imperial psychologist

Chapter 222 Another Father and Son

When Bo Ling finally came around to the rear window of the tea room, she looked around to make sure that her surroundings were safe, and then stretched out her hands to try to prop up the window frame—at this moment, she heard a burst of laughter from inside the room, and heard There are about two or three people.

She couldn't help but froze for a moment, and the movement of her hands stopped.

Did you go to the wrong room?Bo Ling looked around - the dark gray window sills, the low-tiled eaves with copper-rust wind chimes, the low gray brick walls at both ends, the rolling hills in the distance and the vegetable fields nearby...

Yes, the tea room is indeed here.

"Did Bai Siyao come back?" A sudden inquiry came from the room.

The voice was somewhat familiar, but Bo Ling couldn't remember who it was. She lifted the window and leaned halfway into the room, only to see that there were already three people sitting in the room.

One is Bai Yi, the other is Zeng Jiuyan, and there is a young man who looks frail and fair, but Bo Ling doesn't recognize him.

Several people were drinking tea and chatting and laughing, all with smiles on their faces.

"So it's Young Master." Bo Ling suddenly realized, no wonder the voice sounded familiar just now.

Now it makes sense, Shizi should have come with his friends... But why is he hiding outside alone?
Bai Yi stood up, helped Bai Ling to come in through the window.

"Master Xuyun hasn't come back yet?" Bai Ling asked in a low voice.

"No." Bai Yi replied, "The two father-in-laws have been urging them several times, and they all said that there is something urgent that has not been dealt with, so let us wait."

After hearing this, Zeng Jiuyan and Zhang Jingzhen looked at each other and smiled - I don't know what trick Li Fengyu used in front of the door to pester the old monk for so long.However, if it weren't for Li Fengyu's eloquent tongue, they would not be able to take advantage of the access control of Donglin Temple, let alone sit and discuss with Bai Yi in this tea room.

Zhang Jingzhen got up and introduced herself to Bo Ling—but in fact, on the night he met An Hu, Bo Ling had already heard his name from Fourteen.

In the narration of Fourteen that night, Zhang Jingzhen was actually the one who impressed Bo Ling the most.

He is the only eldest son of Zhang Shouzhong, Minister of the Ministry of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he is fifteen years old.

As far as talent is concerned, Zhang Jingzhen is almost the most outstanding existence among the children in Beijing. However, his genius father who was admitted to Tanhua at the age of 12 set a rule for him——Under the age of 16, he is not allowed to participate in the imperial examination.

Zhang Shouzhong was a genius when he was young, so he knew the loneliness of being a genius, and he also understood that many things are not the sooner the better.

As a 12-year-old Jinshi, Zhang Shouzhong suffered too much extra burden and malice.

On the one hand, people have too high expectations of him, so that others can achieve six or seven points, and he has to do full twelve points—otherwise he will bear the ridicule of "not mediocre";

On the other hand, for a long time, no one regarded him as a friend, and he stood among a group of men who were a foot or two taller than him in a baggy official uniform, and he could feel that some people turned their jealousy towards him into a mockery of him.A 12-year-old Tanhua is like a monster locked in a cage. People's appreciation is often not out of admiration, but out of some kind of appreciation for the alien.

When his peers were still studying hard in the academy, the young Zhang Shouzhong had already started his lonely fight in the officialdom. Only he knew how hard this bloody road was.

So he will not let his son repeat the same mistakes—especially when the young Zhang Jingzhen showed amazing talents in reading and policy theory just like himself back then, he made up his mind to wait for the child to be older , when his temperament is more sensible, and his stature is a little taller, let him go.

However, on Zhang Jingzhen's side, this is another story.

He is different from friends like Zeng Jiuyan and Li Fengyu who were born with the title of marquis. Even if his father was a cabinet minister, he could only take the imperial examination to open up his official career;
Among his classmates, many of his friends who are far inferior to him in writing, thinking and martial arts have been selected as scholars and candidates, and even some who have walked the right way have already practiced with their predecessors in the Imperial Academy.He was the only one, and he was still white at the age of 15. Apart from the false name of "Mr. Shangshu's family is a very talented eldest son", he has no resume that can be shown.

In fact, no one else in Da Zhou could know about this unsolvable predicament—not even the Zhang family father and son talked about it with each other.

Even the fourteenth who passed on the details of "not allowed to participate in the imperial examination before the age of 16", "amazing talent", "his father was a 12-year-old candidate" and other details to Berlin's Shishi did not think deeply about the cause and effect.

But for Bo Ling, this kind of empathy is a professional habit. Although she has never met the Zhang family and his son, she has already faintly smelled the conflict here.

Seeing him in the tea room now, Bo Ling sighed in his heart—this young man is really what she imagined, with a bit of unspeakable sadness in his heroic spirit.

Talent is a wonderful thing. It has always been a double-edged sword. If an eagle's wings are stronger than those of its peers at birth, but it has not been possible to spread them for a test flight, then the heavy wings will only bring him burden, but can not bring him any pleasure in life.

At the moment when Zhang Jingzhen and Zhang Jingzhen nodded to each other, these thoughts flashed through Bai Ling's mind, like a light boat going down the current, causing ripples on the water surface.

After Bai Ling was seated, Zeng Jiuyan continued to chat with Bai Yi.During this visit to the teahouse, he felt more and more that the brothers and sisters of the Bai family are simply treasures in the world. He had already felt like old friends at the first night when he was strolling with Bai Ling by Jian'an Lake, and today he chatted with Bai Yi about many things. It's emotional.

Bo Ling was listening to the high-spirited discussions of the few people, and he couldn't help yawning after a while—it seemed that as long as men got together, they would definitely talk about family and country affairs. Just for a while, the two I have already talked about the movement of Jin Ren in the past ten years to Shen Jichuan who recently returned to Beijing.

Zeng Jiuyan suddenly remembered something, looked at Zhang Jingzhen aside, "Just now when we came over, we met someone sent by General Shen—"

Bai Ling woke up suddenly, looked up at Zeng Jiuyan, "Why did this old general send someone here?"

"He seems to be a close friend with a master who died in the fire this time, so he sent someone to pay homage to him." Zhang Jingzhen replied.

Bo Ling blinked, "...Master Hui Shi?"

"Yes." Both Zeng Jiuyan and Zhang Jingzhen were a little surprised, "Do you know him too?"

Bai Ling shook his head, "I just listened to the introduction of the master who led the way when I came here. After all, there are people all over the mountains and plains who come to see this master off... The old general and Master Hui Shi are close friends."

"Yes." Zeng Jiuyan told the conversations between Hui Hong and those young generals that he had heard before, and everyone present was also full of sighs. Only Bo Ling held the teacup thoughtfully, concentrating on it with some concern. raised eyebrows.

　Thanks to Duan Fangz and Schrödinger's Fox for the monthly pass~

　　Thanks to rquall for the reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)