imperial psychologist

Chapter 428
Since the beginning of winter, it has gotten darker and earlier.

Chen Yicong made a special trip to the armory of Shenjiying in the afternoon.In the dry winter, with neither rain nor snow for several days, a gunpowder warehouse exploded in the morning.

Fortunately, all the battalion headquarters related to the Shenji Battalion were located in the wilderness, and the weapons factory was far away from the barracks, so the explosion did not hurt civilians, nor did it cause serious damage to the troops of the Shenji Battalion .

However, after the explosion, a fire broke out there - and a batch of firecrackers and artillery that were supposed to be shipped to the north at the end of this month were also kept near that warehouse.Six soldiers in charge of guarding the gunpowder depot died on the spot, and most of the remaining dozen or so wounded were slightly or severely burned during the firefighting process.

Zhang Shouzhong immediately went to the palace to report the incident, and Chen Yicong couldn't sit still anymore, and the two led troops to the scene immediately to confirm the loss.

Unlike the previous firearms that could only bring "psychological deterrence", this batch of guns is equipment that may really be used in actual combat. Chen Yicong has always placed high expectations on their performance.

……

In the middle of the night, Mr. Heng Yuan was summoned as expected.

The boy had already changed into clean clothes and waited for him in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The 17-year-old Chen Yicong is always full of energy. Although he was still exhausted on the return journey, he regained his energy after he abandoned his horse for a car and slept in the car for more than an hour.

Due to the extra travel in the afternoon, he had to burn the night to finish the official duties that had piled up in the afternoon.

The room is not very warm - it is easy to get sleepy if you stay in a place that is too warm, so Chen Yicong asked someone to remove several pots of heaters, leaving only a small hand stove in his arms.

Mr. Hengyuan stepped into the long corridor of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but Chen Yicong at the end did not look up.

He set up a short desk under the lamp, and there were piles of documents and memorials on the desk.

Under the lamp, Mr. Hengyuan saw that Chen Yicong didn't wear much clothes - most of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old men wouldn't be afraid of the cold.

"Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood." Mr. Heng Yuan said straight to the point.

"Yes," Chen Yicong replied casually, "I kept the emperor waiting for a long time, sit down."

Mr. Hengyuan sat down quietly, Lu Dou put a cup of hot tea in front of him, he picked it up and took a sip, and said in a low voice, "What happened this afternoon?"

"A warehouse in the northern suburbs exploded," Chen Yicong said in a low voice, without taking his eyes off the memorial in his hand, "but fortunately, the key supplies are not damaged, but some ammunition has to be reworked..."

After finishing speaking, Chen Yicong stopped the pen in his hand, "Does the emperor know about the explosion of the Beijiao armory now?"

"Yes." Mr. Hengyuan replied.

Chen Yicong smiled noncommittally, "... also."

Lu Dou, who was waiting on the sidelines, was a little puzzled when he heard the endless conversation.

The red candles in the hall burned shorter and shorter, Chen Yicong was still reading the handwriting compiled by today's ceremonial supervisor, the teacup in his hand turned from hot to cold, and then changed to a hot one, but he didn't take two sips from the beginning to the end .

Mr. Heng Yuan sat silently opposite Chen Yicong, he stared at the shadow cast in front of him with deep eyes, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at the young man.

In Chen Yicong's body, Mr. Hengyuan seemed to see that Emperor Jianxi and the Zhen family were alive at the same time.

I don't know how long it took before Chen Yicong finally raised his head again. He looked at Lu Dou, "...send these to the cabinet and hand them over to Elder Sun Ge; send these to the Supervisor of Rituals so that Xu Zhi and Yuan Zhen can take a good look at me. annotations."

Lu Dou stared at Chen Yicong's expression. He was obviously a little unhappy when he said the second half of the sentence. Lu Dou obediently picked up all the documents and papers, holding his attitude for a while, and quietly withdrew from the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

At this moment, Chen Yicong really looked at Mr. Hengyuan in front of him seriously. On his desk, there was only a thin green memorial memorial.

