imperial psychologist

Chapter 515

At the beginning of April, the Son of Heaven toured the north.

Most of the subjects were unaware of the sudden "serious illness" of the emperor in January, but those who knew tried their best to dissuade him, hoping that Chen Yicong could stay in Pingjing for another month or two.

After all, the boat and the car were tiring, and if something happened along the way, it would really be an unbearable change for Da Zhou.

However, Chen Yicong didn't care about this. The northern tour from April to June was planned last autumn. He didn't feel relieved if he didn't go to see the preparations for the war in the four northern states in person.

In the past three years, in the firearms battalion, the iteration of the firearms alone has been changed more than a dozen times. This time, a batch of small artillery that can be mounted on a horse and hundreds of improved fire chariots were also transported to the front line. And thousands of Thunderbolts.

This is not enough.

Chang Sheng and Shen Jichuan had set up firearms camps in Fuzhou and Jingzhou before, but the quality of the guns produced was still not as good as that produced in Pingjing.

So this time, Chen Yicong personally took Zhao Jie, the director of the Honglu Temple who compiled the "Shen Qiqipu", on the road, and together with him were more than a dozen old masters from the firearms camp.

During this northern tour, the emperor almost took half of the arsenal of the Great Zhou to the rear of the northern border.

When the emperor's motorcade left Pingjing, many people came to watch curiously—among them, four years ago, someone had the honor of seeing the eldest son who brought the tomb guards back to Jingnan.
Today, however, they no longer have the privilege of being able to see Tianyan up close.

On the main road, the road was cleared very cleanly. Chen Yicong didn't want to ride in a car, but rode in front of the team on horseback.Most of the onlookers stopped a block away, and many of them were new residents who had only come to Pingjing in the past few years.

Emperor Shengming didn't like golden armor, and he was wearing heavy black iron armor similar to that of the tomb guards, but when the sun hit it, it still aroused a dazzling metallic light.

On the horse's back, Chen Yicong held the rein in his right hand, with a sword at his waist.He is tall and straight, with broad shoulders, and the banner is rolled up behind him. People can't see the whole face of the emperor, but they can vaguely see the corners of his sunken mouth.

Just such a distant glance made everyone bow down and kneel like a tide.

Now seeing the emperor going north in person, many people invariably thought of the life and death that they saw with their own eyes on the way to the south. People's tears fell down uncontrollably.

No one could connect the person in front of him with the boy in the past. People shouted long live in the distance. Chen Yicong was already used to such a scene, and he drove away without looking sideways, leaving the entire city of Pingjing behind.

……

Neither Bo Ling nor the other girls went out today. In fact, there are only two days off at the beginning and middle of each month.

Ai Qian lay on the window sill, looking down boredly.

"There seem to be fewer people today," she turned her head to look at the girl nearby, "and the turtle claws who sent the pearl flowers didn't come either."

"The emperor is making a tour of the north today." The girl behind Ai Qian said, she glanced at the bracelet on Ai Qian's wrist, and couldn't help laughing, "He's still wearing the silver bracelet given by the emperor, I don't even know that."

"North tour?" Several other girls gathered around, "Is the person who gave the bead flowers still here today?"

"Come on, but the main road has been closed for half a day, so it's estimated that we will arrive in the afternoon."

Bo Ling curled up on the couch, listening to the conversation of the girls not far away.

Chen Yicong went north again.

She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief—although there was nothing to be happy about, even if he wasn't in Pingjing, his eyes were all over here.

Ai Songqing sat aside and mended, with her and Bo Ling's old clothes in hand.

During this period of time, practicing with the master of the dance studio all day long, the girls' clothes were damaged to varying degrees in several joints.

Last night when Bo Ling met by himself, Ai Songqing took a look at it, and immediately stopped Bo Ling's mending work.

From the unthreaded cuffs to the frayed openings on the knees and elbows, Burling had flat stitches on them—and the stitches went flat.

But it was too late last night, and today was a rest anyway, so Ai Songqing simply took all the clothes that Bo Ling wanted to mend to her, and waited for dawn to take care of them.

"Use a barb needle when you sew holes in the sleeves." Ai Songqing stretched out the sleeves in his hand to Bo Ling, "Look, first move the stitch forward...then, take a stitch backward...the stitches are not It's too straight, it should be slightly slanted, like this..."

The sewing needle looked very obedient in Ai Songqing's hands.

Bai Ling nodded seriously.

"The barb needle is very strong, and the pattern is also beautiful." As she spoke, she demonstrated it several times in front of Bo Ling, "Do you understand?"

"Understood," Bo Ling stretched out his hand, "I'll try."

Bo Ling took back his clothes and needlework, and began to operate according to Ai Songqing's technique just now.

Looking at Bo Ling's slightly jerky but basically correct technique, Ai Songqing nodded in satisfaction.

"You're so smart, Bo Ling can learn it as soon as you learn it... Has no one taught you this before?"

Bai Ling's attention was completely focused on the needle and thread in her hand. Relying on her little memory and hand feeling just now, she was thinking about the movement of each stitch in her hand.

"Anyway, I don't usually need to do mending work..." Bo Ling's voice was shaky, "It's enough to know how to stitch."

"Then how?" Ai Songqing let out a chuckle, "Afterwards, if you get married, you will be looked down upon by your mother-in-law and sister-in-law—"

The movement of Bo Ling's hands suddenly stopped, and Ai Songqing was stunned.

Looking at each other, Ai Songqing whispered, "...Did I say something wrong?"

Bai Ling came back to his senses and shook his head again.

"No, when you said this, it reminded me of a former friend...

"She also said that she would teach me needlework, but then there were too many things to do, so she didn't learn much." Bai Ling lowered her eyes, "She is also good at needlework, embroidery, tying... everything. "

"Yes, I have to learn these when I was young." Ai Songqing continued, "But we don't rely on this to make a living. It's just that we don't have this skill, so we are still easy to be laughed at by others."

"...She got married in 45 years of Jianxi." Bai Ling said softly, she thought about Baoyuan's temperament, and couldn't help laughing, "No one should dare to laugh at her."

Not far away, Ai Qian suddenly stood up by the window, "Here we come! The tortoise claw who sent the pearl flowers is here~"

The girls gathered around the window together—as expected, under the tower, on the slightly damp road, a familiar figure appeared at the end of the street corner.

The man was carrying a large wooden box in front of him, and there were more than a dozen small drawers on the wooden box, and each drawer contained different jewelry.

Most of these jewelry are rough in workmanship, and there are few exquisite treasures, which are incomparable with the things girls have used in the past, but here, everything is better than nothing.

Now it's April, and more than half of the girls have already been booked as sellers by bustards at a price ten or even dozens of times higher than the cost.

The bustard randomly sprinkled some broken silver and asked them to buy some cheap jewelry every month-the girls look good when they are in a good mood.

In this way, when it is sent out in May, the host family will be more satisfied.

(End of this chapter)