imperial psychologist

Chapter 363 Emperor Jianxi's Abacus
Bo Ling heard that these two things were related to Prince Gong, "So Mr. Zheng, did you go to Prince Gong's mansion this afternoon?"

"Yes." Zheng Mi nodded, he suddenly smiled, and bowed his hands to Bai Ling and Bai Yi, "Bo Siyao, Bo Taiyi, you two are young and promising, with a bright future."

The sound of boundless future suddenly reminded Bai Ling of Yuan Zhen in front of Xuanxiu Hall.

She smiled with deep eyes, and looked sideways at the cooking smoke not far away.

"What will happen to these people here?"

"After the night interrogation is over tonight, we will catch another batch, and the rest will be sent directly to relief sites outside the city tomorrow." Zheng Mi replied, "In the final analysis, Pingjing City is not a place for them to stay for a long time. .”

"That's it..." Bo Ling looked at the people who were eating in twos and threes with their bowls in their hands. "In short, it's good to have somewhere to go."

The sky was getting dark, and Bai Shijun finally came late after sitting in the tent for Mr. Zheng's dinner.

The family took advantage of the night to board the return carriage.

In the bumpy carriage, Bai Yi suddenly remembered his father's hesitation to speak last night, so he couldn't help but ask, "What did dad want to say yesterday?"

Bai Shijun froze for a moment, smiled and waved his hands.

"Tell me," Bai Yi slightly opened his eyes wide, "Didn't you insist on waiting for Bai Ling to come back and talk about it last night?"

Bo Ling also became curious when he heard it, "What are you going to talk about?"

"Oh, no." Bai Shijun hugged his arms quickly, "The main reason is that last night, the person Sun Ge sent to pick me up spoke too seriously. I thought you and Bai Yi were involved again because of me. something strange happened..."

Bai Ling and Bai Yi looked at each other, "...so?"

"It's okay." Bai Shijun said softly with his eyes downcast.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the slightly tired son and daughter in front of him.

In short, the fate of being father and son has not been broken.

……

At noon the next day, Prince Gong's Mansion really sent someone to take Bo Ling into the palace.

Today is the last day of martial law in Pingjing, and the streets are still quiet without a single pedestrian.

Even so, before Prince Gong's chariots and horses, there were still people holding gongs and drums to clear the way first.

The city of Pingjing has not been peaceful in the past few days, and people have vaguely heard some rumors.

At first there were disturbing rumors from the families of soldiers stationed in the south of the city, and then several families were buried together inexplicably-their families died of righteous husbands or young children , There was no illness or any accident, and he passed away suddenly.

Coincidentally, the funerals of these few families were not properly arranged, and the relatives and friends did not even say hello, and they were buried directly.

Ordinarily, in the event of a national funeral, it is reasonable to suppress the limelight for the time being-but the paradox is that when these people's funerals are arranged, Jin Yiwei can always be vaguely seen wandering by.

People don't know what happened, but everyone knows that something must have happened.

Prince Gong's gongs and drums disturbed many people, and people secretly lifted the window panels and door panels to look out.

After the gongs and drums opened the way, Prince Gong's carriage with its doors and windows closed could be seen in the distance. On both sides of the carriage, servants of Prince Gong's mansion followed with lowered eyebrows.

When the carriage gradually approached, they saw an empty carriage with a lower specification following behind Prince Gong's carriage. The curtain of the empty carriage was rolled up, and there was no one on the empty brocade mat.

When this carriage also approached, everyone suddenly saw a slightly familiar figure——Bai Ling was holding the black iron square ring in front of the saddle, and followed the carriage indifferently.

——There is no other reason for this, but because seeing four or five batches of spare tall horses behind Prince Gong's convoy, Bo Ling decided not to take a car, but to ride a horse all the way.

Now, she can freely control the horses under her seat to move forward at a constant speed in a certain direction.

Riding a horse is still much more fun than riding a car.

