black hypothesis

I like Go.

Black and white, nineteen lines vertically and horizontally, 360-[-] interlaced, infinitely varied fixed patterns, but there are regular chess pieces.On the surface, the rules seem extremely simple, but they have endless meanings.

But at that time in the capital, Go was not the most well-known talent.Four of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, chess is the least mentioned.In the circle I know, there are not many people who can take chess as their talent, and even fewer people say so at parties.

But I like it.

The elder sister looked disgusted: "What's so good about you learning chess? It doesn't look like a daughter's house, sitting there thinking for so long, but in the end there is still no result." She would rather use needlework to become a female celebrity than accompany me chess player.I can only smile and can't say anything.

Chess is good because it is quiet.

I used to think that in this world, not many women like to participate in banquets. They spend too much time dressing up, and they feel dizzy during the banquet. They can only answer with a smile when they hear the people around them don't know what to say. At least I don't like it. .But because other people are there, I always go.

On the carriage, I just complained in a low voice: Sister, it’s better to go home, no one is playing chess here.

But my sister couldn’t hear me, she was still thinking about her makeup, complaining that she forgot to look in the mirror again before going out, and asked me to help her see her newly bought gold hairpin, and whether the pendant was wrapped in a bun.I looked at it helplessly, the hairpin was made of gold, with a gorgeous pendant, and the red and purple flowers were enchantingly entangled and blooming on the hairpin, and matched with my sister's painted lips, it was unparalleled in beauty.

I smiled: "Sister, never, you worry too much."

Only then did my sister let out a sigh of relief, and gave me a half-complaining look: "You don't dress up like a little girl, you don't even know how nervous I am."

I have heard of it.My sister is at the right age for marriage, and at this age, when I go out, I want to be seen by others and find a good husband's family.And at my age, compared to the past, I was nothing more than studying with the prince——Mother's original words.I don't mind, I can't even pick out a good outfit.

I don't know how to dress up. Many older sisters know it and say that I am a chess idiot.It's not that simple for a person who doesn't know how to dress up to put on clothes now.Originally, I wanted to wear plain white, but my sister said it was like going to a funeral. Even if I put on a light-colored dress, my cheeks still looked fleshy, which was not good-looking.But if you wear light colors, you have to put on heavy makeup.

When I wanted to wear gray in desperation, I was told that I looked like a teacher in a Taoist temple.I had already given up, and my sister handed me a goose-yellow dress.I had to retort: ​​"Didn't you just say that the skin color is too ugly?"

Elder sister looked over lazily: "But it is already the best."

I... can't say a word.

I got out of the car with my sister and headed for the mansion.The people passing by stopped occasionally, and it was my sister who answered, and they went to the banquet room while talking.I put both hands out of my sleeves and took a little look at it, but only for a look.

Here, there are no pawns.

Even the reality I knew earlier, I feel disappointed.

People wearing all kinds of clothes and make-up came together and formed a group.Then the banquet was held, and various dishes were presented. Most of the small dishes are one-bite portions. I don’t recognize many dishes, but there is one dish that can be eaten at home. The meat is rolled with thin white jade-colored melon slices Silk, cloud fungus, beans and other materials, but the materials here are obviously much more delicate, and every detail is meticulous.

I took a small bite and saw that my sister seemed to be at a loss for this dish, so I could only bite half of it. A little bit of oil stained my mouth, and it looked more lively and red—my sister was A look of regret.I couldn't help but smile.Astringent red is an obscure color, darker than peach red and lighter than rose red.

The banquet didn't seem to be as bad as I thought.

After the last dessert was served, my sister said softly, "I'll be home soon, please be safe."

The impatience can be heard even in the small voice.

Sister... I'm not uneasy, I've tried my best to be safe...but I didn't refute, and continued to look at my sister.Soon it came to an almost necessary part of the banquet-talent.Qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting are the four arts, and among them, the piano and calligraphy are the most numerous, followed by painting, and there is almost no chess.

