Computer games are computer-based, although they don’t involve thinking, which is similar to artificial intelligence.
No matter how capable Yang Song is, he is still a long way from defeating the computer.
At the beginning of the game, the atmosphere was quite harmonious, everyone was eating and drinking, and the music of the piano was melodious.
As the game entered the daytime, sweat gradually appeared on Yang Song's forehead.
Everyone was surprised. Yang Song's chess skills were among the best among the young men in the capital, so why did it seem a bit difficult for him to play against Cui Boyiao today
Cui Boyao is a loser. No matter how smart he is, he can't learn to play chess in a short time.
On the other hand, he and his maids occasionally whispered and talked and laughed. One maid commented on his chess skills with him, and another maid served him fruits. He looked so relaxed and comfortable.
"Where will he go?" Cui Boyiao asked quietly.
Liu Qiaoer pointed to the position: "It should be seven horizontally and thirteen vertically. Otherwise, he will lose. You can eat the black piece on the side."
Cui Boxiao nodded: "I understand a little bit now. No matter where he plays, as long as he doesn't play that place, I have to eat his black pieces first."
Liu Qiaoer nodded: "You are almost winning."
The two of them were playing chess during the day and no one knew when the piano music stopped or when everyone gathered together.
Yang Song went down to another place, and sighs were heard from the crowd.
A true gentleman watches a game of chess without making any sound. When two sides are playing chess, the spectators are not allowed to make any sound.
There is no regret after making a move. Once it is made, the winner is decided and then everyone starts discussing it.
But the chess game in front of them was simple and confusing, and no one could figure out the reason for a while. As a result, Cui Boxiao narrowly defeated Yang Song with one and a half pieces.
This made Yang Song lose face.
Looking at the chess game in front of him, there was a sense of disbelief in his blank eyes.
Cui Boxiao actually won. This uneducated and unskilled playboy actually won him.
Master Zhu didn't know what to say. He didn't know how Cui Boxiao, who had always been a loser, could have won.
Seeing Yang Song's gloomy face, he laughed cleverly.
"It seems that the prince was hiding his incompetence in the past."
There were sober people in the crowd: "Prince Cui shined today, it seems he wants to compete with Master Yang for the beauty."
"What's going on?"
"Haven't you heard? The emperor wants to arrange a marriage for Prince Cui, and the woman he chose is the talented and beautiful woman from here."
"Oh, no wonder he wants to attend the poetry reading today, he must be here to see me."
Only Liu Qiaoer lowered her head and smiled secretly, thinking that he was just pretending to be smart.
Cui Boxiao glanced at the little maid beside Yang Song. She was cute, but he didn't like her.
"Master Yang, your maid is not as likable as my maid. This prince doesn't like her."
Yang Song's heart dropped, and his face darkened: "Do you want something else?"
Cui Boxiao smiled generously: "Young Master Yang, it's just a game of chess, don't be so stingy. As for the stakes, I haven't thought of them yet. When I think of them, I'll ask for them for you."
Yang Song's eyes fell on Hu Bingxue who was also watching the fun not far away. He saw that Hu Bingxue seemed to be painting, and the young men beside her praised her.
Yang Song snorted coldly, then got up and went to find the woman he liked.
Mr. Zhu was also quite gossipy. While arranging the chess pieces, he quietly asked Cui Boyiao.
"The prince has a crush on Miss Hu, so he made a bet with Young Master Yang. The final bet will not be Miss Hu, right?"
Cui Boxiao snorted contemptuously: "She is just a woman, this prince doesn't care about her."
Besides, he already has a woman he likes, who is right next to him. He is not here to find a wife this time, but to complete a mission with his wife.
After two competitions, it is time for leisure and entertainment, but leisure and entertainment is not just casual entertainment.
Everyone can show their strengths in the arts of calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs. Some people are good at painting, some are good at playing musical instruments, but these are not things that can be competed for.
As for those poor children who want to curry favor with the emperor, and the nobles who want to recruit retainers, they can chat with each other and discuss their respective conditions.
After Cui Boxiao became famous, he also found a seat and sat down. There were snacks, fruits and refreshments on the table, but they were a little light and he was a little hungry.
"Qiao'er, you can't just eat these things. I'm very hungry."
Linglong said, "Then let's go to the front and have some food?"
But it would be a bit abrupt to leave at this time and come back.
As soon as he left, Liu Qiaoer had to follow him. At this time, Liu Qiaoer was wandering around the yard, looking for their target person.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Linglong, you and Qiao'er will eat something in the front, and then ask her to bring me a bowl of noodles."
Linglong found Liu Qiaoer, and they went to the front to eat.
Not long after, Liu Qiaoer actually brought him a bowl of beef noodles.
Cui Boxiao sniffed it and said, "It's still the same smell, fragrant."
Liu Qiaoer makes her own beef noodles using Sichuan-style noodles, which are full of aroma.
Master Zhu followed the smell and came over: "My Lord, where did this noodle come from? Does your teahouse make noodles?"
Cui Boxiao ate a few bites, wiped his mouth, and rinsed his mouth with tea: "No, it was made by my maid. She knows I like it."
Master Zhu looked at the red chili pepper on his face and said, "Your Highness didn't like spicy food before, but now his personality has changed, and his taste has changed too."
Cui Boxiao's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and Liu Qiaoer quickly took the fruit and let him eat it.
"Our prince doesn't like spicy food. This pepper looks red, but it's actually not too spicy. You'll get used to it after eating it for a while. If Master Zhu likes it, I can make a bowl for you to try."
Cui Boxiao doesn't eat spicy food, but Mr. Zhu loves spicy food.
"That's great. I'll try your maid's cooking right now."
Liu Qiaoer went to make another bowl for Master Zhu, putting less chili in it, and it still tasted good.
After all, she was Cui Boyao's maid, so Master Zhu shamelessly asked for a bowl, but others did not have this blessing.
"Your maid is very skillful. No wonder the prince said that other maids can't compare to her. I wish I had a maid like her."
Master Zhu's eyes flickered over Liu Qiaoer, who rolled her eyes at him with a cold face.
At this moment, Su Qing actually walked towards Cui Boxiao.
"Greetings to the prince."
Cui Boxiao stood up and returned the greeting: "Hello, Miss Su."
Su Qing held a painting in her hand and said, "I saw that the prince is very talented today. I just painted a picture. Please give me some advice."
The maid unfolded the painting, which turned out to be a watercolor picture of September. Both the colors and the composition were beautiful. It seemed that this Miss Su was indeed very talented.
"Good, the lines are smooth and the colors are distinct. It's a good painting, a good painting," Cui Boyiao praised.
At this moment, Hu Bingxue also came.
"Your Highness, I have also painted a picture. Please appreciate it."
Liu Qiaoer was standing behind Cui Boxiao. When she saw the two women coming, she exchanged a glance with Linglong. Linglong whispered, "Finally, we can choose one of these princes."