First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 644 The Power of Chess (plus more)

Gu Jiao said ambitiously: "I have inquired about it. There are not many people who know the Six Kingdoms Chess. The place I want to go includes the people I might encounter along the way. Only the national teacher has seen him. After a while, I entered the country. Come out immediately after the teacher’s palace, and you don’t have to meet the national teacher."

  Mr. Meng expressionlessly said, "You are quite thoughtful."

   "That is!" Gu Jiao cleared her throat and changed her voice to a juvenile voice, "I have a few lines to write to you."

  Mr. Meng's mouth twitched, and she didn't know whether her voice was speechless or speechless, and she even had a plot of her own.

   "What if I disagree?"

   "With you in the next game of chess."

  Mr. Meng: "..."

  I'm really worth only one game of chess?

   "Hold on!" Gu Jiao suddenly thought of something, jumped out of the carriage, and went to the house to change into a boy's clothes that are convenient for traveling.

  The uniform of the Tianqiong Academy is too ostentatious, it is not good for people to block the gate of the inner city.

  The horse king does not need people to drive the car. Gu Jiao pulls the reins and tells it to turn left or right. If you want to avoid it, you can avoid it, if you overtake, you will overtake. It is a semi-automatic driving of the carriage.

  Gu Jiao took out a charcoal pencil and a small notebook in the carriage, and wrote two large pages, listing all the unexpected situations that might be encountered along the way.

   Then, show it to Mr. Meng.

  Mr. Meng looked at the shameful lines and almost couldn't help telling her that there was no need to act, I was.

  Gu Jiao suddenly said, "I was in a hurry to come out, and I forgot about the driver."

  The main reason is that the horse king is too powerful, and he can walk by himself, which makes people feel that the coachman is unnecessary.

  Unlike the horses in the past, they won’t go without two whips.

  Gu Jiao sternly said: "You are a master of Six Nations Chess. You must be equipped with a coachman to meet your identity."

   "I think you can be a driver." Mr. Meng said.

  Gu Jiao sighed, “I’m not bad as a coachman, but am I going to enter the National Teacher’s Hall later? I won’t come out when I enter. Isn’t it suspicious that the carriage is empty outside?”

  Mr. Meng’s mouth twitched again. You understand this logic. Have you never thought that the Six Nations Chess Master can’t just find someone to pretend to be?

  Mu Qingchen didn't know Gu Jiao's intention to pretend, otherwise she would definitely stop her.

  Someone once pretended to be a six-nation chess sage, and when they were discovered, they directly asked and cut it in public. Since then, no one has dared such a crooked idea.

Furthermore, Mu Qingchen's understanding of Mr. Meng is not all right. Mr. Meng is not happy when he plays chess. He always pulls up a screen or curtain. It is just to concentrate on playing chess, not He wants to maintain any strange mystery.

  He often goes out of the city and enters the city, and there are quite a few city gate guards who know him.

  As for saying that only the national teacher had seen him, it was Mu Qingchen's personal guess, and it did not represent the reality.

  Mu Qingchen did not know that he had been to Zhaoguo, had been a beggar, and spent money looking for someone to play chess, which shows how unreliable Mu Qingchen's understanding of Mr. Meng is.

  "How did you find this token?" Gu Jiao asked.

  Mr. Meng glanced at her: "I found it like that."

  Gu Jiao: "Oh, then you are quite good at picking it up."

  After passing the inner city checkpoint, Gu Jiao sat outside and acted as the rider. She asked the old man to pass the token of the Six Nations Chess to the guards who defended the city, then turned her head, and the old Meng inside the car blinked first.

  It's time to say the lines!

  Mr. Meng grabbed his thigh, held back the huge shame in his heart, and said to the guard of the city: "I am the great Six Nations Chess sage Meng Lao."

  The guards of the city were startled.

  What messy things this girl wrote! Do you call yourself that?

  Mr. Meng took a deep breath, and said in Gu Jiao’s particularly bold and black-emphasized ancestral tone: "Isn't it time to let go?"

  The guard of the city guarded with a dumbfounded look. He wanted to let him go. How often did you come to us to stop you? Didn’t you hand us the token yourself?

  Mr. Meng snapped down the curtain!

  Gu Jiao gave Mr. Meng a thumbs up.

  The curtain fell on the spot played well, the finishing touch, highlight the personality!

  Mr. Meng’s teeth clenched, I was angry, ashamed, and embarrassed!

