imperial psychologist

Chapter 229 The Queen's Misunderstanding
In Prince Gong's mansion, the princess is sitting on the couch in her bedroom. Even though Anhu's flower viewing party has passed, she still has clothes to sew herself.

The mantra robe dedicated to Emperor Jianxi last time received extremely positive feedback. This is the second time this year.

This is because, on the one hand, Zhen’s needlework skills are indeed unique in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. On the other hand, it is because, as the daughter-in-law of Emperor Jianxi, she presents the clothes she sewed by herself, and she has a layer of filial piety. The meaning of family harmony is inside.

The next time I present clothes will probably be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I finally have time to breathe a sigh of relief, but Mrs. Zhen dare not let her hands be idle. In addition to trying to draw a few new looks, she just took some Practice several new stitches with leftover scraps from last time.

In front of the princess, there was a middle-aged eunuch kneeling—the man looked a little scared, he didn't raise his head, and his shoulders were even trembling.

"Where did the prince go yesterday?" The princess's voice was a bit worried and angry, "Since I came back yesterday afternoon, I have been like a wilt. If I ask him, he won't tell me. Now even you dare to talk to me. Say 'don't know'? Do you really think I'm blind or confused and can't see anything?"

When the wife heard this, she shrank her head in a jerk, and raised her head boldly—it turned out that it was Lu Dou, the eldest companion who had been serving the son.

"Your Majesty... it's the Shizi who didn't let the slaves say anything, and also said that if I dare to reveal a little bit of information, the Shizi will take the slaves, the slaves—"

The princess suddenly patted the table, causing Lu Dou to tremble again in fright.

"Whatever the prince can do to you, this concubine can do the same to you!"

"Hey, hey... how do you say it... Slaves, servants..."

"Say—" Zhen's order was deliberately prolonged, and the sense of coercion could not be more obvious.

Shizi has never lived like these two days. If he had to use one word to describe it, it would probably be "haggard".It's just that he has the habit of practicing martial arts all day long, and he is a vigorous young man, so the "haggard" basically doesn't show on his face.

However, the prince who usually complains about the lack of time and not enough time every day, has begun to sigh and sigh in the past two days.She also stopped by to see Shizi twice, and both times she saw him staring at the flowers, plants and inkstone in a daze - holding the peace talisman from the fairy garden in his hand, with a faint sadness in his eyes.

"Go back to your mother!" Lu Dou was terrified, and his voice became lower and lower, "Yesterday, my son went to Donglin Temple, and went with Zeng Xiaohou and the others..."

"Donglin Temple?" The princess really didn't expect this answer, "Why are they going to Donglin Temple?"

"I really don't know about this, I really don't know!" Lu Dou trembled with fright, "Your Majesty knows that the son is careful and has something on his mind, and he always keeps it from others. The servant will know The reason I want to go to Donglin Temple is because I asked me if I knew why Donglin Temple was on fire...but how could this servant know this!"

The princess frowned slightly.

Suddenly an idea flashed through her mind.

A few days ago, the prince asked her for another peace talisman in Xianlingyuan, saying that it was "to give to a friend".Zhen Shi remembered that when he said this, there was a subtle warmth in his eyes.

In fact, with the keen perception of a woman, she has already seen some clues—everything grows in this spring, and the children are fourteen or fifteen years old after all...Some things will always come, which one? What if the boy is not pregnant?

But she always knew that her son was so stubborn that ten cows could not be pulled back, and what he made up his mind not to say, even if the knife was put on his neck, he would not open his mouth—if the knife was really put On his neck, he might not be able to say what he might have been willing to say.

Some things will always happen naturally, there is no need to ask.

It's just that why would I go to Donglin Temple specifically? There are no girls there, all of them are young monks, big monks, and old monks...

Thinking of this, the princess's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

——She remembered that in Donglin Temple, there were quite a few handsome young monks. Many dandies in Beijing didn’t like confidante girls, so they often went up the mountain.

Zhen Shi grasped the corner of the table in an instant, her whole face was tense.

——If it gets out, will his reputation as the son of Prince Gong's mansion still be...?
"Understood..." Mrs. Zhen quickly calmed down, "You...you have nothing happened today, how should you serve your son, or how you should serve your son."

Lu Dou raised his head quietly, "Then...these few days, servant..."

"You don't have to worry about anything else." Zhen said in a low voice, a bit of determination appeared in those usually gentle eyes, "I will ask what I need to ask myself."

……

Chen Yicong was sitting in his study doing homework.

Master Zhang will give a lecture tomorrow, and I haven't moved a word for the past few days on the strategy that my husband arranged before the big rest, so today Zeng Jiuyan came to ask him to go out to play, but he sternly refused.

In terms of homework, he has never been like Zhang Jingzhen, who arranges everything early and completes it early, but often leaves the task at hand until the end—it’s just that there is usually a relatively plentiful period of time for this "last" time.Zeng Jiuyan once laughed at him that "we all like to put things off until the last moment", and he didn't refute.

It’s just that he knows in his heart that this is different from Zeng Jiuyan’s way of always procrastinating until late at night on the last day, yawning and hastily coping with the customs. If the husband arranges the next strategy and the reserved time is five days, then this matter Things will occupy part of his mind from day one, and he will think alone, flip through materials, or talk about his new ideas with others.

Although it seems that he did not start writing, but some thoughts will be precipitated during this process, so the things written on the last day are often very smooth, and he will not bite the pen in pain like Zeng Jiuyan. This habit even makes him At certain moments, the speed of writing strategies is faster than that of a recognized genius like Zhang Jingzhen—but this is really just a solid foundation in the early stage. After all, in terms of literary agility, he and Zhang Jingzhen are still more than one rank behind.

At dusk, after rewriting his article about four times, Chen Yicong put down his pen.

This policy theory was formed by his discussions with his mother in the small garden a few days ago, and after seeing the villagers all over the mountains and plains on Donglin Mountain who came to bid farewell to Master Hui Shi, he was greatly inspired. Shock—he suspects that the historical record created by the historian is caught in some rigid causal law, and the missing details may have real clues.

(End of this chapter)