It was the fashion of the time, in fact, there were quite a few people who learned chess, but among the people I met, there were very few who could play chess.This time, I came with my sister, so I saw many new faces, all of whom were famous, but it was difficult to match the identity with the person.So I don't know how many people are good at chess.

Even if there is, it's not my turn. It's my sister who should go up.

Qinqi calligraphy and painting.Someone used a lyre to play the melody that was handed down hundreds of years ago in the long river of history; The river is desolate.I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, but no one is playing chess.

This is not a coincidence, and I don't know what other methods for chess learners besides breaking the game and playing against each other.I have seen a girl who wrote a poem related to chess, but it doesn't count.I have to comfort myself - it won't be my turn, because I'm just a companion.

Until the middle of the banquet, someone took out a note from the brocade box.

At that time, my sister was already drowsy, but when she heard the address, she immediately opened her eyes wide.And I froze to the side, not thinking about it at all.The one who yelled was me.

It's not my sister, but me, the second lady, not the eldest lady.I looked at the brocade box in disbelief, not knowing why it came out like this.But when she saw her sister, she looked around warily, and said softly, "Go out."

I still don't understand.I whispered: "Sister..."

The laziness on my sister's face was all gone, and she looked serious.She said, "It's the daughter of the Right Prime Minister's family, just remember it."

I'm still ignorant, I don't know much about similar things, but I know one thing - it's not something I can interfere with.I often feel that way.Even though I couldn't tell, the idea came up, and it turned out to be true.

I just have to get up.I am in the crowd, and I can hear some whispers from the people around me, but I can never hear what they are saying clearly like a bug flying by.I took a deep breath before I could force myself to step forward and walk towards the princess.This is a banquet held by the princess, so the people who come are all high-ranking, so it makes me feel strange.

I've always felt that all my emotions are too obvious in a crowd.

I bowed to the princess and spoke bluntly.

"Among the four talents, only chess and go are the only ones I can play for a while." I said.A simple sentence.it is true.I don't know anything else, but I do know one thing: it's wrong to lie to the princess.I said the right thing.

I glanced at the princess, she was wearing green clothes like bamboo, and the jewelry she wore was also simple, with a string of transparent colors hanging on her neck, high above her.I thought, maybe like that girl, write a bad chess-related verse, and barely cope with the situation, that's all.

She said "oh", sounding like she didn't care much.

"So what are you going to do?" she asked.

I was about to tell my plan when I suddenly heard a strange and gentle voice.Someone came up and knelt down beside me. She was wearing a deep purple dress, and the large dark color still didn’t look dumb on her body. Her hair was not neatly combed, but it was beautiful. Hangs down and is never disturbed by movement.

I suddenly remembered that my sister said that only people with clear facial features and fair skin can wear dark purple. This color is not much better than black, but it is more elegant.Because of this, such unpopular colors have never been popular in Beijing.

She said: "My son asks to confront this younger sister. I wonder if the princess will allow it?"

I opened my eyes wide—it never occurred to me that anyone would be willing to help.Immediately, I felt a little guilty: Did everyone see my anxiety?

I seem to have embarrassed my sister again...

The princess responded lightly, with a smile in her tone: "Then you have to ask her what she wants."

I quickly said: "Son..." Because I was too restless, I still hesitated to speak: "Son is willing." Except for this sentence, I couldn't even utter a single modifier.

The princess nodded in satisfaction. For some reason, I felt she was relieved.

Someone laid down the chessboard, and the moment I saw the chessboard, I finally calmed down.Because, this is what I am most familiar with.The girl in purple was sitting opposite, looking down at the chessboard.After we went through the etiquette in front of each other, we only took a son.

I finally don't care about the noise around me.

The room seemed to suddenly become silent, only the chessboard and the person sitting opposite were left.I didn't know her name, but felt immediately threatened.Everyone says that chess is like a person.I don't see anything special about my style of chess, but I can immediately sense what the opponent is thinking.

regardless of costs.