After successfully entering the inner city, Gu Jiao found a car dealer nearby and hired a driver.

  The coachman knew the topography of the inner city very well, and soon drove the carriage to the Palace of the National Masters.

  He didn't know who was in the car, but he also heard that ordinary people could only enter the corner door, so he parked the carriage outside the corner door.

  Mr. Meng said indifferently: "Go forward and walk through the door."

  Gu Jiao had already sat back in the carriage at this moment, and she nodded: "Yes, you should go through the door as Meng Lao."

  She glanced at the old man with admiration, she has a thorough understanding of the role, and she has learned to add drama to herself!

  Mr. Meng has a black face, I don’t want to talk to you.

  Regardless of the corner of the gate, there are guards. Gu Jiao sat on the carriage, holding up a small notebook to make a speech for Mr. Meng Lao.

  Mr. Meng squeezed his fist, is it okay not to say?

  Gu Jiao shook her head decisively.

  Mr. Meng opened the curtain: "Stop."

  The carriage stopped.

Mr. Meng handed the token to the disciple of the Palace of the National Teachers on duty, glanced at the small notebook that Gu Jiao held up to him, and said with great shame: "I am the honorable guest of the Palace of the National Teachers, and the Master of the National Teachers is the most sincere. My friend, the great Six Nations chess sage, Meng Lao."

  Guo Shidian disciple: "..."

  The carriage drove straight in.

   "Okay, you can go, I'll go in and stroll by myself." Gu Jiao said to Mr. Meng.

  She has a bottom line for cheating people, and things that are too dangerous are generally done by herself.

  Mr. Meng suddenly didn’t know what to say. Don’t pit when it’s time to pit, or use it when you don’t need to pit it.

  He stopped her: "What do you want to do when you come to the Palace of National Teachers?"

  Gu Jiao didn’t hide it from him: “Gu Yan needs surgery. I want to see if there is a place suitable for him in the Palace of the National Masters.”

  Guo Shidian has good medical skills. Mr. Meng knows it, but he has not been treated in the Guoshidian. He paused and said, "Wait, I will find someone to take you there."

   After that, Mr. Meng picked up the curtain of the car, and a disciple of the Palace of the National Teachers not far away beckoned: "Come here."

  The disciple walked over quickly.

  Mr. Meng Lao said: "I am Meng Lao."

  That disciple's heart, I know.

  Mr. Meng coughed slightly and said, "Is your national teacher there?"

  The disciple said: "Master of the National Normal University is out for a trip."

  Mr. Meng said again: "Then your big brother is there?"

  The disciple hurriedly said: "Yes, do you want to see our senior brother? I'll call him right now."

  Mr. Meng looked at Gu Jiao and said, “No, my little friend wants to ask him something. You can take him over to find your senior brother.”

  Mr. Meng said calmly, and said to Gu Jiao, "I'm waiting for you outside."

  Gu Jiao just slapped him, this acting is so perfect!

  Mr. Meng waited for Gu Jiao outside the National Teacher’s Hall. Gu Jiao had no worries about the future, and followed this disciple to find the big brother in his mouth.

  Because someone led the way, Gu Jiao could not wander around the National Master Hall, unable to appreciate the full view of the National Master Hall, but the scenery along the way is excellent, Qionglou Yuyu, pavilions and water pavilions, simple and elegant without losing the grandeur.

  The deeper the building, the deeper the color, and Gu Jiao faintly felt a primitive and mysterious atmosphere.

   and a touch of familiarity inexplicably.

  "Are you a dead man?" Gu Jiao asked.

  The disciple looked around, and looked at Gu Jiao in surprise: "This son, can you spot the dead nearby?"

   "Yeah." Gu Jiao nodded.

  She seems to be sensitive to the breath of the dead, perhaps because they have something in common in fighting.

  The dead men in the Palace of the National Masters were very powerful. Less than a quarter of an hour later, she had already felt at least ten breaths that were no weaker than Sirius.

  Gu Jiao suddenly felt a little grateful that the old man came such a hand, if she really searched secretly, she was afraid it would be difficult to get under the eyes of so many masters.

"Arrived."

  The disciple pointed to a library of books and said, “Big brother is inside, please let me report it.”

   "There is work." Gu Jiao said.

  The disciple went to report it, and soon he came out of the library and said to Gu Jiao, "This son, my senior brother, please."

