imperial psychologist

Chapter 162 Blank
The wine was slowly burned, leaving a hot porcelain bowl and a pile of old ginger on the table.

Zhen Shi wiped off the last bit of wine and ginger juice on Shizi's back with her handkerchief, and wanted to rub his head, but reached out her hand, but just patted him lightly on the shoulder.

Getting along with this father and son over the years has made Zhen understand many things.

For example, when getting along with Prince Gong, you don't actually need to act like a virtuous and virtuous person, let alone pretend to be a little girl to please him. It is enough for him to exhort a few words when he is acting like a baby, and he will figure out those big truths by himself.

The treatment of the eldest son is just the opposite, not only to put away the love for the child, but also to treat him as a grown man, not only to talk to him at the same level, but sometimes even to know how to give in and express understanding appropriately.Only in this way can the child listen to what is said.

Thinking of this, Zhen suddenly smiled in her heart.

Perhaps this is a kind of contradiction. Children just want to grow up to be adults quickly, and when they become adults, they envy children's innocence and self-will.People are always in this kind of contradiction.

It's a pity that she couldn't tell Prince Gong about this truth, otherwise Prince Gong would lose the right to be a child with her.

"Go to bed early." Zhen said softly, "I will go to your father and tell him, he...has his difficulties too."

"My son knows." Shizi raised his head, his voice no longer had the previous hostility, he stepped forward to take the tray in Zhen's hand, and said in a low voice, "Mom, go to bed early too, I'll take you home."

"No, your father should have come back from your Master Hu's house right now, I have to go pick him up."

"Master Hu?" Shizi was slightly taken aback, "Is he still here as a guest so late?"

"No. Your master Hu went to the north to fight against gold, so your father temporarily took his family back to the mansion to settle down..."

"In this way..." Shizi's eyes shone with a rare light, and he murmured in a low voice, "Then I can often play with Hu Lu from now on."

There was a little pity in Zhen's eyes, but she just smiled and looked at Shizi, "That's for tomorrow, go to sleep."

……

The watchmen in the palace had finished their last shift at dawn, and Emperor Jianxi had already started exercising in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

This is a set of five-animal art that he learned from Immortal Zhang from Xianlingyuan. It imitates the postures of five kinds of birds and beasts: tiger, deer, bear, ape, and crane. Do it every morning and evening to strengthen your body. , if you persevere forever, you will live forever.

Therefore, Emperor Jianxi persisted unwaveringly, without a single day of interruption.

Huang Chongde went out halfway, then came back, and stood silently waiting.

When Emperor Jianxi made the last movement last night, slowly regained his breath, and retreated to the side of the bed to sit quietly, Huang Chongde had already handed him a wet handkerchief. Emperor Jianxi didn't pick it up today, so Huang Chongde naturally reached out to help him wipe.

"It's time for you to reflect on yourself." Emperor Jianxi said suddenly.

The palace people on the side suddenly raised their hearts to their throats, wondering why the emperor was suddenly upset, and everyone lowered their heads a little.

The movements of Huang Chongde's hands were unhurried and still steady. He smiled and replied in a low voice, "...Yes."

Emperor Jianxi snorted, "Do you know what I'm talking about, you are?"

Huang Chongde laughed in a low voice, "The slaves are aging too fast, they are not like the body of the master's daughter... they cannot serve the master for the rest of their lives."

Emperor Jianxi sighed, and it took a while before he seemed to recover from some kind of gloom and reluctance.

"Crush my hair."

"Yes."

The two moved to the table, and the palace servants on the side had already moved the chairs silently, and adjusted the angle of the bronze mirror on the table.

"Look at the disciples and grandchildren you brought out. No one can compare to you." Emperor Jianxi lowered his eyes, with some dissatisfaction in his eyes, thought for a moment and then clicked his tongue, "It's far away..."

Huang Chongde didn't speak, but the movements in his hands were lighter.

Emperor Jianxi looked into the mirror, "What did you do just now?"

"Returning to the master, the Jin Yiwei who was on duty at Hu Yishu's house last night came over. It seems that he must have been busy all night, and he came here to answer before he rested." Huang Chongde whispered, "We are waiting outside."

Emperor Jianxi looked at himself in the mirror silently. He waited silently for Huang Chongde to comb his hair. Then he put on his thick black Taoist robe and sat back on the throne in the Hall of Mental Cultivation with a light gauze curtain.

His voice returned to its usual coldness, with a certain unapproachable majesty, "Send him in."

Soon, a burst of powerful footsteps gradually approached, and the little flag officer in the flying fish suit walked into the palace expressionlessly. He bowed down and bowed down, and then presented the complete layout plan and bibliography of the Hu residence. .

Emperor Jianxi flipped through these scrolls behind the gauze tent, while listening to the little banner officer in front of him detailing the situation of Prince Gong's visit to Hu's residence last night.

After hearing this, he couldn't help but put down the things in his hands, and looked up at the young man in front of him.

Although he was only a small flag officer, this person had a good grasp of logic and details, and his face froze the whole time.

Not like a man, but like a knife,

Soon after he finished talking about what happened last night, Emperor Jianxi asked in a low voice, "What's your name?
"Han Chong." He clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, "Working under Zhao Mingen and Zhao Baihu."

Han Chong...Emperor Jianxi narrowed his eyes slightly, the name sounded familiar.

On the side, Huang Chongde bowed and said, "Your Majesty, because there were too many Jinyiwei involved in Jiang Sanyi's case last night, the servants boldly recruited some people who had previously participated in related matters in the Imperial Hospital. I have done some things and know how to measure."

Only then did Emperor Jianxi remember that in the report about the conflict between the apprentices of the Imperial Hospital and the Jinyiwei, which was submitted from below, the last official of the Jinyiwei at that time seemed to be called "Han Chong".

Emperor Jianxi looked at Wang Chongde, "What about Zhao Baihu?"

"Last night, he and Jiang San joined forces." Huang Chongde said, "He and Jiang San have visited Hu Yishu's mansion many times, and the specific situation has been written in today's report. Your Majesty can take a look at it later."

Emperor Jianxi sneered, then turned his head to look at Han Chong below, "In the past, Shangguan was beheaded by me, do you feel resentful?"

Han Chong's face remained unchanged, "I don't know if there is any former superior in the humble position. Your Majesty has a task for the humble position, and the humble position will do it, that's all."

"Then you go and take Zhao Baihu's position," said Emperor Jianxi, "He is confused, so don't be as confused as he is."

Han Chong kowtowed to thank him, but there was not much joy on his face, and he was still as calm as before.

Huang Chongde said softly from the side, "The position of the Thirteenth Taibao has finally been vacated, and many people are waiting for His Majesty to re-select new ones."

"No more." Emperor Jianxi's voice was a bit illusory and indifferent, "Jiang San's position will be vacant from now on, and it will always be vacant. There is no need to add new people."

(End of this chapter)