imperial psychologist

Chapter 397

It's strange to say that she was so sleepy just now that she couldn't even open her eyes, but after talking so much, Zhen felt much more awake.

She quietly got up and went to the ground, and asked several eunuchs to come and carry the prince to bed to rest.

Chen Yicong didn't sleep very soundly, even in his dream, he still frowned with a bit of worry.

Sitting by the bed, Mrs. Zhen picked up the round fan her son had dropped on the ground, and gently fanned him.

She still has too much to say.

She looked at her son, but suddenly thought of Bo Ling in her mind.

After the rebellion subsided, both Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong immediately mentioned their appreciation for Bo Ling and Bai Yi.

This pair of brothers and sisters can turn the tide like this, probably really cannot be praised enough.

But this matter was pressed by Zhen Shi - she had heard that the death of the imperial concubine had dealt a huge blow to Bo Ling, and knew that any praise at this time would only bring about counterproductive effects.

Mrs. Zhen will write down this kindness for the time being, and can only repay it in the future.Now what she can think of to do for Bai Ling and Bai Yi is to set aside an undisturbed west firewood room for the two of them, and there is really nothing else.

Under Wang Hao's exhortation, all red tapes that might affect the two were quietly removed, all of which was to allow them to recover from their injuries and recover as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Zhen Shi sighed.

Perhaps it was because of the narrow escape that night in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, because of the reunion with Mr. Heng Yuan, or because of seeing Prince Gong's emaciation and timidity these days, she suddenly became worried about the future.

For example, tonight, she couldn't help but wanted to stuff what she had seen, heard, felt, and thought in these years... into Shizi's mind—and Chen Yicong's reaction also told her directly, and haste makes more money. Da.

The surroundings became quiet, only the slight sound of the fans flapping.

After a while, Zhenshi soon felt sleepy again. She handed the fan to the maidservant, and then she walked out of the room slowly and went to the side hall to rest.

……

In the next half month, the personnel changes in Pingjing were almost turned upside down.

The new emperor ascended the throne, named Qitai, and gave amnesty to the world.

The state funeral procession of Emperor Jianxi was mighty—the Yongling Mausoleum, which had been built for 40 years, could be regarded as the largest underground mausoleum in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

There was no Emperor Qitai in the funeral procession. In fact, except for a hasty appearance on the day of the enthronement ceremony, the newly appointed emperor spent the rest of his time resting in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Chen Yicong changed into the bright yellow prince's python robe, moved out of Prince Gong's Mansion where he had lived for 14 years, entered the palace with his parents, and moved into the Prince's East Palace.

For more than half a month, Zhen Shi and Chen Yicong didn't sleep well.

There are too many things waiting for them to deal with the arrangements.

Song Bozong and his son, Qu Xiu, and other rebel generals were all imprisoned—the cabinet was not in a hurry to execute them immediately, but was sorting out the various crimes committed by the Song Party during the past 20 years of ruling the government one by one.

At the same time, all the major case files during the Jianxi period were re-distributed, and all the loyal bones of the Great Zhou who had died because they blocked the Song family's way forward were urgently removed from history by the people of the new dynasty. Please take it out again from the pile of old papers.

They washed away the stigma, wailed for it, re-erected the stele, recast the heroic name-and wrote every dead heroic spirit into the crimes of Song Bozong and his son.

In the twelve days since the new emperor ascended the throne, the cabinet listed a total of 290 six major crimes—each of which is enough to cause the Song family father and son to die once, so people don’t have to worry about Song Bozong’s final outcome.

Because that would be cruel enough to comfort the hearts of the world.

Everything is like the reign title of the new emperor - Qitai.

The torrent of history is rolling forward, engulfing all people towards the next tomorrow.In the midst of internal and external troubles, people have not felt this kind of hope for a long time, so everyone cheered up to meet it.

This kind of enthusiasm and excitement is transmitted from one person to another, like a volcano that has been silent for a long time, finally bursting out with all the patience and hope in the past at this moment.

The whole of Pingjing is full of hope, except for a corner of the Tai Hospital.

This morning, Bai Yi opened his eyes.

An apprentice came to change his dressing. There were too many wounds on his body, and the situation was close to death. The high fever kept recurring, and it didn't really subside until the night before.

Same goes for Berlin.

The wounds left by whipping in prison brought infection and inflammation, which in turn caused high fever.

After a long struggle, the body finally clears all the invading bacteria and viruses, so the fever subsides and the person really wakes up.

During this period of time, they were arranged in the same ward - Bai Yi probably never imagined that the bed he used to house the four wounded before would be used to house Bai Ling and himself soon after. .

It is very quiet here, and everything is no different from before. The apprentices followed the set of rules left by Bai Yi before, and performed their duties meticulously.

Bai Shijun guarded his two sons and daughters day and night, his gray hair turned gray a lot.

Seeing that Bai Yi woke up and seemed to be struggling to sit up, he quickly stood up, took two pillows from the empty bed beside him, and leaned against his son's back.

After he sat down, Bai Shijun asked again, "Are you hungry?"

Bai Yi shook his head, then calmed down, and nodded again - these days, he almost drank rice soup with a little bit of steamed bread crumbs, and basically vomited whatever else he ate, with a little bit of oil and Nothing salty will do.

Just as Bai Shijun was about to get up, the apprentice at the side quickly pushed him back on the chair, and ran out to serve rice porridge by himself.

Bai Yi looked sideways, and Bai Ling not far away was still sleeping peacefully, she was lying on her side facing the wall, and only by looking carefully could she see the ups and downs of her breathing.

"Drink some water first." Bai Shijun came over with a glass of water.

"...Thank you." Bai Yi didn't want his father to feed him water, and reluctantly raised his hand to take the cup handed by his father.

This thank you made Bai Yi himself secretly surprised—his voice was so hoarse that he felt strange to himself, probably because he often breathed through his mouth when he was drowsy.

Looking at Bai Yi sipping, Bai Shijun smiled. Bai Yi often expressed his gratitude like this, but this thank you always felt a little strange to him.

Bai Shijun sat down again, "You have been burning these days, and we have never asked you, how did you come back that night?"

Bai Yi raised his head and asked in a dry voice, "...what?"

"When the apprentices were changing shifts, as soon as they opened the door, they saw you lying outside the Xichaifang." Bai Shijun said, "The news in the palace said that you used yourself as a bait to lure away the pursuers that night in order to save people." ...You are, why did you run back alone?"

Bai Yi frowned a little blankly.

The night of Emperor Jianxi's death, recalling it now, seems like a lifetime away.

(End of this chapter)