On this day, Bai Ling changed into the official robe of the pharmacist. He sat on the horse with his head straight, his eyes were clear, and his face was dignified and upright, with a youthful spirit.

After passing through the palace gate, she and Prince Gong landed together, and the two walked into the palace one after the other.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Jianxi was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, until the sound of Qiu Shi's footsteps slowly approaching, Emperor Jianxi slowly opened his eyes.

Both Prince Gong and Si Yao Bo Ling bowed down in front of Emperor Jianxi to salute.

"Stay flat." Emperor Jianxi said softly.

Bo Ling raised her head after thanking her——with just one glance, she felt a sudden shock in her heart.

The last time she saw Emperor Jianxi with her own eyes was the night in mid-April when Chen Yicong broke into the palace in the middle of the night.

In less than a month now, Emperor Jianxi's hair at the temples has turned gray.

His eyes were swollen and blue, his cheeks were slightly flushed, but his whole face showed a strange paleness.

It has been a long time since summer, and Emperor Jianxi is still wearing a long robe. Except for his face and neck, the exposed skin is only the thin and long fingers that are occasionally visible under the wide sleeves.

Bai Ling looked away instantly.

Emperor Jianxi's face reminded her of the Empress Dowager's dying expression on the night Shisi led her into the Compassionate Ning Palace.

Emperor Jianxi's recent days are indeed not easy.

The war on the border, the ominous celestial phenomena, the death of the empress dowager, the refugees in Beijing... and further on, there is the death of the Lin family led by Bo Ling.

It seems that since March, apart from the concubine's condition improving, nothing good happened.

One blow after another seemed to herald some kind of Manifest Destiny.

Bo Ling stood aside quietly, listening to the conversation between Emperor Jianxi and Prince Gong's father and son.

They talked a lot about the dispatch of personnel on the border and the resettlement of refugees outside Pingjing—they didn't even shy away from her presence.

Even Prince Gong was a little surprised by this.

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Jianxi's eyes finally fell on Bo Ling.

This girl has been standing peacefully by the side, even though she is listening to the important affairs of her family and country, her face is not in the slightest flustered or cramped... On the other hand, Prince Gong still looked at the little girl next to him from time to time in the end, almost saying " Isn't this inappropriate?" "Father, why do you still let her stick here" was written on his face.

Emperor Jianxi was silent for a while, then sighed belatedly.

This son is really not like himself at all.

With such a soft and cowardly personality like him, if he was in a governing world, he might still be able to rely on the famous minister Guangjian to become a wise master, but if he was in a troubled world... With just a princess and a few lonely ministers, he can really lie down. Is this muddy water for the court?

Emperor Jianxi suddenly felt a headache, he propped his forehead with his right hand, and leaned down with his whole body.

"Father!"

Prince Gong was about to step forward in a few steps, but Huang Chongde stepped forward to stop him almost immediately.

He quickly took out a few black pills from his sleeve, and fed them directly to Emperor Jianxi—almost at the same time as taking the medicine, the pain on Emperor Jianxi's face eased a little.

Bo Ling watched this scene silently. Just the moment Emperor Jianxi raised his hand, she saw that under the wide sleeves, Emperor Jianxi's arms were covered with rashes.

This scene can only be described as shocking.

After helping Emperor Xi to sit down again, Huang Chongde turned around and wiped his tears with some sadness.

Emperor Jianxi's breathing was a little fuzzy, he sat quietly for a while, and finally regained some strength.

"Huang Chongde."

"My master ordered," Huang Chongde replied softly, "The servant is here."

Emperor Jianxi glanced at Bo Ling, "Go and get... Bo Ling's "Psychological Lecture Notes."

"I have it here!" Prince Gong almost immediately took out the handwritten copy of "Psychological Lectures" from his arms, "Father, you ordered my minister to bring it today, and I have been carrying it all the time. "

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(End of this chapter)