In the first few steps, I can still say that I was testing, and it was only because I was able to relax that I seemed to be stagnant.But she wasn't, she set her sights on a goal and refused to back down at all.I tried to stop her in various ways, but even if she died together, she still had to move on.

Not at all, like a chess player.I keep my eyes open.

Go is a thing that requires patience, but she doesn't seem to be impatient to wait that long.She was in a strange mood, as if she was not in a quiet room at the moment, but in an isolated city at the border, and she was the only soldier.

One man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it.

It was as if before her eyes were not still waters and mountains and rivers, but a blood-stained battlefield with thousands of miles of dead bodies.

I looked up at her and couldn't believe she could play chess like this.I haven't lost yet, at least for now, the situation is not bad - but only because I can still handle it.It was hard for me to calm down and continue to think about how I should move.

Her chess does not appear to be strong because of this.She is not limited to which perspective, as if she can see with her eyes at the same time, the idea of ​​playing other chess pieces in a situation.

Yes, I grinned, Go has no viewing angle restrictions, so it's a lot of fun.

She is very impatient, so the offensive is full.She is not like a chess player, because she is too anxious, she is obviously playing chess, but she hopes to break the game immediately.

impatient.

The word flashed like a shooting star in the sky. She was not the commander, but alone.She can substitute countless different situations and roles of chess pieces, so even if there are so many chess pieces, she can play another chess piece at will, but because she can think of the real situation of each chess piece, she pretends to be a chess piece on the board instead of playing chess Or, she is still only herself.

Her chess gives people such a feeling.I looked up and couldn't help but look at her more, but in exchange for her a gentle and patient smile.

His eyebrows and eyes were raised, and he smiled sweetly.

This is not a gentle and patient person at all! —I almost cried out like this.This man is lying!She was pretending, she couldn't wait to open the chessboard at the next moment, and she didn't open it just because the chess on the board was fun enough.

But no matter how much you complain, you still have to play chess.

Once I realized her impatience, I thought of a rough idea.No, a picture was imagined, and I had to think to join those pictures together like needlework.She is too impatient, so I will take advantage of her impatience and bring her to my bureau.

Because I thought about what to do, I played very fast.Ordinary chess players will have their routines, but few people can imagine a new routine in front of the chess game, because it is too difficult.

I glanced at the white chess pieces and felt that I still had hope.As long as the blood is washed away, you will find that everything is not hopeless.

Until the end, I successfully lured her in, and then it was time to start killing.I cheered up immediately, and moved the pieces very quickly, watching the number of black pieces begin to decrease—even though the number of reductions was not large, the situation was in my hands.

I'm going to win, this thought excites me, until the girl holding the black chess and the person opposite suddenly play faster.It was at this point that I seemed to notice the situation again and panicked.

This doesn't look like the picture I imagined...it shouldn't be like this!

I was shocked, but I searched for the path that should be in my memory, but found that there was no way to change it.Then, it was her turn.

It was the turn of this unknown girl—I was terrified, watching her fall, and finally understood her plan.What happened next was overwhelming, but it was her, not me.I forced myself to calm down, catch up with her footsteps, and try my best to prevent her from killing all directions and reduce my own losses.

She found a gap, and she just planned to lead me into her path, pretending to be defeated, and then she could attack faster.

no.My hands are shaking while holding the chess pieces.

But it didn't work.My blocking and every move felt like a powerless struggle, with occasional ups and downs, but in the end it was nothing.I found that I could only slow or temporarily stop her footsteps, but I couldn't stop her.

Just when I noticed the situation on the chessboard, I was so scared that I almost lost the pieces in my hand.

People say that in chess, if one mistake is made, the whole game will be lost.In fact, this is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you are so slow that you make a mistake for a long time before you realize how wrong you are.But just as I realized it, I had to deal with it.

Big avalanche.

I don't like this setup, it's too difficult.Its situation is just like its name, in the snow-capped mountains under the blue sky and white sun, the spotless white suddenly cracks and rolls down, turning into an unpredictable disaster-it is easy to die, and it is not good for the situation.I tried my best to deal with it too fast, but she seemed like a duck to water in this situation.

