imperial psychologist

Chapter 170 A Long Talk Under the Fallen Flowers
Today's son is wearing a newly made black Taoist uniform, which looks like a miniature version of the black robe worn by Emperor Jianxi a few days ago.

The difference is that Shizi's clothes are embroidered with neat small characters woven with gold thread, which looks like some kind of mantra.

"Well, I just passed by here, just to see if you're here today." With a slightly unnatural expression on his face, he frowned and said, "Are you here to be lazy again today?"

"Almost." Berlin replied.

The prince put his arms in his arms, leaning against the rockery, and watched Bo Ling sitting on the ground in front of her as if there was no one else there—a small table, pens and paper, scripts... She arranged these things one by one, then raised her eyes to look at herself.

"Master Cheng, what's the matter today?"

Shizi took a deep breath, "I heard that you can fill people's hearts."

Bo Ling didn't hear clearly, and asked back, "What?"

"Buxin." Shizi took a few steps forward and sat across from Bai Ling, "Otherwise, the imperial concubine's illness would not have improved in such a short period of time. You must have used some means."

"Shi... If the guard is curious, just pay attention to the lecture schedule of the Tai Hospital next month." Bai Ling said softly, "At that time—"

"I have a friend who is not in a good condition recently. I want to ask you if there is anything you can do." Shizi interrupted directly, "I can't wait until next month. I am very worried about his appearance."

Bai Ling looked down, "...then tell me, I may not be able to do it."

The son stepped forward and sat down in front of Bai Ling, "My friend is about the same age as me, but because of some changes in the family, the hair on the temples turned white overnight. We also found some When the imperial doctor came to see her at home, they all said that it was caused by excessive worry, and they could only recuperate, and left some soothing prescriptions, which were of no use at all."

Bo Ling didn't speak, but gave a soft "hmm".

"His father recently...leaved Beijing for no reason, and he couldn't go back to his house for some reason. The whole family can only temporarily borrow and live in someone else's house..."

As the son said, he erased Hu Lu's identity.

Ever since Hu Yishu took the holy order to go north and the Hu family was confiscated, Hu Lu, the eldest son of the Hu family, has almost changed himself.The companion who used to laugh and play with me all day was gone, replaced by a teenager who gritted his teeth all day long, haggard and frightened.

The brocade clothes, gold and silver, and snacks that he personally sent... were all returned.He could only watch helplessly as this Hu Lu, who used to hold his shoulders and call "brother" in private, suddenly bowed respectfully to himself, and said "Thank you, son, reward" like a piece of dead wood.

Although Bo Ling didn't know who the prince was talking about, she was also disappointed when she heard it.

If she and Bai Yi hadn't entered the palace on the day when Bai Shijun was summoned to meet the saint at the beginning of the month, her family would probably have become a night-crying family in Pingjing City by now.

Emperor Jianxi is like a lion who has been hiding in the dark. He looks at everything in front of him coldly. It seems that he really hangs his clothes and the world is in order on weekdays. But just think about the bloody cleaning in Fusi of Beizhen recently. You will understand that he has never let go of the authority in his hands for a moment.

"What does Master Cheng want to ask?" Bai Ling asked softly.

"How can we make him recover as soon as possible?" Shizi's hand supporting his knee was clenched into a fist, "I don't want to see him sad like this anymore, even if something big happens, I'll just carry it with him—— "

"You can't carry it." Bo Ling whispered.

Shizi raised his eyes in surprise, "What did you say?"

"You can't bear it." Bai Ling repeated, her tone was inevitably tainted with a bit of sadness, but soon, Bai Ling resumed the previous smile, "Since Mr. Cheng is He was born as a guard, so he must have suffered a lot of injuries and beatings."

"……What do you mean?"

"Don't be angry, I'm just making an analogy." Bo Ling looked down at the calluses on Shizi's left knuckles, "I just want to tell Mr. Cheng that everyone's pain cannot be shared. When the skin is broken, even No matter how nice the people around you say, or give the things you like the most, the pain still hurts. Except for himself, no one can really take away the pain, and no one can really bear it for him. He can only Carry it yourself."

Seeing that Bai Ling was not in a hurry, Shizi suppressed a burst of anger in his heart, "What do you mean, then I will just watch and do nothing? What's the use of him continuing to be depressed like this? What good is it for himself and his family?"

These words sound a bit familiar.

Maybe Zheng Shu, maybe Baoyuan, or someone else asked.

Bo Ling suddenly sighed, as if everyone didn't realize that when they desperately wanted to comfort a sad friend, what they were actually doing was comforting their flustered self.

So they can't bear to do nothing, otherwise they will be tortured by the anxiety that arises in their hearts.

Another gust of wind blew over, and the begonias on the branches fell on the shoulders of Bai Ling and Shizi.

"If you want to measure consolation by 'usefulness', then your consolation will not only be useless, but also likely to cause secondary harm."

Shizi frowned, "I don't understand..."

"Actually, listening to Mr. Cheng's narration just now, I guess your friend is going through the most serious trough since he was born." Bo Ling said slowly, "When a person is suffering from a catastrophe, you still Do you want him to be calm and calm? It is admirable to be able to truly achieve such a state of calmness, but ordinary people are not tossing and tossing and worrying all day long."

"But if this goes on—"

"Of course, if you want to ask me how to make his family safe in the end, I don't understand. But I know that if you want him to open up to you, you can only admit that you are soothing his pain , is actually very incompetent.”

Saying that, Bai Ling raised his head and looked at the son, "Master Cheng, please ask yourself, do you really understand what it's like to have a family that you can't go back to, and "family members who are forced to separate may never see each other again"... What kind of feeling is it? "

There was a moment of silence between the two, and there was only the sound of wind.

In this silence, Shizi suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.Although he still doesn't know what to do and how to do it.

"Master Cheng, why don't you think about it carefully." Bai Ling smiled, "You are so talented, you won't fail to understand such things."

Shi Zi couldn't help frowning again.

Although the girl in front of him looks younger than himself, every time he talks to her, it seems that he is being gently persuaded by an elder—an inexplicable familiarity arises in his heart, although he can't explain it clearly. Where does the sense of familiarity come from.

But all in all, the feeling is not annoying.

(End of this chapter)