  Gu Jiao nodded, walked up the steps, glanced at the shoes left at the door, and also took off her shoes, only her white clothes stepped on the slender floor.

In the library of books, the rows of bookshelves are very full, and the fragrance of books blows over your face. The attic is quiet. There are more than a dozen disciples from the National Master Palace sorting out the books on the bookshelves, but no one has issued a single word. sound.

  Across the bookshelf, it is a wooden table about one foot high, and the table is like a small open study room.

  A man in a dark blue robe sat behind the low table on the wooden table, facing the direction of the bookshelf, and was immersed in writing.

  Yomo saw the figure of Gu Jiao projected on the ground. He raised his head to reveal a young face with outstanding clarity, and smiled slightly: "Is it Mr. Meng’s little friend?"

  Gu Jiao nodded: "Yes, my last name is Xiao."

  "Please sit down." He pointed to the ball mat that had just been placed opposite him, "Young Master Xiao can call me Ye Qing."

  Gu Jiao sat down opposite the older disciple Ye Qing.

  Ye Qing's robe is different from the robe of a disciple of the National Teacher Hall, and he can see that he is outstanding in the National Teacher Hall.

  He has a refined temperament in his body, which makes him feel close when he laughs, but he does not want to get too close.

   is an appropriate sense of distance.

   Ye Qing put down the pen and paper in his hand, and a disciple brought a water basin to let him clean his hands.

  His hands are actually very clean, but it is a courtesy to wash his hands before serving tea for the guests.

  The disciple retired.

  He personally poured tea for Gu Jiao and poured himself a cup of tea. He smiled and asked, “I don’t know why Young Master Xiao came to the Palace of the National Teachers?”

  Gu Jiao looked at him and said, "My brother is suffering from a heart disease and needs surgery."

   "Heart disease surgery?" Ye Qing pondered for a moment, "Our National Teachers Palace is indeed proficient in medical skills, but ordinary doctors may not be able to perform such a large operation."

   Gu Jiao’s eyes moved slightly, and she felt that she saw Gu Yan’s hope of healing: "So you can perform such a complicated operation in the Palace of the National Teachers?"

  Ye Qing smiled and said: "My master can do it, my master has excellent medical skills, and once performed a heart disease operation on a patient."

  Gu Jiao asked, "Is the operation successful?"

  Ye Qingyu said: "It succeeded, but unfortunately, although the patient's heart disease was cured, but he did not survive the accident. It is truly impermanent."

  Gu Jiao said: "An accident is an accident, and an operation is an operation."

   "The little son is absolutely right." Ye Qing nodded with a smile, "however, how did the little son learn that your brother needs surgery?"

  Most people can’t think of it.

  Gu Jiao said, "I know a little about medicine."

   "So that's the case." Ye Qing said regretfully, "Unfortunately Young Master Xiao came here. My master has gone out. If Young Master Xiao came a few days earlier, he might have run into my master."

  It doesn’t matter, she can operate on her own.

  Gu Jiao bluntly said: "I can operate on my own, can I borrow your operating room?"

  Xu is because of Mr. Meng, Ye Qing treats Gu Jiao very generously, and he said with a gentle tone: “You can borrow ordinary operating rooms. I don’t have the keys to my master’s operating room. I have to wait for his old man to return.

  Even the operating room can understand, the Palace of the National Teacher really has a cross-cultural culture.

   Gu Jiao thought about it, and suddenly said, "Odd becomes even and remains the same?"

   Ye Qing was taken aback.

   "Forget it, it's nothing." This is not a traversal. Gu Jiao waved her hand and changed the subject, "When will the National Teacher come back?"

   "Ah." Ye Qing returned to his senses, and said, "Before the master left, he had told him that he would be the fastest for 20 days and the slowest for a month."

  One month is not too long, and Gu Yan can afford it in his current situation.

  This trip was much smoother than Gu Jiao had imagined. Not only did she enter the National Teacher’s Hall and confirmed the existence of the operating room, she also got permission to use it.

  Gu Jiao thanked Ye Qing, and under the **** of her disciple, she left the Palace of the National Teacher.

  She got on the carriage, picked up the token in her hand, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect the identity of the Six Nations Chess Master to be so useful."

  Mr. Meng straightened his old waist calmly: "Humph!"

  　Meng Lao: "It's not good to flatter me!"

  　　 Jiaojiao: "You should go horse riding."

  　　Meng Lao: "……"

  (End of this chapter)