Yes, like a duck to water.

After several sets of chain moves, she seemed to have finally found a situation she was good at. She didn't mind sacrificing at all, because among the countless dead pieces, she could still win.It seems that the desire to win has not been so obvious for a moment.I gasped, knowing I couldn't win.

In this world, most people are looking for stability.That's why the avalanche style is particularly dangerous.

Only this girl in the deep purple dress pursued such a situation. Only when she was in a particularly dangerous situation could she barely hold on to a rope to ensure her survival.This is not the right way, but only those who are stubborn on themselves can walk out of their own way like this.

It's not good at all, but since I've practiced it, I can't refute it.Most importantly, I didn't win.

Neither did she.

We were even, and I heard her let out a heavy breath, equally tense.

This chess game is over.

I raised my eyes to look at her, and saw her smiling, her eyebrows and eyes curled up, with a bewitching tenderness.I smiled and nodded, saluting.After hearing the princess's praise, when we returned to the banquet together, I whispered: "You don't want to laugh."

After playing a game, there is nothing to hide.

She also replied: "I don't want to, but it doesn't mean I can't."

I froze, but didn't speak.I feel like I still underestimated her, or in other words, I didn't use a game of chess to completely see her through. ——Yes, how is it possible, I was thinking about it.When I returned to my sister, my sister said quietly: "That's the daughter of the general's family, Ran Lang. I haven't been in the capital much, and most people don't know her well."

Dye Lang...

I was stunned: "Sister, do you know her?"

"I said a word or two." My sister didn't care much, her tone was full of disgust: "She is a normal person, not like you."

...how is she normal!If she didn't want to play chess, she would have flipped the chessboard over!

I thought I would never see her again.She is the daughter of the general's family and has nothing to do with me.But after that, I got an invitation.It was her who wanted to play chess.When she came in an almost bewitching indifferent blue dress, I simply said, "The red dress is more suitable for you."

She smiled and didn't care: "I like lighter colors."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly stretched out her hand.I was stunned, and immediately looked over, only to find that she had withdrawn her hand.

"The steps are wobbly," she said.

I said nonchalantly: "Thank you very much."

But she didn't care too much.Sitting indoors, she raised her head, her indifferent eyes finally became serious for a moment: "I'm here to play chess, not to see what you're wearing." She spoke bluntly, but her lazy appearance made it difficult to refute .

This time, it wasn't as fast as last time, but it could be seen, but it wasn't as serious as at the end of the last game.Not being serious when playing chess is simply the most unforgivable crime in the world, but it's not that she really doesn't think about it, she just doesn't want to play so fast.

"You are cruel."

In the previous situation, she was desperate for victory. If she could throw herself in, she would have sacrificed herself.

She shrugged: "I was like this. And, I have to."

"……have to?"

She smiled slightly, with cunning eyes like a fox, but too gentle, her eyes were like the light of a lake on a sunny day.

I don't speak, just settle down quietly.

"You're always thinking about how to keep people alive," she said.

My hand paused: "It's a chess piece, not a person."

Ran Lang shook his head, smiled without saying a word.

I suddenly understood that there is a certain similarity between chess pieces and people.It can teach people too many things, so even if it is the least ornamental among the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it can be among them.Qin is the easiest thing for people to understand, painting is more difficult to understand, books can be understood by people who can read, but chess can only be understood by people who know the rules.

I said, "From your point of view, I'm probably cowardly."

She lowered her eyes, and for some reason, her expression seemed to be nostalgic for someone. "No, I admire you very much. You are already remarkable if you dare to say it."

What was originally a slow move has now become faster.Because of the position, I took white pieces.When I first started learning chess, I always chose colors very carefully.Because I thought that the colors of these chess pieces were meaningful, and I always felt that there was something different.Later, I finally didn't mind the color.

Because the important thing is never luck, but strength.

