imperial psychologist

Chapter 383 Alive
Chen Yicong slowly frowned.

He held the brocade box in his arms again.

"Mother and Concubine, it seems that you haven't asked what the emperor grandfather told me yesterday..." He said softly, "Do you...don't want to know?"

"Curiosity is curious," Zhen said softly, "But since the emperor summoned you alone, he must also believe that you can make up your own mind."

She looked at Shizi—the boy's eye circles were slightly red.

"...Mother and concubine always believed it." Zhen said softly.

Chen Yicong lowered his head, tears fell on the brocade box in his arms again, he stretched out his hand and wiped his face indiscriminately, "Grandpa Huang did say a lot to me, but I don't understand it very well, maybe I will understand it later... Concubine Mu, do you think Grandpa Huang is a good emperor?"

Zhen's heart trembled slightly, the son's question made her unable to answer for a while.

"Why do you... ask such a question?"

"The last time I was in Yinfeng Garden," Chen Yicong choked up, "it was the night when I shot Jiaolong, Jiuyan told me when he was parting that if he was a minister in the future, I would be the king... let me never do it. For an emperor like Grandpa Huang, I don't know...I don't know, I don't know what to do..."

Chen Yicong spoke intermittently.

Although he hadn't finished speaking, Zhen Shi had already heard his main idea.

Shizi's face was slightly red because of the conflict, and his breathing became a little messy.

Zhen Shi stood up and slowly walked forward a few steps.

"My concubine doesn't know about this issue either." Zhen said in a low voice, "His merits and demerits can only be commented on after a long, long time."

"I don't want to know what future generations will say, I just want to hear what my concubine thinks."

Zhen Shi looked back and said in a low voice, "...but I don't want to say it."

Chen Yicong was startled.

Zhen Shi took a light breath, she turned her face and said in a low voice, "No matter what kind of emperor he is, and no matter what kind of attitude he treats his subjects...he is always an elder who has high hopes for you.

"People always have many faces, let alone standing in that position.

"Others may have their own reasons to annoy him and hate him... But you don't have to worry about it, because these are debts that your grandfather himself has to bear. He didn't want you to bear them for him, and you couldn't bear them either.

"As long as he treats you well, you should also treat him well." Zhen said softly, "There is nothing wrong with exchanging sincerity for sincerity."

Chen Yicong's mood gradually calmed down.

Yes, my mother can always see into the most tangled places in his heart.

To him, Emperor Jianxi was not such a close elder—at least compared to his father and mother, this emperor who was always aloof was always an outsider in his life.

An outsider who was really nice to him.

Chen Yicong can't see him every day, even if he does, the feeling is completely different from staying with his parents.

Everyone wants to please him, his will cannot be defied, and his resolutions are always correct... This made Chen Yicong very puzzled for a while.

And in the past few years, when he gradually understood many things that he had never understood before or even hard to see... His feelings for that immortal and unfathomable grandfather became more contradictory and complicated. .

Is that an example to be followed, or a lesson to be rejected or denied?
All the people close to him are so afraid of him, but Chen Yicong himself has never understood this fear.

Now that he was dying, he said such heartfelt words to himself on the bed, so the west wind and the east wind fought fiercely in Chen Yicong's heart, and he couldn't make him come to a conclusion no matter what...

But now this unsolvable myth suddenly has a new solution, he doesn't have to whitewash Emperor Jianxi, and he doesn't have to be ashamed of his sadness.

Others have reasons for anger, hate for reasons of hatred, and he also has reasons for love.

"I can't bear it..." Chen Yicong finally spoke in a low voice, he sucked his nose a few times, "I don't want to go anywhere these days, I just want to enter the palace... I want to stay by the emperor's side all the time..."

"He doesn't necessarily want you to see him weak." Zhen Shi said softly.

Chen Yicong's sobs stopped for a moment - he seemed to understand this feeling very well.

"You can still go, even if you can't meet, it's good to let him know that you come to greet me every day." Zhen said softly, "But don't cry all the time outside, it will be used as a fuss of."

Chen Yicong stood up again holding the brocade box, "I know."

Zhen looked at the son's eyes full of sorrow, "You cry so much, what will you do when I leave with your father?"

Chen Yicong shook his hand, and the brocade box in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He just felt as if someone had punched him hard in the heart, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

"But there are still many, many years to come." Seeing Shizi's rapidly reddened eyes, Mrs. Zhen couldn't help but immediately added this sentence, she smiled, "When you grow up to the age of me and your father, you won't Afraid of these partings."

Chen Yicong didn't respond - the age his mother said was too far away from him.

Almost at this moment, he understood why Grandpa Huang had been pursuing longevity.If there is really a magic medicine in this world that can make people stay young forever, then he will probably give it to the concubine first...

Chen Yicong forcibly held back his tears, nodded slightly to his mother as farewell, and then left the small garden with a red nose.

The grandfather's declining body made the teenager feel the shadow of death for the first time.

This kind of ruthlessness without any room for resoluteness made him sober up - in the face of the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death, all obsessions, all loves and hates... all became insignificant.

The wind blowing from the mausoleum blows away all the troubles, leaving only the bone-chilling loneliness.

The young man groped this never-before-seen mood alone, as if he opened his eyes for the first time, saw the world for the first time, and had a real sense of "being alive" for the first time.

……

At night, Bo Ling bid farewell to Zhao Qi and left the unnamed courtyard.

When she was about to walk to the west door, she heard a slight sound coming from beside her, and Wei Shishi landed not far behind her.

"You're back," Bai Ling blinked and said with a smile, "I was still looking for you this afternoon, but you didn't come after I blew the whistle...Where did you go?"

Wei Shishi approached and said in a low voice, "I think something is wrong, so I went to check the city gates in the afternoon."

"What's wrong?" Bai Ling frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

"I was in the Fusi yamen in Beizhen this morning, and I heard it mentioned casually by a few thousand households," Wei Shishi said softly, "Several city gates with Jinyiwei guards have been deployed and replaced."

Bo Ling tilted his head slightly, "...so?"

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