Zhu Hao's playing skills are obviously much better than Jinghong's, and even Jinghong himself knows that the difference in rank between them is not even a little bit.
Even though Jinghong fought hard and never gave up, this kind of game where the difference between victory and defeat was too big was not very interesting to Zhu Hao. After the end of the game, Zhu Hao gave up his position, and Zhu San volunteered to play against Jinghong.
After the chess game resumed, the balance of victory was instantly reversed.
Jinghong's level is much higher than that of Zhu San and Zhu Si, but their game is really interesting because Zhu San has a set of skills that no one else has.
"No, I won't play here anymore. I want to play there. You take the chess piece back!"
"This step doesn't count. If you don't allow it here, then we can go back two steps."
Jinghong was speechless.
He pondered in his mind, are all the children in the palace so unreasonable?
Do you understand if you make a move without regrets?
But he was not too entangled, because even if Zhu San was good at using the trick of regretting chess, he was still no match for him. The child finally gained a little more confidence, but when he saw Zhu Hao looking out at the entrance of the courtyard, Jinghong felt a little confused in his heart.
There's a little more haze.
What's the use of being stronger than Zhu San and Zhu Si?
When can I rival Zhu Hao?
There are three consecutive courtyards at the west gate of the palace. Next to the school building is a vacant courtyard. It was originally reserved for visitors to the palace, but it had been unused before. Maybe he and Prince Xing kept a low profile in Anlu and almost never interacted with outsiders.
related.
At this time, the courtyard was being renovated, and some craftsmen were moving in and out.
Zhu Hao observed carefully, because Lu Song had said before that he and Jinghong would move here after the yard was cleaned up. Does this mean that the yard next door will become their new dormitory after it is renovated?
"What are you looking at?"
After Jinghong played a game of chess and easily defeated Zhu San, he came to the entrance of the courtyard and followed Zhu Hao's gaze.
Zhu Hao did not answer.
Zhu Sanchui said angrily from behind: "I don't accept it, Zhu Hao, you can play another game with me."
Hearing this, Jinghong and Zhu Si who followed looked at Zhu San with eyes as if they were sizing up monsters, as if to say, if you want to play chess with Zhu Hao, you should first cross the first mountain.
"Xiaosi, what are you looking at? If you have the ability, do you want to go with Zhu Hao?" Zhu San felt that his younger brother's eyes were full of provocation, and he responded tit for tat.
Zhu Si smiled. He still had some self-awareness. His sister had learned to play chess after all, and his chess skills were good if he could understand the chessboard. If he went to play against Jinghong and Zhu Hao, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?
Zhu San couldn't find his opponent, so he came over gloomily, looked at the workers outside and said, "I heard that the courtyard next door is going to be transformed into a study room. The library where my father lives is almost out of space, so we have to move some books over."
Jinghong's eyes lit up and he asked: "Does that mean we can see the classics collected by the palace in the future?"
A child doesn't have much scheming. He just believes what others say and actually thinks it's a good thing. But Zhu Hao has a different idea. The current trend in the palace is too weird. From dismissing Sui Gongyan to building this so-called study, nothing else
It's just a conspiracy against yourself.
Lu Bing was not seen back that afternoon.
Before school ended, Zhu San took Zhu Si and ran away. It seemed that there was some celebration at the palace that day, and then Zhu Hao and Jinghong returned to Xiwaiyuan where they were temporarily staying.
"How long have you been learning to play chess?"
Jinghong is still brooding over his defeat at the hands of Zhu Hao.
Zhu Hao did not answer the question and said smoothly: "I want to go out to listen to books in the evening, will you go?"
"go!"
Jinghong agreed without thinking, but then realized that he was too reckless. Maybe Zhu Hao wanted to test him?
He immediately changed his words: "Let me take a look and go if nothing happens."
Zhu Hao took a look at him. How could a child be telling the truth?
Do you have to imitate the pretentiousness of adults? It is probably influenced by your father's words and deeds. Unfortunately, at your age, you can only learn a little bit. Look at your father, he is called an old fox.
Thinking that Jing Zhongkuan had just arrived in Ren'anlu and didn't even go to the jail, but instead went to visit his mother and son's rice shop, we can see how deep this person's scheming is.
What kind of upright son can a father like this raise?
By dinner time, the kitchen had added dishes.
Usually, the two kids come a little late in the afternoon, not to mention the delicious food, and there is basically nothing left from the food. However, that day, they didn't have enough food, and all the dishes were stained with meat.
Zhu Hao asked the guard who was having dinner with him and preparing to work the night shift later: "Brother, it's not the Mid-Autumn Festival yet, are there any festivals in the palace?"
The guard said: "You are a noble man in the palace. Why do you talk so much nonsense? You can eat what you have."
pregnant?
What joy?
pregnant?
Or some unexpected surprise?
Didn’t I know that since Zhu Houcong was born, Zhu Houcong had only one sister from the same mother. She was born in the sixth year of Zhengde. From then on until Zhu Youqi passed away, there was nothing more?
Is it because she gave birth but the child was not saved, or because of the butterfly effect after my arrival, Zhu Youqi had hope of having a son again?
The strong feeling of conspiracy in Zhu Hao's heart showed signs of spreading again.
That night, Zhu Hao and Jinghong still lit candles and read.
But Jinghong's mind has long been no longer on books, but wants to go out and listen to storytelling. For him, escaping at night is both exciting and fun. This feeling can easily make a child with little self-control learn the taste and become addicted.
A point where it is difficult to extricate yourself.
