Yuan Xiang's head suddenly stretched even longer, and asked curiously: "Did Mrs. Chang win or lose?"
Looking at the head stretched out in front of her, Cui Jing said: "...You might as well jump down and take a closer look."
Yuan Xiang responded "yes" and stretched out his hand to open the window lattice wider. Just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly paused and asked cautiously: "Captain, is this move too conspicuous?"
Cui Jing looked at him and said nothing.
Yuan Xiang smiled dryly and closed the window a little smaller.
There was a sudden noise in the backyard, and it was indeed because the winner was decided.
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 are not just between one move. From the beginning to the middle and to the end, how winning or losing is determined is clearly understood by everyone.
See it in your eyes.
Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Song Xian tried his best to sound calm and authentic——
"I lost."
He was almost waiting with restraint for the flamboyant girl opposite to show a proud look or say something arrogant... Indeed, she was 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 and looked at her, feeling surprised, puzzled, and doubtful... Could it be that one round was not enough, and he wanted to win another round against him so that he could show off the limelight more thoroughly?
But those eyes were so calm and honest that there was no flaw in them.
After looking at each other for a moment, Song Xian actually looked away in embarrassment, and then looked at the chessboard. He seemed to be pulled back to the silent battlefield in a trance - the process of the game once made him feel as if he was on the chessboard.
On the battlefield.
This is very strange, he clearly doesn't know what a real battlefield looks like.
And when I look back carefully at this moment, I realize that the opponent's "tactics" are not a fierce attack, but a roundabout and gentle spirit under the strategizing...
As the saying goes, although those who watch chess have a clear mind, no one can understand the feelings of chess better than he who is involved in it.
Is it an illusion?
Is there any need for her to be roundabout and gentle, or to make secret concessions in order to save his face?
In the eyes of the public, she should win as quickly as possible so that it can be spread out more gloriously and with more gimmicks. This is in line with her style, doesn't it?
At this moment, he felt that the girl in front of him, who he had always 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 chess.
"Brother Song, let's have another round!"
"Yes, Brother Song Xian, I think you underestimated the enemy in this round..."
"Brother Song, please don't hold anything back in this round..."
Listening to the persuasive and comforting voices 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 numb and stiff as he stood up: "If you lose, you lose. It is true that Song's skills are inferior to others."
If you continue to speak sophistry at this time, you will truly 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 Xunmei Club still inevitably became embarrassed.
In comparison, Cui Lang's words were very sharp: "Are you admitting defeat now? Then do you have to fulfill your words of apprenticeship?"
Cui Lang's face was undisguisedly proud.
Master won, Wuer Society was saved, and his home is still there!
And he is going to have a junior brother!
Wait...this Song Xian is actually going to be his junior brother?
After taking a look at Song Xian's changing expression, Cui Lang suddenly felt a little unfair: "Speaking of which, Master, would it be too easy for him to just ask him to become a disciple like this?"
He had prepared for a long time to become a disciple and even risked being beaten. How could this man lose a game of chess and gain such a huge advantage!
Damn it, there are people in this world who get so much without any effort!
But Song Xian obviously didn't think so.
But he knew that he could not utter regrets at this time.
Countless eyes fell on him...Does Song Juren really want to worship a woman as his disciple?
And she is such a young girl.
Song Xian had just stood up, but the young girl was still sitting where she was. At this time, she was looking at the much taller young man Song Xian, but she never felt like she was looking up to him.
She spoke in a calm tone: "Song Juren should know that there is no need to belittle or belittle others to prove that one is tall, and it is not advisable to trap oneself in a trap with prejudice."
Everything is quiet.
Does this mean that you are pretending to be a teacher?
Hearing these words, Song Xian felt a burning pain on his face.
"The matter of my apprenticeship with Qiao Jiji is indeed not fair. Although it is my private matter, it is human nature that Song Juren, who was rejected as his apprentice, treats me a little bit unfavorably. I might also feel dissatisfied.
——”
The girl's voice continued: "But whether this dislike and dissatisfaction is eliminated or deepened in the future, it must be based on facts. If you blindly stick to this prejudice and fall into bias and paranoia, wouldn't it be worth the loss?"
