Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Meng Huan turned to look at Lin Bozhou: "Shall we go?"

Lin Bozhou tilted his head slightly: "Huanhuan can go if he wants to."

Meng Huan: "Yes!"

He led Lin Bozhou to the deck of the painting boat, and the surface of Jinhe Lake was indeed more clear. The lights flickered on the clear water, and the scenery of the Qinhuai River in the shadow of the oars sounded like the sound of oars. The fragrance of fat and powder makes people feel refreshed.

The view under the awning at the bow is good, Meng Huan just wanted to go there, but was stopped by Xiaoer: "I'm sorry, sir, this seat is reserved."

A burst of disappointment filled Meng Huan's heart, but he still nodded and walked in: "Then I'll sit at the table on the side of the boat."

Before his butt touched him, Xiaoer came over in a panic again: "Hey, son, you can't sit on this one either, it's still reserved."

"..." Although Meng Huan was disappointed, but after all, he still nodded, "Then where can I sit?"

"This table, this table, this table, these are all fine," Xiao Er turned around with apologetic expression on his face, "I'm really sorry, my lord, our painting boat has the best view in Jinhe, so young master Everyone chooses to sit here, and most of them make reservations in advance, so I blame the little one for not explaining it to the young master."

Meng Huan scratched his head and looked at the remaining tables.

The location is much darker and remote, not as good as his choice.

Psychologically, Meng Huan still wanted to sit at the empty table he picked just now.

Meng Huan stood where he was, tangled up.

To sit, or not to sit?

If you sit, it's a bit off.

If you don't want to sit, change to another one, the seat is not as good as this boat, and it may be full.

Choice phobia started to attack, and when Meng Huan struggled to weigh, Lin Bozhou beside him smiled softly.

He couldn't see, but as long as Meng Huan became demented, he could guess what Meng Huan was thinking.

Meng Huan blushed a little and pinched his fingertips lightly.

Fierce.

The two of them refused to sit down for a long time, and Xiaoer knew it was because he was dissatisfied with the seat, so he said in a low voice, as if leaking a secret: "To tell you the truth, the young master who booked the seat is a big man, and the younger ones have no choice, otherwise I will give it to you." Young Master, change seats. Young Master, just sit here, the night view is not bad."

He said that the young master had a great background, obviously, he wanted to beat Meng Huan.

However, Meng Huan glanced at him, and then at Lin Bozhou beside him.

... What is so big that he hasn't seen it?

It doesn't mean to question the other party's background, but to say this sentence in front of Lin Bozhou seems a bit... like holding a big ax in front of Lu Ban's door.

If in the cool article, Meng Huan said directly, "Do you know who the person next to me is?!", he would be able to change seats successfully, but Meng Huan did not have an arrogant and domineering temperament. After thinking about it for about half a minute, he held Lin Bozhou: "Let's change the boat, shall we?"

Lin Bozhou: "Yes."

Xiao Er: "Huh?"

Meng Huan walked back, the middle of the boat was narrow, and a group of people came up, the young man in the middle was wearing silk, holding a jade bone fan, wearing a cicada crown, holding a book in both hands, and there were healthy servants in the aisle. The escort signaled unrelated passers-by to stay away.

Obviously, this is a ostentation only for rich young masters.

Usually when encountering such a young master, ordinary people have no choice but to take a detour.

——However, unfortunately, Lin Bozhou walked into the aisle now.Even if Lin Bozhou pretends to be an ordinary person, it is impossible for others to make way, blood does not allow it.

In front, the young master's healthy servant said: "Excuse me."

Before Meng Huan could speak, the plainclothes guard behind Lin Bozhou said, "I'm sorry, my son is going on this road first, please let me go."

The other party burst into a roar of laughter.That kind of laughter is a burst of ridicule that thinks the other party is very ignorant of current affairs, which is about how old are you, dare to talk about the order in front of our young master?

From the looks of it, the young man in front of him has a great background.

Meng Huan thought for a while and said, "Give it up, the road is only so long, we will cross it soon."

At this time, someone suddenly said "ah": "It's a blind man."

"……………………"

The young man in front of him was busy reading a book, and then he raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on Meng Huan first, and then on Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou wore a plain white robe, his eyes were covered by white gauze, he stood upright, his eyebrows, eyes and nose were covered with shadows, he did not have the sense of coercion he usually had when he was a regency, but he looked like a man with eye disease, educated and pure temperament student.

But the servant behind him was tall and strong, his eyes were like lightning, and his hands were clasped secretly by his side, which was clearly in the posture of holding a knife.

For some reason, the young master's hand trembled violently.

He looked at the source of the voice: "Ruthless!"

After the reprimand, he turned slightly sideways: "It's okay, then the two of you will go first."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly said, "The two of you are also here for the Lantern Festival?"

Meng Huan paused: "Ah, yes."

"Why are those two leaving now?" He smiled kindly.

Xiaoer interjected: "The two young masters think that the remaining tables do not have a good view, so they want to change to another one."

"..."

The young master suddenly realized, and his tone was still friendly: "Oh, did I set these tables? That's fine, you can sit at any table you like. Since it's a lantern festival, I want to have a good time. It's good for everyone to make friends. "

Hearing the words "make friends", Meng Huan directly suffered from PTSD.