Three years ago, when sorting out her mother's belongings, Chen Yicong found a letter from the Zhen family - it was written by her in Prince Gong's mansion one night before her father became the throne.

In the letter, Mrs. Zhen wrote down in detail everything that Jian'ange, which she had handled over the years, had done.

In this letter, Chen Yicong met a mother he had never known before.

A decisive mother who made him feel strange.

At the end of the letter, Mrs. Zhen wrote about Mr. Heng Yuan, and she only gave two suggestions.

First, completely disassemble Jian'an Pavilion, balance all merits and demerits in the past, don't pursue the right and wrong, and forgive everyone;

Second, imprison Mr. Hengyuan in Qinyuan forever and cut off all his connections with the outside world.

In fact, Chen Yicong has done the same for the past three years.

After Zhen's death, Mr. Hengyuan was also depressed for a long time. During this period, Chen Yicong went to visit with doubts, and threw Zhen's letter directly in front of Mr. Hengyuan's sick bed.

Mr. Hengyuan read the full text with trembling hands, without saying anything, he just handed the letter back to the young man intact, and handed over the list of all the old staff who met Ange completely the next day.

So the gate of Qinyuan was locked again, and in the past three years, everything has been completely restored to the previous days.

Until the end of last month, Chen Yicong summoned Han Chong from Beizhen Fusi and ordered him to go to Qinyuan in person and ask Mr. Hengyuan a question——

Are you willing to reorganize see Ange.

But now, this green-patterned memorial is the reply given by Mr. Heng Yuan a few days ago.

Chen Yicong has already seen it, Mr. Heng Yuan is giving a simple plan, and a series of questions - why does His Majesty want to reorganize Jian'an Pavilion, and according to different purposes, that simple plan can actually make a lot of things. Adjustment……

Chen Yicong pressed his index and middle fingers on the edge of the memorial, and he tapped the hard paper case very lightly.

"I've always had a question." Under the candlelight, Chen Yicong's expression was somewhat elusive.

"Your Majesty, please tell me." Heng Yuan-Jun said in a low voice.

"My mother treats you like this...don't you hold grudges?"

Chen Yicong looked at Mr. Hengyuan's expression, unwilling to let go of even the slightest change.

However, Mr. Heng Yuan's expression has never been turbulent from the beginning to the end.

"She just did what she should do." Jun Heng Yuan said in a gentle voice.

Chen Yicong looked at Mr. Heng Yuan who was watertight in front of him.

"Then...we can talk about business."

That night, Chen Yicong gave answers to the questions in Mr. Heng Yuan's memorial one by one, but the answers given by the young man were not true from beginning to end, but false and true.

But this is not to say that the invitation to Qinyuan was just a whim of his.

Since returning from the northern tour last year, Chen Yicong has often asked Lu Dou to tell Mr. Hengyuan what happened in the court hall that day, and then Mr. Hengyuan would reply with a short or long comment.

These comments will be brought back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation by Lu Dou for Chen Yicong to read, some of which he thinks are really reasonable, while others make him feel contemptuous.

And some... He didn't quite understand.

This is probably because Mr. Heng Yuan sometimes writes his words very straightforwardly, and sometimes he writes in obscure ways.

Chen Yicong never responded to Mr. Hengyuan's comments, no matter how curious he was about the subtext between the lines, he would burn all the notes handed over from Qinyuan after reading them.

The boy was aware of his immaturity, so he carefully kept a distance from Qinyuan.

And during these three years, Mr. Heng Yuan was indeed silent.The Qinyuan in the inner palace is like a pool of stagnant water, without any splash.

Now, Chen Yicong felt it was time for a change.

　Thank you for what you can’t do, Jiajia Yueyue, Schrödinger’s Fox, Mint Weiliang, /li Zhihuowu/li, Mu Yaya, Xi Xiaoyao, PolarisEcho, half-life vain, carefree Haha’s monthly pass~

　　Thanks to rquall and Mu Yaya for the reward~
　　
　
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