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"Gongda, it's your turn." Wang Yun slightly bent his fingers, flicked the Ge scarf in his hand, and hit the chess piece in front of his upper body. The black wood chess piece rolled down with a "snap" and landed on Xun You's chess piece.

Xun You watched his chess pieces swaying for a while, but still stood firmly on the chess board. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "You are not good at playing chess."

"Hey, it's just a rest, why should Gongda shirk it?"

Wang Yun waved his hand, and spices were burning in the Boshan stove in the house, and light smoke floated out, lingering in the air.

"Display your ugliness." Xun You's eyes focused on a point on the chessboard, and he suddenly raised his index finger. The scarf popped out like an arrow, knocking Wang Yun's chess piece off the chessboard.

Wang Yun picked up the chess piece and looked at the chess surface in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking. He kept moving his hands, and the chess style changed and became aggressive.

Xun You understood and understood that Wang Yun was condensing the changes in the court into a chess game in the palm of his hand and putting himself in Dong Cheng's position. Therefore, he went on the defensive and no longer took the initiative to attack, but just defended silently.

The two of them calmed down and faced each other's offense and defense. The room was silent for a while, and they could only hear the sound of the chess pieces hitting each other.

"This is..." Wang Yun's hands froze in mid-air.

The chessboard was in a mess, with chess pieces from both sides scattered on the board. It seemed like a draw with both sides losing, but Wang Yun could vaguely sense that something was wrong.

He and Xun You looked at each other. Xun You pursed his lips in a straight line under his beard, tilted his head to look to the southwest, and remained silent.

Zhong Ping handed over the greeting card and waited outside Cai Yong's door with the letter in his arms. After all, he was also Cai Yong's disciple now. The etiquette must be in place, and he could no longer go in directly after passing the message.

The servant recognized Zhongping's identity and did not dare to delay. He bowed and took the invitation and hurried to the mansion.

Zhongpei estimated that he would have to wait for a while. After thinking about it, he opened the book and looked at the areas where he still had doubts about last night. He chanted in a low voice and thought hard.

"The king must benefit from the courtesy of the previous king and do things according to the times, which is the people's hearts. He will make a little effort and be prepared for peace."

The person who claims to be king must follow the etiquette of the previous kings, take appropriate measures when going forward, increase or decrease, and gradually make them according to the psychology of the people, until they are fully completed in peacetime.

Doesn’t this make sense? You can write it down...

"The husband establishes the ruler and his ministers, waits for the superiors and subordinates, keeps the rules and regulations in order, and the six relatives are harmonious. This is not the work of heaven but the setting of man."

Establishing the relationship between monarch and ministers, clarifying the hierarchy of superiors and subordinates, ordering the rules and regulations, and harmonizing the relatives are not done by God, but are formulated by humans.

The words on the scroll were obscured by shadows, and a clear and soft female voice sounded in Zhongpei's ears. He raised his head in confusion.

Hiss...such a cute girl!

Thongpei's eyes lit up. The girl who appeared next to him was about eleven or twelve years old. She had two small pointed hair horns on her head, her eyes were slightly drooped, her eyelashes covered her dark pupils like feathers, and her nose was round.

She is tall and tall, with a small cinnabar mole on the right side of her nose.

For some reason, Thongpei automatically thought of a purple lilac that was swaying in the wind.

"Wan'er, why did you run outside again?"

Zhongpei subconsciously turned around and saw a woman wearing plain clothes, with the lower half of her face covered by a veil, and a faint look of sadness between her eyebrows, standing alone inside the door.

"Sister!" The little girl smiled brightly, ran to the woman's side, pointed at the scroll in Zhongping's hand and said, "This is my father's disciple."

Zhongping guessed that the older woman should be Cai Yan and Cai Zhaoji.

He bowed seriously and said warmly: "Zhongping, Zhongboheng, I have met Mrs. Wei."

Cai Yan returned the greeting, frowned, and said: "My father was imprisoned for crying. It was only thanks to Taishi Ling's help that he was able to relieve his difficulties that day. I am grateful, but it is not convenient for me to come to the door to express my gratitude."

Zhong Ping also knew that the inconvenience Cai Yan was talking about was referring to the fact that her husband Wei Zhongdao died of illness, and she was not favored by the Wei family and had to return to Chang'an, leaving her a widow at home.

He sighed secretly in his heart, it seemed that the foreshadowing of Cai Yan's tragic life had been laid early.

"Madam, you are very polite. The teacher has always been a good person, and all the officials are aware of it. Ping did not do anything about what happened that day. It was all the people in the court who worked together to save me. Ping does not dare to bear this false reputation."

Zhong Ping thought about it carefully and felt that he didn't seem to have done anything at that time. He just followed Tai Fu Ma Rixi and gave a few words of advice through Bai Juyi's poems. This matter should not be regarded as his credit.

, it’s better not to rush up.

Therefore, the words roughly explained the situation at that time and euphemistically expressed that he actually did nothing.

Cai Yan only felt that although Zhong Ping was young, he was well-mannered and humble. He also thought of his past reputation and his reputation as a man of true integrity, so he couldn't help but have a good impression of him.

"If Tai Shiling comes to visit my father, there is no need to wait. Please come with me."

Cai Yan turned sideways, her brows were light and her eyebrows were half frowning as she lowered her eyes, looking like a picture of Xizi Huansha that Zhongping had seen before.

"Trouble Madam."

Zhong Ping followed Cai Yan, but Cai Wan ran away from Cai Yan at some point. He was hiding behind the ancient tree in the courtyard, with only half of his head sticking out, staring at Zhong Ping non-stop.

Zhong Ping didn't understand what the little girl meant. He followed the other person's gaze and moved his gaze to his hand, and then he realized that what Cai Wan had been looking at was the scroll in his hand.

He felt a little funny, so he raised the book and deliberately waved it in the air.

Sure enough, the little girl was like a greedy cat after seeing the dried fish, her sleepy eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes were glued to the book.

Cai Wan hesitantly walked out from behind the ancient tree, and ran to Zhongping's side. He wanted to speak, but he was worried that the sister in front of him would find out, so he just held Zhongping's sleeves, his eyes full of longing.

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Zhongping felt a little embarrassed by her, but he still wanted to discuss "History of the Han Dynasty" with Cai Yong. Now he really couldn't give her the book, so he showed an apologetic smile and whispered: "Next time when I come again, another

How about I give you a copy?"

Before Cai Wan could speak, Cai Yan, who was walking in front, noticed the movement behind him and knew that it was probably his sister who was being willful again, so she stopped, with a bit of sternness in her eyes.

"Wan'er!"

Cai Wan trembled in fright, quickly let go of Zhong Ping's sleeves, and slowly moved to Cai Yan's side: "Sister, Wan'er knows that she was wrong..."

Cai Yan sighed softly, her sister was always good at pretending to be pitiful and cute. Although she was occasionally harsh, she still couldn't do it if she really wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Wan'er is young and ignorant. If there is any offense, I will apologize to Taishi Ling on Wan'er's behalf."

"It's nothing." Zhong Ping thought to himself about the child, what's the point of minding it, and to be honest, he thought Cai Wan was quite likable like this.

Well, next time I come, I can bring some candy to the little girl...

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