Rethinking that this is a scheming essay, Meng Huan simply gave up his mind and turned to Lin Bozhou: "Sit down or not?"

He leaned close to Lin Bozhou's ear, his voice was very low, and the breath penetrated into his ear, itching.

It's really like a child who wants him to decide everything.

Lin Bozhou bent his lips and said, "Sit down."

Like a megaphone, Meng Huan said loudly, "Okay, thank you."

Meng Huan led Lin Bozhou to the empty space under the awning at the bow.The young man was taken aback for a moment: "Young Master, have you taken a fancy to this seat?"

Meng Huan: "What's wrong?"

The young man was a little helpless: "The bow of the boat is the most open, and you can have a panoramic view when the fireworks explode. I also want to sit here."

Meng Huan struggled: "Then..."

The young man's voice suddenly cheered up a lot, and his smile was a bit sly, "Can the two of you play chess? Why don't you come and make a bet, and the winner will sit on the bow of the boat."

A large number of literati and romantics don't care about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, they make friends with literature, and make friends with chess. Emperor Xuanhe is a young man who is addicted to Go.Right now, it is not suitable for talking and painting in Huafang, and this young man probably doesn't like to write poems either, so it is not difficult to understand why he proposed to play chess.

Meng Huan shook his head: "I won't."

The young man turned to Lin Bozhou, with starlight in his eyes: "Does this young master know how to go?"

"..."

Meng Huan looked at him in surprise.

Youth: "What's wrong?"

Meng Huan: "Can't you see that his eyes can't see for a while? Are you still asking him to play chess?"

I feel offended for Lin Bozhou.

He frowned and muttered. At this moment, Lin Bozhou chuckled, pressed his hand, and said calmly, "Win the bow?"

The young man's voice was hearty: "If you win the bow, there is no lie!"

Lin Bozhou's voice was very calm and calm, without any ups and downs, "Let's play a game of chess."

Around, it caused an uproar.

A passer-by reminded: "Young master, think it over, your eyes can't see, so you can only play blindfold chess."

"Go, or blind chess, this is a game that only gods can finish! You can't look at the board, there are nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, and there are countless changes in it, which requires extremely strong memory and calculation power."

"Hey, my son, if you don't want to give up the bow seat, just say it, how can you bully a blind man?"

"..."

The onlookers were astonished. Even though Meng Huan didn't know how to play Go, he knew the complexity of Go. He felt dizzy just looking at the board.

What's more, if you are still playing blindfold chess, can you only use your memory to remember this complicated chessboard and make every move?

"..."

——On how big the gold finger the author of the original book gave Lin Bozhou was.

"Huanhuan wait for a while, after playing chess, let's sit outside and watch the fireworks." Lin Bozhou's voice was gentle.

A slightly hot night wind blew across the bow of the ship.

Meng Huan paused and nodded.

Lin Bozhou is winning a seat for him.

He sat beside Lin Bozhou and watched quietly.

The young master on the opposite side also put on a black scarf, and said with a smile: "Since you play blindfolded chess, you will naturally accompany me when you play."

"!!!!!!"

The surroundings were already restless, but now the atmosphere can be called hot.

He also plays blindfold? ? ? ? ? ?

The tone is still so relaxed and arrogant, it seems that there will be a fight between gods tonight.

Aware of the lively atmosphere around him, Meng Huan vaguely realized something.

Sure enough, there are not many ordinary people qwq in the strategy article.

He squatted helplessly by the table, there was no chess scale on the table, but the two sat face to face, and told the position where the chess pieces landed, as if a chessboard appeared in the void, only they could see it, and repeated this over and over again. game.

Waiting was boring, Meng Huan listened to the discussion in his ear, he was the servant of the young master.

"Young master, this blind young master is very unlucky to meet my young master. If nothing else, he will definitely lose in chess."

Meng Huan turned his head: "Really?"

"Our son's chess strength is hard to find in the capital. Grandmaster Kongjie of the Crying Temple in the east of the city is known as a national player. No one can match Go, but our son just happened to beat his son-in-law a few days ago, hehehe."

Meng Huan felt a little nervous: "Really?"

"Of course, Grandmaster Kongjie's Go is the benchmark in our group. He has devoted himself to studying Go for decades, and spent three months thinking about it for one game. Anyone who is obsessed with the way of chess will always dream of defeating him." Smiling and twirling his beard, "But in the past ten years, there are only two people who have beaten him."

Meng Huan couldn't understand the chess game, Lin Bozhou's face was half hidden in the shadow, and his cool lips were pursed lightly.

And the genius chess player on the opposite side frowned, seeming to be thinking.

Meng Huan turned to this person: "Which two were the ones who beat him?"

Qing Ke smiled: "Hey, one is of course our young master, as for the other—"

Meng Huan looked at him with wide eyes: "The other one?"

That Qingke's voice was extremely low: "But six years ago, he was just transferred from Guzhou to the capital, and the current regent who is only a weak crown!"

"!"

Meng Huan's eyes widened: "Really!!!????"

Qing Ke said: "Isn't that right! This blind young man can't say that he did something bad, he can only say that it was bad luck—"

His voice just fell.

Behind Meng Huan, there was the sound of clothes brushing against the back of the chair, and then, blown by the wind, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted over.

Lin Bozhou's voice came, gentle and calm.

"Huanhuan, you can take the bow now."