imperial psychologist

Chapter 641 Seeing Begonia Again
From Lan Zihao to the palace gate, Bo Ling traveled in sedan chairs all the way.

It was midsummer, and there were ice cups in the sedan chair, so it was particularly cool.

Bo Ling leaned against the window, looking at the still peaceful and bustling streets of Pingjing City, the old days of the past slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

At that time, she often brought a vegetable basket from home to the nearby morning market to buy vegetables in the morning, and squatted in front of the stove every day to light a fire and cook. Later, when Bai Yi came back from Baiweilou, he followed his father into the Imperial Hospital. The matter slowly returned to Bai Yi's hands.

At that time, they often complained together that these chores that could not be automated were too exhausting.

But looking back now, the feeling of boredom and helplessness at that time has completely disappeared.

All that is left is nostalgia.

The sedan chair quickly stopped in front of the palace gate, and Bai Ling got out of the car and walked.

The summer night wind messed up her hair, she walked through the long and deep stone corridor of the palace gate again, and heard the echo of her feet above her head.

Bai Ling's pace slowly stopped, she looked at the bluestone slab under her feet, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

These silent bricks laid out in the palace have seen many sorrows and joys in the world.

"Why didn't Miss Bai leave?" The palace servants behind her also stopped, "The emperor is waiting."

Bai Ling smiled and walked forward again.

She still remembered that a long time ago, she and Bai Yi passed by here together in order to enter the palace to win over the upright father.

It seems that all the stories started from then, and all the efforts she made afterwards were to escape from here.But the heavens failed to fulfill people's wishes, the more they wanted to stay away, the deeper they got trapped in the palace.

While thinking about it, Bo Ling lifted his foot calmly and stepped across the threshold of several inner palace corridors.

She can now recognize the way to the Hall of Mental Cultivation even with her eyes closed.

She looked up at the silent and empty tile eaves on the high part of the palace wall. Once she called softly, Fourteen would appear from such a place.

The palace road was long, and Bo Ling recalled all the figures who had walked with her.

Some of them went away, some stayed;
Some people have already slept in the ground, and some people are still wandering in the world.

On a summer night, the Four Seasons Begonias outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation are in full bloom. Bai Ling's gaze swept over these beautiful and delicate petals, and he felt that the palace was extremely lonely that night.

After the crowning ceremony in the sixth year of Shengming, Chen Yicong began to grow a beard.

It's just a thin layer of beard left between the upper lip and nose, which makes him look old and majestic.

In the third year of Shengming, there were still veterans who dared to rely on their elders in the court. In the seventh year of Shengming, all the officials who had experienced the Jianxi Dynasty all regained the feeling of trembling back then.

But for these courtiers, there is still one thing to be thankful for.Emperor Shengming is not a person who is uncertain, he will reward, he will be furious, and he will dislike the fact that there are too many greetings in a certain place, which take up his time for no reason.

However, he would only bring up such complaints with Sun Beiji and the others in the cabinet meeting, or occasionally laugh at Bo Boling as a joke when playing chess with Boling.

...Although Bo Ling couldn't comprehend the joke, he laughed every time.

The delicious food in the Hall of Mental Cultivation tonight was fragrant, and Bai Ling could smell it as soon as he entered the hall. After paying his respects to Chen Yicong, the two sat opposite each other.

This night was also like many times before when the two had dinner together. Chen Yicong talked about himself and asked about Bai Ling. The two chatted as before, like old friends who had known each other for many years.

Berlin was obviously tired of this tonight and said very little.

After a while, Chen Yicong put down the bowl and chopsticks, and silently looked at Bai Ling in front of him.

"I heard something recently." Chen Yicong said softly.

"Ah."

"You have officially handed over a lot of things you are doing to others this month." Chen Yicong said in a low voice, "Really?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded again.

"Why?" Chen Yicong's voice sounded somewhat restrained, "...do you have any other plans?"

"Your Majesty thinks too much." Bo Ling smiled, "If Lan Xinhui wants to develop, I can't handle everything. I have taken care of them for three years, and they have long been able to take charge of their own affairs. They are still here, they have never been sure."

"Where are you going?" Chen Yicong asked cautiously.

Bo Ling sighed, and put down his chopsticks, "...where do you want to lock me up?"

Chen Yicong's throat moved slightly, "...I didn't mean that."

"Then what does the emperor mean?" Bai Ling asked with downcast eyes, "it's not four years ago now, your majesty. If you still think you can treat me like before...you are wrong."

The sharpness in these words made Chen Yicong look away.

Strange to say, whenever Bo Ling put on a straight face like this, he felt a little nervous for no reason.

In all fairness, he has now become a little afraid of Bo Ling losing his temper. Over the past three years, he has tried his best to mend his relationship with Bo Ling. No matter how difficult the situation is, he will always set aside some time—sometimes he goes to Lanzi To visit, sometimes Bo Ling came to the palace.

During the Shangyuan Festival this year, he and Bo Ling went to see the lanterns by the Anhu Lake, and everything seemed to go back to the past, which also made Chen Yicong feel that his hard work in the past few years had probably paid off.

However, this month, I heard the news that Bo Ling was handing over at the Lanzihao.

He was immediately keenly aware of what Bo Ling wanted to do.

There was a long silence between the two, the emperor took a deep breath silently, and then lowered his eyes and said, "Don't talk about these unhappy things, let's continue eating."

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded.

……

Back from the palace that day, Bai Ling followed Ai Songqing to review the account reconciliation of the Lanxin meeting tonight.

Bo Ling unceremoniously raised some questions, and pointed out bluntly that once Ai Songqing met a "senior" who seemed to have senior qualifications than himself, he would be easily persuaded by the other party and no longer insist on his original point of view. If you don't want to overcome this kind of weakness, you will be led by the nose sooner or later.

Ai Songqing was stunned—Bai Ling had talked to her about this issue several times before, but he had never been so straightforward as today.

She was a little depressed, but Bo Ling rarely gave any comfort. After finishing the conversation, she went to wash up and fell asleep alone.

Ai Songqing couldn't sleep anymore. She tossed and turned on the bed thinking about tonight's problems, and finally couldn't help getting out of bed, took paper and pen again, and began to write the speech outline for renegotiation with Lanxin's mothers-in-law tomorrow.

This night, when Bai Ling followed Wei Ying's guidance again and came to a blind spot where no one was watching to start tonight's assassination practice, Wei Ying told him with a smile that the secret guard who came back from the palace with her tonight , twice as much as before.

"With so many people watching together, the old man may not have a chance to reappear tomorrow."

But Bai Ling showed a smile, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)