"When are we leaving?"
Jinghong urged me several times.
Zhu Hao said: "Why are you anxious? It's just updated now. Since there is a happy event in the palace, there is a high possibility that guests will come. If you are noticed when you go out, you may be kicked out of the palace, or you may tell your family that you wish to do so?"
"
Jinghong's expectations almost fell to the bottom.
After a long time, Zhu Hao took Jinghong on the road.
When I didn't want to leave the gate of the West Cross Courtyard, I met Lu Song who was on patrol at night.
"Lu Dianzhan? What a coincidence."
Zhu Hao smiled and said to Lu Song.
Lu Song asked his men to cheer up and continue patrolling. He walked over and said to the two young men: "Where are you going?"
Zhu Hao replied: "Why don't Lu Dianzhan come with us when we leave the palace to listen to a book?"
That's what he said, but Zhu Hao was just casually inviting him, not sincerely.
Lu Song didn't want to but nodded: "I'm about to go back, so let's go with you."
Zhu Hao realized that Lu Song was worried about him and wanted to see what they were going to do after they left the palace. But the problem is that if you want to detect my whereabouts, shouldn't you follow me secretly? If you go out with me openly, then I have the right
It's a conspiracy, but it's not convenient because you're around.
Lu Song arranged for someone to hold the door, and then led Zhu Hao and Jinghong out of the palace.
Jinghong was uneasy, fearing that Lu Song would tell people in the palace, especially Yuan Zonggao, about his night escape, and the news would eventually reach his father's ears.
After leaving the palace and walking less than half a street, I saw a lively scene of crowds of people.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and autumn grains have been put into storage in many places. This is the busiest time for the people in the city. After a year of hard work, they finally have some free time. I heard that there is a lively bookstore on West Street where you can listen to books for free, so why not hurry up and join in?
A lively one?
Lu Song watched coldly, not too surprised by the lively scene in front of him. Zhu Hao thought about it, this guy must have done some research beforehand.
Lu Song was wearing the official uniform of the Royal Guards Department, and he was full of intimidation wherever he went. As soon as people saw him approaching, they voluntarily moved out of the way. Finally, the three of them came to the bookstore and were close to the storyteller's stand. Some people looked up and looked up.
When you get to Lusong, give up your seat quickly.
"No need!"
Lu Song did not accept the man's kindness, and his purpose was not to listen to the book.
When the storyteller saw an official visiting below, he couldn't help but swallow, stopped his story, and looked over with a hint of nervousness.
Lu Song waved his hand: "Go on!"
The storyteller felt relieved and continued to speak.
Yu San was maintaining order in the bookstore. When he saw something unusual here, he hurried over. When he saw Zhu Hao, his face was happy at first. However, Yu San was a person who was good at observing words and expressions. He noticed that there was a knife-wielding man in official uniform beside Zhu Hao.
Man, I suddenly understood something.
"My lord, are you here to listen to a book? How about I arrange the best seat for you and pay for tea for free? You see, we are talking about Yue. Could you please move?"
Yu San's meaning is obvious.
If you stand in the front row, it will be an eyesore and easily cause tension among the audience.
I'd better arrange a good place for you to sit and enjoy.
"Little Third Brother, this is Lu Dianzhan from Prince Xing's Mansion. He is not an outsider. You don't need to make any special arrangements. Just find a place for us to sit."
When Lu Song didn't say anything yet, Zhu Hao made it clear first.
Rather than letting Lu Song bother to investigate the origins of these people who opened bookstores around the palace, it would be better to tell him directly that I know this person and have a very close relationship with him. I have no intention of hiding it. You should be satisfied now, right?
When Yu Sanyi heard this, he was slightly relieved. It turned out that he was not an enemy, but a friend.
Since he was Zhu Hao's friend, he was even more considerate in his hospitality.
In the future, if the palace's military generals come to control the situation, who will dare to cause trouble?
This is a big backer!
Arrange your seats.
Zhu Hao, Lu Song and Jinghong sat together, with the tables in front of them filled with dried fruits, snacks and tea.
At this time, order in the bookstore was restored, and storytellers and listeners were immersed in the mysterious world of storytelling.
Lu Song looked around and frowned slightly: "Do you know this person?"
"Of course I know him. His name is Yu San. He is from Caobang. He used to work with Uncle Zhong. He met my mother when she hired help. He is considered a long-term employee of my family."
Zhu Hao picked up the melon seeds and started cracking them.
"Your family's long-term employee?"
Not only was Lu Song surprised, but Jinghong on the side also looked over curiously.
Jinghong thought to himself, no wonder this person who looked like the shopkeeper of the bookstore was very polite to Zhu Hao last time. The relationship is like a servant meeting a young master?
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "Not only that, I still have a share in this business. I think it's too boring to do nothing but study and sleep in the palace, so I asked you, Mr. Lu, not Lu Dianzhan. My conversation with Yuan Changshi the day before yesterday
You should have heard it. It was a story taught to me by my enlightenment teacher, Mr. Lu. I told others about it. Who would have thought it would become so popular?
The night is like a year."
It's true, what can I say?
Being so open and honest made Lu Song confused.
"you"
Lu Song wanted to say something, but found that the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out.
Zhu Hao said: "The business of this stall is good. It's not enough to make a lot of money. It's still possible to make a small amount of money. How about you, Lu Dianzhan, join a share? We run it as a partnership. You come over occasionally to support the scene. I don't think anyone will dare to come here from now on."
I don’t know what Lu Dianzhan’s intention is to cause trouble?”