imperial psychologist

Chapter 347 She's Worth It
When Bo Ling leaned over to enter the tent, he was stunned for a moment.

I saw Prince Gong sitting upright, with a majestic expression, and his eldest son Chen Yicong standing beside him, both father and son looked over very seriously.

——Why would Prince Gong appear in such a place with his son.

Even Prince Gong is directly intervening in this matter, so this camp that gathers all the refugees together probably came from a higher place.

"Salute!" Jing Zhao Shao Yin frowned behind her and reminded.

Bai Ling leaned over quickly, but Prince Gong waved at her indifferently, motioning her to stand closer.

Under the signal of Prince Gong's gaze, Jing Zhao Shao Yin retreated.

Prince Gong looked at Bo Ling, and he raised his hand to signal a low stool not far away, "Sit down."

Bo Ling looked at Chen Yicong who was still standing, and politely declined.

"I heard that you have moved out of Chengqian Palace recently." Prince Gong picked up the teacup and took a sip, "But are you still in charge of Chengqian Palace's medicine?"

"Yes," Bo Ling replied, "Although I am no longer serving in Chengqian Palace, His Majesty has not dismissed me. For the time being... I can still respond to the prince's call of 'Bo Si Yao'."

Prince Gong pondered for a moment.

He looked at the young Bo Ling in front of him—it was strange, although the little girl was indeed very young, but when talking to her, there was no trace of childishness in her mood, reactions, and words.

... Prince Gong raised the corners of his mouth, no wonder Jun Ping looked up at this girl.

Thinking about her reaction in the Hall of Mental Cultivation that night, she seemed to be more mature than Chen Yicong.

"Bo Siyao should have been idle recently." Prince Gong smiled, "Your errands are doing well. Others have not cured the disease for half a year, but you cured it in two months."

"No, the empress is still ill." Bai Ling replied, she looked at Prince Gong cautiously, and said softly, "The time limit given to me by the emperor was one year."

Prince Gong frowned slightly, "So Bai Siyao is still in Chengqian Palace for at least... ten months?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "This is already very short, and I wasn't completely sure at first, so I can only say that I will do my best."

"Bo Siyao doesn't need to be so modest, everyone has seen how capable you are in the past two months." Prince Gong put down the teacup and placed it in front of his knees, he said casually, "I am from Prince Gong's mansion." There is also a lack of a pharmacist, and I have been looking for candidates recently, but there is no one who can catch my eye..."

Chen Yicong was taken aback for a moment.

When did the palace start looking for new medicines?

Why doesn't he know?
Bai Ling's face was as usual, she seemed to think about it very seriously, and then she replied in a low voice, "If the prince needs it, I can ask my brother and father. After all, they are serious doctors, and they may know some trustworthy people , then I can-"

"Then there's no need, Bai Siyao." Prince Gong shook his head, and he said lightly, "It's the princess who admires you very much, but she doesn't want to be abrupt. So today, the king just asked by the way, not counting. "

Bo Ling lowered his eyes and smiled, "So that's the case."

After a while, she sighed softly, "My lord, please send my greetings to the princess."

Prince Gong laughed and didn't answer any more.

There was complete silence in the tent.

Chen Yicong never spoke. He stood behind his father, silently looking at Bai Ling, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Bo Ling never glanced at Chen Yicong from the beginning to the end.

She also stood there silently, silently staring at the ground two or three steps in front of her, wondering what she was thinking.

But that's fine...

No, it's better this way.

Chen Yicong's peripheral vision kept falling on Bo Ling.

He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt that after nearly a month of separation, Berlin looked a little different from before.

She seemed quieter than when I first met her, and her beautiful, deer-like eyes were more opaque.

Chen Yicong faintly felt that this kind of Bai Ling looked a little pitiful, but it made him want to hold this girl's hand more than ever to protect her from the wind and rain.

But think about how often Zhang masters mentioned Boling during this period...

Chen Yicong's eyes dropped slightly.

To shield her from the wind and rain, the current self is not qualified enough.

Bai Ling's body is full of mysteries that he doesn't understand, and these mysteries are like little lanterns in the dark night, surrounding Bai Ling and reflecting her tenderness more deeply and dangerously.

Chen Yicong suddenly remembered the night when he rushed into the rain despite everything.

He suddenly blushed again.

But Berlin is clearly worth it.

At this moment, Zheng Mi's voice came from the door, and before he entered the tent, he had already called out "Your Highness" with guilt, and Prince Gong immediately put on a serious face, his eyes showed undisguised displeasure After Zheng Mi entered the room to salute, he didn't call him up for a long time.

Zheng Mi raised his head.

Prince Gong was looking at him solemnly.

Zheng Mi lowered his head again.

Bo Ling looked at the somewhat familiar Mr. Zheng, and couldn't remember where he had seen him.But for no reason, she felt that this person might be a slippery and timid person—including now when he was answering Prince Gong's question, his expression was indeed somewhat flattering.

"Master Zheng doesn't need to act." Prince Gong said coldly, "This king is here to ask Master Zheng for a definite answer on behalf of my father."

"It will... still take some time, my lord." Zheng Mi scratched his face in embarrassment, "Actually, some clues have been found just now, but the specifics—"

"This king is not asking about a specific case. Who you tried in the Jingzhaoyin Yamen and what you tried has nothing to do with this king." Prince Gong raised his tone slightly, "The Holy One asked you to cooperate with Shen Jichuan to deal with it." What is the current progress of the refugees in the city, you understand the answer!"

Zheng Mi didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Seeing this situation, Prince Gong was even more annoyed, he threw the teacup in his hand directly in front of Zheng Mi, and the porcelain cup broke into pieces immediately.

"Are you dumb!"

Zheng Mi tightly clenched his hands on the ground, his face flushed slightly, and the veins on his forehead also bulged a little.

Bo Ling couldn't help but take another look at Zheng Mi.

This Mr. Zheng...why suddenly became excited.

Prince Gong also noticed the change in Zheng Mi's expression, he frowned, "Zheng Mi! This king is—"

"My lord..."

Zheng Mi finally spoke, and this time when he spoke, his voice suddenly changed, it was no longer as hidden as when he called the prince or pretended to be afraid.

Zheng Mi finally raised his head, and Prince Gong also saw clearly at this moment, both of Zheng Mi's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was because he was emotional just now, or because he stayed up late these days.

He took a deep breath, with a bit of grief and indignation in his voice, "...why did you press so hard?"

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