song Juren needs to be alone right now..."

Today he just came here for lunch, and he only ate half of the meal, and his stomach is still not full. A banquet like the Meishihui is destined to have no way to continue, so what are you waiting for if you don't find someone else?
Besides, this next family is still Chang Niangzi!

Tan Licai didn't care about others, and joined Wuershe on his own.

Out of etiquette, Chang Suining also invited the son of Prince Rong who had been on the sidelines for a long time.

"...It's just that there is no wine at the table."

"With such a weak body, it is not suitable to drink alcohol." Prince Rong said with a smile: "This is very good, so as not to ruin the happiness of the kings."

Chang Suining smiled: "Then please."

A group of people went to the bamboo courtyard.

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

When she stepped into the threshold of the Bamboo Courtyard, Qiao Yumian stamped her feet, and turned her head in doubt.

Even though she knew she couldn't see him, Cui Lang still felt like he was being caught, he let out a groan, and groped his body with both hands: "A pot, where is my fan!"

"Should it have landed on the seat?"

"Go in and look for Mr. Ben!"

Qiao Yumian felt a little relieved for no reason.

It was Cui Liulang who was always behind her.

She slightly bent her mouth: "Xiaoqiu, let's go in too."

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

A guy in the hall came to the stone table and wanted to remove the chessboard.

"Wait a minute."

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

There are often officials and dignitaries in and out of the museum, and as a clerk, he has developed a pair of eyes for knowing people.

Cui Jing came, and his eyes fell on the chessboard.

He watched quietly, and it seemed that the process of the girl sitting upright and playing chess was reproduced in front of his eyes.

The game is settled, the chess method 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 so obvious, but because he has repeatedly studied and summed it up for many years, and is very familiar with the way of using soldiers of "His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince". .

The style of handwriting and painting can be imitated... Where did you learn the art of war?

At this time, a ginkgo leaf that had just turned yellow on the edge swirled and landed lightly on the chessboard.

Cui Jing raised his hand, moved the ginkgo leaf away, and his slender fingers landed on a white chip that was just covered by the ginkgo leaf, and picked it up.

This should be the last one she dropped.

"...Brother?!"

Suddenly there was a shout from behind, Cui Jing, who was in a state of ecstasy, subconsciously withdrew his hand, and he also took the chess piece into his palm.

"Eldest brother is here!" Cui Lang walked over in surprise, "Did you come here with Uncle Jiu?"

Cui Jing was noncommittal: "Why did you come out?"

"I'm here to look for a fan!" Cui Lang shook the folding fan in his hand, "It should have been pushed and dropped here just now while jostling with those people... By the way, elder brother just saw Master playing chess with that Song Juren No?"

Cui Jing nodded, and the right hand holding the chess piece was behind her back.

Cui Lang still happily recounted the situation of the chess match just now.

Cui Jing: "..."

So, the point of asking him if he has seen it is...?
In the end, Cui Lang boldly invited his elder brother: "Elder brother, do you want to go in and sit down together?"

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

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

"Then elder brother wait a moment!" Cui Langyan hurriedly saluted, then trotted back to the bamboo courtyard.

Cui Jing was puzzled, what are you waiting for?
good night everyone