The game is getting faster, but not like last time.The avalanche type is very difficult to encounter. The last situation was probably just a coincidence.This time I saw through her tricks. Even though she changed her tactics a few times in the last few times, she was finally defeated by the current unstoppable situation.

As long as the situation is stable enough, it is difficult to win with a strange move.

After playing the chess pieces, Ran Lang took a sip of tea.I said, "This is the new tea of ​​the year."

"Well, there are not many tea leaves left in the rainy season," she replied, the real answer.

I shook my head: "No, I like to drink new tea."

"Do you like new tricks?" Ran Lang blinked: "Yes."

I was a little annoyed by her appearance: "You are not much older than me."

Ran Lang smiled, "I am the same age as your sister. Besides, only children use age to measure differences."

Well, she was right.Although many times, people get angry because others are right.

So I said: "So when a person knows how to measure by experience, she is already old."

"Well, I'm old," Ran Lang said, "Call me sister."

The name Ranlang sounds nice, and it always reminds me of an artistic conception: soak a piece of jade in the light green lake water, and slowly, the hard stone will be dyed in color.

What can color a person?Probably a memory.

I had to yell: "Sister." After yelling, I added: "Let my real sister hear, she is going to make trouble again."

Hearing this, Ran Lang laughed loudly, as if disregarding his manners, but he was open-minded and beautiful.Sunlight fell from the window, rough and warm.

I won the chess game that day, but in terms of life, I lost.

We became friends, more playing chess.I finally understood why others said that Ran Lang was gentle but hard to get close to, and had many friends but hard to get along with.Because everyone thought Ran Lang was a gentle person—just gentle.I don't know if I should be grateful that I peeked into the other side from the chessboard.

Ran Lang would be furious and say "I want to regret the chess" irritably - just because I didn't eat enough chess pieces.

Ran Lang would stare at the chessboard, and finally regretted her actions, saying, "I accidentally ate this chess piece, it's over, I can't go on."

Ran Lang would accidentally fall asleep leaning against the wall behind me when I came back with a snack in my hand, and the chessboard was arranged in the position she wanted.She does this often, because she can always put the game back exactly.I ran down her loosely tied long hair, and then accidentally touched her smooth cheek.

Ran Lang's face was soft, I was thinking.

Most people only understand the first word of Ranlang's name, but not the last word.

She would smile and say, almost squinting her eyes: "This time, let me decide the bet?"

I want to refute, but all I can say is "yes".Then after I lost the chess game in fear, Ran Lang actually just wanted her and me to lie down in the pavilion in the courtyard.

The pavilion was leaking light, because of the refraction, the sun fell on us, and I shivered - because the pavilion was cleaned too clean, I was not afraid of getting dirty.I said, "What's so good about the sun?"

Ran Lang squinted her eyes to look at the sun, and covered the day with one hand for a while: "Warm." She only answered two words vaguely, and others couldn't hear them clearly.Ranlang's mother died early, and she said that she could only simulate that feeling with other things.Then she came over, not caring if her hair was messed up, and uttered a cat-like cry, as if she was acting like a baby.

... My sisters are not like sisters at all.

I complain.

I like the feeling of warmth, so I can't forget Ran Lang.

Until that day, it rained cats and dogs.

Everything came too suddenly, but because of this, it is especially unforgettable.On that day, Ran Lang finally decided on a new routine, said that he would come to play chess, and agreed on a date.However, it started to rain that morning. I waited in the room for half a day, listening to the process outside the roof and threshold to prevent the rain. Even the windows were nailed shut. I couldn’t see the rain at all. voice.

Perhaps I should have realized earlier that Ran Lang would not come.

But she is so stubborn, she will not not come.

I sat in front of the chessboard and waited for a long, long time.Until the hour has passed, but the rain has not stopped.I feel like a leftover, still here waiting, knowing it won't work out.I looked at the blank chessboard, making moves again and again, recreating every game I played with her, because I remembered.

The candle flickered, and the lamp oil was pale.