Song Xian's stiff and cold fingers trembled slightly and then slowly closed.
After the sermon is over, it is natural for him to become a disciple, right?
"Only one can become a teacher by solving people's doubts." Chang Suining also stood up at this time, but said: "If Song Juren thinks that my words are useful in solving doubts, then I will be regarded as a Song Dynasty person today."
A teacher who can lift people——"
Finally, he said: "Being a disciple is a choice for people who share the same goals, not for the sake of enmity. If Song Juren has no intention, it is fine not to worship him. If he has the intention in the future, it will not be too late to worship him again."
There were sounds of surprise everywhere.
This actually meant that he was relieved and did not intend to let Song Juren become his disciple 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.
Cui Jing has another layer of thinking besides the latter.
"Grand Governor, please don't say that..." Yuan Xiang came back to his senses as he listened intently, and suddenly showed emotion: "I feel that Mrs. Chang's words... no matter whether it is the establishment of the world or the coming day.
Officialdom is of great use to Song Juren, and Song Juren will not suffer any loss even if he is called "teacher"."
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Cui Jing looked at the two people standing opposite each other at the stone table.
Song Xian's treatment of her was obviously hostile.
But she was tolerant and patient in her treatment of the other party.
This is completely different from her attitude towards Ming Jin Changmiao and others who are hands-on but silent.
Whether it's a game of chess, a word of wisdom, or the decision of whether to become a disciple or not - she not only firmly overthrows the opponent's high platform built with prejudice, but also has a just right protection.
Protecting the self-esteem and pride of a poor man.
This is not a soft-hearted attitude towards equal treatment, but a top-down... cherishing of talents.
It was almost impossible for this demeanor and vision to appear in a young girl for no reason, which gave Cui Jing a rare look of confusion in her eyes.
"Who taught her this?" he asked as if talking to himself.
Yuan Xiang said "ah" and subconsciously said: "Qiao Ji Bar?"
Isn’t Qiao Jijiu Mrs. Chang’s teacher?
Cui Jing did not comment.
The Song Juren sitting next to the stone table in the backyard raised his hand to salute with a complex expression, and left the place in a slightly embarrassed manner.
"Brother Song!" Someone followed.
And his restless younger brother put his hands on his hips and said, "If you don't worship this master today, you won't have such a good opportunity in the future!"
After shouting this towards Song Xian's back, Cui Lang said to Chang Sui Ning: "Master, if he wants to come back and become a disciple again in the future, you can't give him an advantage. I will take care of it then!"
Hu Huan secretly shook his head.
Looking at 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 will he be?
"Ning Ning's chess... is she so good at it?" Qiao Yubai couldn't hide his surprise - he was getting more and more frightened!
"What's the point? Ning Ning's spear is very good." Chang Sui'an gave him a universal answer: "You don't know yet, Ning Ning's strength is to turn other people's strengths into her own.
Strong points!”
Qiao Yubai: "..."
Is this inhumane strength serious?
Why does it feel like since Ning Ning lost her mind, it seems that God alone opened a small stove... 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, can Ning Ning support this meal?
"Mrs. Chang just said that she played chess well... This statement was too modest!" Tan Li couldn't help but sigh at this time - it was in vain that he was sweating for Mrs. Chang just now. It turned out to be unfounded worries.
Chang Suining smiled and said: "Compared with riding, shooting, calligraphy and painting, I can only call it pretty good."
Tan Li: "..."
Very good, this mysterious state of being humble but completely unable to be humble is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Listening to more and more compliments in his ears, Chang Sui Ning didn't feel proud.
This was not a real competition for her, but in fact she still couldn't win.
It should be noted that even if people have the same talents, if they are born in different circumstances, even if they put in the same efforts, there will be differences. Although the prince did what she did, it was a bit of a puppet, but the treatment that the prince should receive was.
She got it all for herself.
If the chess game is like a battlefield, then she has held a sword as good as the sun in her hand since a long time ago, while Song Xian only had a needle in his hand at most.
This is inherently unfair.
