The literati in black is very quiet.

Zhao Changyi had been with him for three years, but he had never seen any expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on his face. He always looked like a quiet look that was not moved without moving.

It is not that I have investigated it, but even if I use the North and South Duty Office, I cannot find out the origin of this gentleman.

He seemed to appear in Lin'an out of thin air, and no trace of him was found in the entire Daliang world.

Zhao Changyi still remembers the first time he met his husband.

It's also such a late spring night.

At the beginning of the eighth year of Yong'an, Her Majesty, the Empress, dispelled the conspiracy of the people and even demoted a minister of the Ministry of Rites to Shuzhong to become a prefect of the accusation. She was granted the title of Prince of the County, and had to compromise with the Zhao clan and grant the title Xian'an.

Xian'an is just that the Zhao clan clan told the empress and himself in this way that he would be a leisurely prince. Don’t expect too much in the country, and it doesn’t matter to yourself, the prince is also the king.

Half a month after he was named the Prince, one night in late spring, he also watched the moon in this yard.

The slave came to report to someone to ask for a meeting.

I had thought that some ministers who had no eyesight wanted to leave their favor, but the blind scholar in black came in. With the help of two slaves with swords, I sat in front of me carelessly and spoke in a shocking way.

He only said one thing, and he resolutely regarded it as a national hero.

He said, "Why are the princes and princes?" When will the strong winds rise? When will the fish turn into dragons?"

In fact, the gentleman has never disappointed himself. In the past three years, under his plan, his secret power has grown day by day. When he went to Fanmian Village under His Majesty's secret order, it was his suggestion to select Zhu Qi from the Northern Town Fushi.

It was not clear that he killed Zhu Qi.

But I understood what he meant and killed Zhu Qi and gave Wang Kun a favor. As for whether this favor was useful, it was not something I could control. After all, that Wang Gong could not judge it with common sense.

The black-clad literati suddenly whispered: "Ning Que and Xie Yun want to defeat Zhao Xin with this matter, but it is unlikely that they will be able to do so. Even Shen Lian will not be punished by Your Majesty. However, something may happen in the north."

Zhao Changyi was stunned, "In the north? If the prince of Yue's family is in charge of Kaifeng, what can happen?"

The literati in black suddenly looked around and said something else, "Li Ruyu is playing ghost chess. At present, I don't know whether your highness is good or bad. Putting him in Jiang Qiufang is not a long-term solution. It's time to send him to the north in some time."

Zhao Changyi refused to comment, obviously disagreed with the proposal, frowned and thought deeply, and after a long time, he asked tentatively: "Will there be any movement in the king of barbarians in the north?"

The literati in black bypassed the topic, "A game?"

Zhao Changyi asked stubbornly: "The matter of Shen Liantu Village cannot be avoided. Even if you know that there is a remnant of Dayan in Fanmian Village, Ning Que and Xie Yun are not an idle person. Some people say that they blame the Beizhen Fushi. What will Wang Kun react?"

He immediately asked and answered: "Wang Kun would never give up Zhao Xin, but Zhao Xin could not fight against Ning Que and Xie Yun, and Wang Kun did not dare to help Zhao Xin openly. Therefore, some troubles in the north will be made at the right time to divert the court's attention and test the prince of Yue's family in Kaifeng, Yongzhen?"

When Zhao Changyi thought about this, he was frightened.

"Wang Kun has colluded with the northern barbarians?"

The literati in black remained silent.

Zhao Changyi continued to ask, "Since Wang Kun is ambition, why do we still have to help each other secretly?"

The black-clothed literati looked at the sky without anger, as if he wanted to see the bright moon hanging in the sky. After a long time, he said softly: "Don't your highness have a clear mind in his heart, and he has to say it out?"

Zhao Changyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "What the sir said is."

If you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy.

Wang Kun and the prince Zhao Li were wearing water. Wang Kun fell and the prince Zhao Li could only pull the horse out of the Eastern Palace. I thought that if I could kill the prince, Zhao Li, could not get such a situation.

In fact, Zhao Changyi knew very well in his heart that His Majesty was in his prime and the prince was young.

If you are interested in the country, you must achieve great things before the prince grows up. Otherwise, once the prince grows up, the court officials will rely on him. Even if Your Majesty has the intention, he will not be able to make the world come true.

The only good news is that Wang Kun, the iron-blooded husband, was extremely powerful and pressed the prince tightly in the Eastern Palace, and instead became a vassal.

Everyone is happy to see this situation.

Otherwise, if Wang Kun treats Prince Zhao Yan like this, would Her Majesty the Empress not hit him?

Will the Zhao clan keep aside?

If King Gan Zhao Li had no ambitions, the Zhao clan leader led by him would have impeached Wang Kun so much that he would not know him.

Waving, someone sent the chessboard.

Zhao Changyi held white, and the literati in black held black, and Baizi went first. Zhao Changyi hung around the corner without thinking, and then looked at the gentleman with a narrow face.

Hearing the sword behind him, the literati in black even made a move and even made a move on the other side.

A trick.

However, playing chess is a common goal, and ultimately, a black and white fight cannot be avoided.

Zhao Changyi's face gradually became solemn, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Although it was not the first time he played chess with his husband, he was still shocked by his chess power. For him, this was purely a blind chess.

Even so, I will not have any advantage.

In the end, the dark piece fell, and the situation on the chessboard was immediately clear, and no one could do anything to anyone.

And chess.

The literati in black stood up and said casually that His Highness had good chess skills. He was probably taught by famous teachers back then, so he could have been called a national player. He immediately put it on the wrist of the slave who carried the sword and turned around silently to leave the yard. The cold moonlight shone on his body, as distant as a painting.

Zhao Changyi stared at the chess game for a long time without saying a word.

There is no big dragon in the chessboard.

But there are three little dragons who divide one side and create a natural climate, which is like three points to the chessboard.

This is not the result of natural chess and fights.

It was the chess movement deliberately created by the gentleman - this chess power was terrifying, even those great players in the palace were unable to do such a move.

We must not only create a three-point situation, but also make chess. We are afraid that the two chess saints who left ten games by the lake would have this strength.

It took a long time before Zhao Changyi let out a breath of turbid air.

Looking at the direction where the husband left, he couldn't help but murmur, "In the era of Yong'an and prosperous Daliang, the power of the country is obvious, who can divide the world into three parts?"

If you can really do this, you can afford those four words.

Unparalleled national talents.

However, this mysterious gentleman made it difficult for Zhao Changyi to be completely at ease. Everything in the world has cause and effect. Why did he become an aide to the Prince of Xian'an? It is said that if he wanted to follow the dragon, choosing the weak prince of the Eastern Palace was the shortcut. Even with Wang Kun, the iron-blooded husband, he could not stop him from rising to the sky.

What are the benefits of the three points in the world?

Zhao Changyi got up long and had to make a memorial. This time, Fanmian Village was slaughtered. Although Zhao Xin, the commander of the Beizhen Fushi, would be fine, the deputy Qianhu Chen Lian was likely to become a scapegoat.

I still need him to live.
Chapter completed!