Finally I couldn't sit still anymore, and I didn't even have the patience to put the chessboard away, so I told people that I was going to the general's mansion.The maids looked embarrassed: "But miss, this rain..."

I sneered: "If there is no carriage, do you believe that I will run over by myself?"

I know I'm just trying to be brave, because I have a headache even when I stand up, and I'm just a hair away from tears, and it's raining so hard that I can't get through it alone.I just stood at the door like that, stalemate with them for a long time, and when I was about to go back to the house to find clothes and prepare to run as far as I could, the carriage finally arrived.

The steward said: "The master ordered, let the young lady take a look."

……Father?

I do not understand.I don't understand at all.But vaguely, he seemed to remember something.I boarded the carriage and went to the general's mansion.It was raining heavily in the street, and I was anxious and restless, even if I couldn't explain myself why it was like this.

my gut?

Yeah, my instincts are always right, and I can turn things around at the last minute.

But this time, I didn't.

When I arrived at the General’s Mansion, I got out of the sedan chair, and the servant at the door looked panic-stricken, until I stepped on the water and walked into the house, my hair was already wet.I didn't see anyone, but I immediately grabbed Ran Lang's maid: "Where is your lady? I want to see her!"

When the words came out, I realized that my voice was trembling like a leaf blown by the wind.

The maid didn't speak. In the dim light, I saw her eyeballs kept rolling, and a little bit of tears condensed in them.So I didn't ask her, I went directly to Ran Lang's room.Then I saw Ranlang being placed on the ground, and the ground was covered with straw mats.

At that moment, I seemed to understand something.

I walked over step by step, not daring to go fast or in a hurry.Because Ran Lang told me that when she was lying on the ground, she could hear footsteps far away.

A thought tried to rush in, and I held it back, not letting it in.The wind blew outside and the rain poured down.Everything is telling me that I shouldn't be here today.But if I don't come, I won't see her.

She lay there pale, and in the dim light of a lamp in the room, I thought she had just closed her eyes and fallen asleep.

When I got there, I knelt down sadly, thinking of Ranlang leaning against the wall, falling asleep because he was too tired.I know she must still be there, she is still the same as before, she hasn't changed at all.She was just lying to me and everyone was acting.

I lay down with all my clothes on, and then hugged her arms tightly, thinking it was a good thing she wasn't on the bed. ——Sleeping at the same table, Ran Lang has never been so close to me.I don't want to think about more, but the memories come one by one.

People who have never been hurt will never understand how painful it is.

After a while, I let out a whimper, like the sound I would make when I was hurt, but I knew she would no longer come to comfort me.I can't cry, because I know that she hasn't kept the appointment yet, she promised to come, and Ran Lang never misses the appointment.

No appointments are bad.

I heard others say: "Missy is going to go by herself... She took it on her father's behalf, isn't that what Your Majesty said?"

At this moment, I thought of every word that others said.It's just that I never hear it.

They say that the power of the right minister is in the hands of the opposition.

They said that the general held his own, and had already stood on the tip of his sword.

...Also, on the day I met Ranlang, my sister reminded me that it was the right minister's daughter who did it.

I didn't even have the strength to cover my ears and ended up sobbing.

Ran Lang was going to die, she went to intercede for her father, even if she knew that the monarch was ruthless, she would definitely die if she went.So she made me wait, and she hoped I'd wait long enough so I wouldn't see her die.

She probably thought that as long as that was the case, I wouldn't be sad.

She clearly understands that she is such a good chess player, and those grown-ups use the country as a chessboard and use their power to make moves.I finally understood, the last lesson of Go.

After that day, there was no more General's Mansion, Ran Lang's father was imprisoned, he was executed in the autumn harvest, and the three clans were punished, that's all. People said that the emperor was kind, because those who support their own self-respect and those who intend to rebel can never be tolerated.With this incident, the Right Prime Minister truly became the person most trusted by the emperor in the court, because it was he who made the decree and made the monarch make up his mind.

