CH 51.2

Meng Huan hissed. He was not good at refusing people, and next to him, You Jin said, “Young Master, our master has not been feeling well recently and is not going out much, so I’m afraid there is no chance for you to play a game with him again.”

“Then……” The young man seemed undeterred, “Can I visit him at home?”

Meng Huan bit his lower lip for a moment.

He felt that he and Lin Bozhou went on a trip that day, just like Bai Suzhen and Xiao-Qing* took on human form for a trip and attracted a smitten scholar, but the problem was that Lin Bozhou and his true identity couldn’t quite be exposed.

*Characters from TV show <<Madame White Snake>>.

Meng Huan shook his head. “It won’t do.”

If people knew that Prince Regent Lin Bozhou played chess with people in the decorated boat, it would spread throughout the capital and even be written into a story. The person before him was equivalent to unintentionally encountering the treasure, and there was no chance of meeting it again.

The young man’s face showed disappointment, but he still didn’t give up and looked dejectedly at the sky. “Is it the fate of the heavens that I cannot change from a defeated player to a winner?”

“……”

Meng Huan was about to leave and encouraged him before leaving, “Fighting.”

But the young man’s eyes were clear, and he spoke quickly. “Then can I please ask for Young Master’s name and befriend you? When that blind gentleman’s health recovers, we can have another showdown.”

Meng Huan shook his head again. “I really can’t, Brother.”

Lin Bozhou was so busy every day, and he didn’t have much time to see his wife, so how could he play chess with you? Stop daydreaming.

“What a big show.”

The words suddenly came from under the corridor.

Meng Huan turned his face and confirmed that the other party was talking about himself.

A tall, slender young man stood in the shadow under the eaves, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old, with braided hair and shoulder-bound armor, dressed not exactly like a playboy but rather like a martial artist, with dark eyebrows pressed extremely low, looking gloomy.

To be honest, his words made Meng Huan slightly uncomfortable.

In ancient times, the rich young master wanted to befriend you because he thought highly of you.

Meng Huan only took an old servant and two strong servants dressed as a guard, looking rather shabby; his family background was probably incomparable to others, so this person ambiguously said this sentence.

Meng Huan hadn’t taken advantage of his position to bully people, but this person had already bullied him, glaring at him.

The man stepped out of the shadows and repeated, “What a big show.”

The young man frowned. “An Chui, don’t speak.”

An Chui frowned and lazily replied, “Young Master, if you really want to play chess with that blind gentleman, it’s simple. Just tie up this little young master and let him play chess with you before you let him go. Won’t that be easy?”

“…………”

What kind of unethical idea was this?

However, Meng Huan’s attention was focused on the words ‘An Chui’. “What is your name?”

The young man clasped his fist. “My surname is Cui, and my name is Lang. He is my friend, and his name is An Chui.”

“…………”

Hearing these two names, Meng Huan’s mind suddenly exploded, and his back tingled.

An Chui?

He remembered very little of the original book, but the name An Chui was quite impressive because he was the most popular in the review section; asking to replace Lin Bozhou and turn him into the main gong number two.

The comment section at the time:

[No way! This prince regent has harmed Baby Huan’s father but could still stay together with him and even HE? Is there shit in the author’s brain?]

[Family members, why do I think Baby Huan and An Chui are also a good couple?]

[Please! The high and mighty queen and his big dog are the best! Write ‘Lin Bozhou isn’t good’ on the public screen!]

At that time, the comment section for the official pairing was too abusive, and many people could not stand it, tearing it down openly. It was so noisy that the author came down to tear it down personally.

Things were boiling over, so Meng Huan remembered so clearly. This An Chui was a zhizi* of the Jurchen tribe and was sent to the capital. At that time, he met the original shou through Cui Han of the Li Yuan Troupe, and the two engaged in some sparring and became good partners. Later, under this person’s urging and help, the original shou fled with him to Jianzhouwei in Liaodong and began to recruit troops and horses to achieve hegemony.

*Zhizi: a prince sent to be held as a hostage in a neighboring state in ancient China.

An Chui was originally an ally of the original shou and was later taken as a court official by the original shou’s brilliant scheming. He was like a loyal dog and obeyed his words. Moreover, he fought valiantly, killing and staining no less blood than Lin Bozhou.

–So you could see…… Lin Bozhou’s popularity was really bad qwq. Meng Huan, at this point, also didn’t forget to mourn for his husband for three minutes.

He turned his gaze and looked at Cui Lang.

He vaguely remembered this person. He seemed to be one of the people who wanted to kill Lin Bozhou, but no one wanted to kill Lin Bozhou then, so Meng Huan was not too impressed, and he did not know what kind of trouble he had with Lin Bozhou.

However, he remembered that this morning Lin Bozhou said in the study about a gentleman who had won at Go against Master Kong Jie and had been summoned to the palace by the emperor. Unsurprisingly, it was Cui Lang in front of him.

The other party smiled brightly and asked, “May I ask this young master’s name?”

Meng Huan slowly said, “My name is not important.”

He remembered he didn’t want to befriend Cui Han, so he staggered the plot line of the Li Yuan Troupe and befriended An Chui. Unexpectedly, this world’s self-awareness correction allowed him to run into the person who helped him escape here again.

Meng Huan: “Anyway, it’s impossible for that gentleman to play chess with you again.”

Cui Lang’s smile gradually tightened.

“Interesting,” Behind him, the tip of An Chui’s eyebrows pressed down. The tip of his brows was somewhat unruly, like a starving hound. “Can you truly not play chess with our young master?”

When he said this, Meng Huan vaguely perceived something. The guards dressed as male servants behind him also raised their eyes, their large hands on their sides, alertly looking at An Chui.

Meng Huan stood with drooping eyelids, not moving.

He did not know how to persuade the people of this world not to touch him.

And now, whenever he saw someone provoke himself, Meng Huan was not angry but sighed.

Really speechless.

Someone else is about to be violently beaten by Lin Bozhou.