imperial psychologist

Chapter 427
"It was given to Bai Yi by the young master," Bai Ling replied, "Bo Yi said that the taste of this tea is very special, and it won't be bitter after steeping for a long time. I'm sure I can tell the difference."

Hearing that it was Zeng Jiuyan, Chen Yicong laughed.

That's right, this is also something he has never understood. Apart from being able to occasionally distinguish the expensive and cheap tea from the taste, Bo Ling can hardly remember the taste of the tea.

Of course—her brewing method at the beginning was wrong, Yuezhou Houkui cannot use freshly boiled boiling water to brew, and the first brew should not be filled so full...

However, it doesn't matter.

Bo Ling frowned and blew on the cup, then took a sip of the tea soup, but he still couldn't taste anything special about it.

She raised her head and looked at Chen Yicong, "How is it going smoothly today?"

Chen Yicong briefly talked about what happened in the hall today, and Bai Ling really showed that sighing smile again.

"... These ministers have such a bad habit." Bai Ling said softly, "Originally, the two sides should present the facts and reason, but their desire to win and commit suicide is too strong, and they will confront each other... What good would it do?"

Bai Ling muttered to himself, then leaned over to poke the stove again, "...It's good to let their spirit down like this."

"In short, it's really useful to display the data." Chen Yicong said suddenly, "The data is convincing."

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled.

This sentence came out of Chen Yicong's mouth, revealing a little weirdness, but it really made Bai Ling feel happy.

"Yeah," Bo Ling didn't look up, she stared at the stove, and said in a low voice, "The kind of person who speaks based on intuition and experience is not worthy of trust, especially when it comes to these far-reaching decisions... The less trustworthy the person who is without hesitation and full of determination, the only way to deal with those sudden disasters is to always remain suspicious and aware.”

Chen Yicong looked at Bo Ling—he really wanted to remind Bo Ling that when she said these words, she seemed full of determination, without any hesitation, without the slightest bit of confusion.

But Chen Yicong held back for the time being, he hoped that Boling would be happier today, because he really doesn't have much free time today and tomorrow.

If, in this situation, he had to fight with Berlin again, there would be a situation of "starting a dispute and not having time to end it".

That's really uncomfortable.

Chen Yicong came here to sit down today, originally it was just a sneak in from his busy schedule.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Chen Yicong heard a familiar male voice coming from the backyard—it was obviously Bai Yi who came over.

It seems that he came here specially to find the two kitchens in the backyard of Berlin, because after the initial pleasantries, the conversation and jokes of the three came immediately.

The voices of several people came into the room intermittently. Although Chen Yicong didn't want to eavesdrop, most of what they said still fell into his ears.

Suddenly, Bai Ling who was at the side burst out laughing, and Chen Yicong glanced at her—he heard it too, and Bai Yigang said outside, "...Then warm two bowls of wine and order a bowl of fennel beans!"

Chen Yicong didn't understand what was so funny about it, but he quickly looked away and said softly, "I'm leaving now, Bo Ling."

Bo Ling put down the iron tongs in his hand, with a smile just now on his face.

"Well, I'll send it to you."

The two walked into the courtyard, Zhao Qi followed far behind, and Chen Yicong suddenly stopped, "By the way... do you have time in the next few days?"

"I have time these few days," Bo Ling replied, "Is there something wrong with the Emperor?"

"Look at the day, the snow will fall in a few days... I want to find some time and take the time to meet Anhu and sit down." Chen Yicong looked at the osmanthus tree with dark green thick leaves still stretching out, "Walking together is still Those people, you know."

"Looking at the snow at the Huxin Pavilion..." Bai Ling murmured, she smiled and nodded, "Okay."

……

Qinyuan in winter has returned to its usual desolation.

But different from before, probably the entire yard has no longer seen the half-height weeds it used to be.

This place is remote, but Mr. Hengyuan has never moved away from here.To the surprise of many people, Emperor Shengming let him continue to live in the palace.

As soon as winter came, Mr. Heng Yuan's cough became more frequent—this was indeed a very strange symptom. He often started to cough in late autumn, and it would not be relieved until after the snow fell.

Mr. Hengyuan walked slowly into the courtyard wearing a cloak, and Lu Dou, the chief eunuch in the Hall of Supreme Harmony today, also came out.

Lu Dou came to explain to Heng Yuanjun the controversy that took place in the Hall of Supreme Harmony today.

It was only at the end that Lu Dou's breathing was already trembling, Mr. Heng Yuan seemed to realize that this Eunuch Lu was not very cold-resistant, so he went back to the house and ordered someone to bring the charcoal stove.

"...That's about it." Lu Dou roughly finished talking about all the things that happened this morning, holding Mrs. Tang from Mr. Hengyuan's place in his hands, turning his palms over and sticking the backs of his hands to his head.

Mr. Heng Yuan leaned back on the soft chair with a pale complexion, and he looked down at the flickering coal fire.

"So a few days ago, the emperor stayed in the Juanji Department day and night... just to check the agricultural production and the number of households from Jiahe to Jianxi."

"This... the servant doesn't know." Lu Dou replied with a light smile, "After all, you know the place like Juanjisi, and it's not easy for the servant to go down with you..."

"Thank you, Eunuch Lu." Mr. Hengyuan said in a low voice.

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Lu Dou said quickly, "The emperor heard that you have been coughing for a long time recently, so he sent me to bring a freshly made autumn pear ointment. In such a cold day, you should take good care of your body. ah."

Mr. Hengyuan's eyes were still calm, "The note I handed over to the Hall of Mental Cultivation the day before yesterday—"

"Hey," Lu Dou slapped his forehead hard, "Look at my elm head, how could I forget such an important thing?

"Your letter to the emperor has been read, read it several times... The emperor originally wanted to send you an interview this afternoon, but unfortunately, something happened to the Ministry of War, and the emperor had to go to the northern suburbs in person this afternoon. It is estimated that it will be back when it is dark.

"Mr. Hengyuan, don't go to bed too early tonight. When the emperor returns at night, he will send you to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

"Understood." Mr. Hengyuan nodded.

After sending Lu Dou away, the palace people continued to lock the gate of Qinyuan, Mr. Heng Yuan went to stand in the courtyard alone, no one knew what he was thinking.

Three years ago, Mr. Hengyuan piled up a stone barrier on the southwest corner of Qinyuan. There was no monument or other special signs, but he did bury some treasures that had been treasured for many years.

At this moment, the cold wind is blowing, and the whole Qinyuan looks barren and lonely.

His physique is so strange, even in the middle of winter, he never feels unbearable because of the cold.

Fengxue has always been a dear friend to him.

(End of this chapter)