I just listened like that, and finally understood why Ran Lang didn't say anything about getting married, even though he was old enough to get married.Because she wanted to wait for the wind to pass, but she didn't wait for that day.

I played chess games on the chessboard again and again, and I really understood why there are not many people who are good at chess among Miss Qianjin.

When I stood in front of the right minister, there was no one in the room, just me and that man, and he was drugged and couldn't resist at all.I don't have a knife in my hand, just holding a cup of tea, the fragrance of tea is overflowing.I walked over step by step and stood behind him.

"……It's you."

I didn't answer.

This man's voice is very strange, I know he has never seen me, let alone who I am.Her daughter may have met me, but she would never mention it.Or, the encounter between me and Ran Lang is what he meant?

I didn't laugh, I couldn't laugh.

"Your father, like that general, offended many people."

I admit what he said, but what's the matter?It is my honor to die with Ranlang.

As if he knew that I was not emotional, he still said to the air: "How did you get in?"

Ah.

Ask me how I came in, and no one in the Youxiang Mansion came in to rescue me?

Go has always referred to people, and the biggest game of chess in the world is these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

I went around to him and handed the teacup to him without saying a word.This very old man looked at me as if he was looking at someone ridiculous.He lowered his head and smiled, and I could see the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes: "Poor little girl, you don't even know that you are being calculated."

I have no idea?

Of course I know.

In this capital, the only girl I can find who is really good at chess is Ran Lang.I don't know that Ran Lang's death was also calculated by others.And I'm here now - the general is dead, if I kill the prime minister, my father will benefit.

I heard it, when I was prevented from going out, the person who led the carriage said that it was approved by my father, the person who stood in the same position as the right minister.

And when I die, what will happen to my father... I don't want to care about him anymore.

I just want to avenge Ranlang. The struggle these days seems to be in hell, where I can't survive or die.I was unmoved until Prime Minister Right drank that cup of tea, and then I drank another cup.

I closed my eyes, and remembered the day I met Ran Lang, she won the avalanche, the glimmer of life she earned on the edge of the cliff.Yes, the situation was out of my control, but I finally did what I wanted to do.It was getting dark in front of her eyes, like the color she was wearing that day.

Ran Lang, can you hear me, the last lesson you taught me, I finally learned it.

The author has something to say:

I don't know how to go, not at all.Mainly because of a sudden inspiration, I wanted to write Go Girl.Because of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is too little chess. The Zhai Dou Gong Dou I watched is basically Qin, and there are also calligraphy (that kind of talent show plot).Then chess - I haven't seen it!

Maybe I don't read much, and I really haven't seen a heroine who is good at chess.It may be that it is thankless to write.But I want to write.At that time, I felt that it was time to test my writing skills. How could I write it when I only knew the basic rules!

So there are probably a lot of bugs.

Explain the plot line of Shenyin.The heroine is the daughter of the left prime minister, everyone can see that this is a fiction.What is not written in the story is:

The left side and the right side are fighting, and the state of power has always been "you grab this piece of pie, and I will grab that piece".

Then one day, the right minister planned to commit suicide, wanted to rebel, and became emperor himself.

Just before the banquet at the beginning, Ran Lang happened to return to Beijing.Before that, she was not in the capital.At this time, the Right Prime Minister already knew about it, and her father's first goal was to kill the general, that is, Ran Lang's father.

The main reason is that the general is too loyal, so he can only provoke them first.Then the Right Prime Minister found out about this, and suddenly thought of a way to embarrass others.She thought about things quickly, and knew that the heroine could go, so she selected her, and then planned to use her to make things difficult for Ran Lang.

But unexpectedly, by chance, the two drew evenly x

After the tie, during the sweet time of this article, the power struggle gradually heated up.

Then the right minister finally made a move and sued the general to support his troops.Ran Lang entered the palace to save her father.

Ran Lang made some calculations to see how it could be redeemed—but after all, she was a womanizer, and in the end, Ran Lang had no choice but to die by herself, putting all her eggs in one basket to see if she could salvage something.Looks silly, but she's caught in the loop,