But thousands of miles of rivers need to be guarded with flesh and blood by those with swords, those with knives in their hands to work hard to correct the carvings, and those who are good at holding needles to work hard to depict the embroidery.
They are not opposites, neither is perfect, and even though they may not be on the same path, they should still perform their duties.
"Let's go back and have tea!"
Cui Lang greeted everyone in a good mood, and invited Tan Li and the others - Cui Lang liked people who spoke nicely and without being awkward!
Tan Li happily agreed.
"Brother Tan, is it inappropriate for Song Ju to leave...?" someone beside him reminded in a low voice.
"We can't just go and cry together, right?" Tan Li lowered his voice and said, "Song Juren needs to be alone for a while..."
Today he came here just for lunch. He had only eaten half of the meal, and his stomach was not full yet. The banquet like Xunmei Poetry Club was destined to be unable to continue. If he didn't find another place, what were he waiting for?
Besides, this time it’s still Mrs. Chang!
Tan Licai ignored others and joined the Wuer Society on his own.
Out of etiquette, Chang Sui Ning also invited Crown Prince Rong, who had been watching for a long time.
"...It's just that there's 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, but it will not spoil the happiness of all the kings."
Chang Suining smiled: "Then please."
The group of people headed to the Bamboo Garden.
Qiao Yumian held the hand of the female envoy 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 Garden, Qiao Yumian paused as if aware of the situation and turned her head in confusion.
Although he knew she was missing him, Cui Lang still felt like he was being caught. He let out a haphazard sigh and groped around with his hands: "A pot, where is my fan!"
"It must have been left on the seat, right?"
"Go in quickly and look for me!"
Qiao Yumian felt inexplicably relieved.
It was Cui Liulang who was always behind her.
She slightly curved her lips: "Xiaoqiu, let's go in too."
After Chang Suining and others left, the onlookers who came from all over also dispersed while talking.
A waiter in the hall came to the stone table and wanted to remove the chessboard.
"Wait a minute."
The young man's cool and steady voice sounded, and the waiter turned his head to look. Although he didn't know the identity of the person, he subconsciously stepped aside, bowed and left for now.
There are often officials and dignitaries coming and going in the museum, and as a clerk, I have also developed a pair of eyes to recognize people.
Cui Jing came over and her eyes fell on the chessboard.
He watched quietly, and the process of the girl sitting upright and playing chess seemed to reappear in front of his eyes.
The game is established, and the chess skills are like the art of war...
And this method of using troops seems to be very similar to a person's method of using troops... This is not very obvious. It is just because he has repeatedly studied and summarized it for many years and is very familiar with the method of using troops by "His Royal Highness the Former Prince", so he can feel this way.
.
The style of calligraphy and painting can be copied... Where did you learn the art of war?
At this time, a ginkgo leaf, whose edges had just turned yellow, whirled and landed lightly on the chessboard.
Cui Jing raised her hand and moved the ginkgo leaf away. Her slender fingers landed on a white seed that was just covered by the ginkgo leaf and picked it up.
This should be her last child.
"...eldest brother?!"
Suddenly there was a shout from behind, and Cui Jing, who was in trance, subconsciously retracted his hand, and the chess piece was put into his palm.
"How come my eldest brother is here!" Cui Lang came over in surprise: "Did you come here with Uncle Jiutang?"
Cui Jing was noncommittal: "Why did you come out?"
"I'm looking for a fan!" Cui Lang shook the folding fan in his hand: "It must have accidentally fallen here while pushing and shoving with those people just now... By the way, the eldest brother just saw the master playing chess with Song Juren.
No?"
Cui Jing nodded, and the right hand holding the chess piece fell behind him.
Cui Lang still recounted the situation of the chess game just now with great joy.
Cui Jing: "..."
So, the point of asking him if he saw anything is...?
Finally, Cui Lang plucked up the courage to invite his eldest brother: "Eldest brother, would you like to come in and sit with us?"
Cui Jing glanced in the direction of Zhuyuan: "No need."
He went in and sat down, but those students probably didn't dare to sit down.
"Eldest brother, wait a minute!" Cui Langyan bowed in a hurry and trotted back to the Bamboo Garden.
