imperial psychologist

Chapter 295

Hearing that Shen Jichuan's adjutant came in person, Bai Ling's eyes showed a little curiosity, "...is he willing to treat the disease again?"

Bai Yi shook his head, and was about to speak, when Bai Shijun accepted the words angrily, "Even if he puts a knife on my neck from now on, I won't see a doctor for him anymore, really."

Bo Ling froze for a moment, it is rare to see people who can annoy Bai Shijun, who has always believed in taking a step back.Even though he knew that it was inappropriate for him to think so, Bo Ling couldn't help but bow his head and laugh.

"So what happened to General Shen?"

Bai Yi smiled from the side, "He called Dad over in the name of treating illnesses, but in fact he didn't talk about seeing a doctor at all, he just asked Dad what he has been doing for the past few years, and if he knows Hui Shi from Donglin Temple Monk."

Only then did Bai Ling suddenly realize that she responded. She sat opposite Bai Shijun, propped her cheeks with her hands in a playful way, and watched her father sulk.

"...How could I know the monk on the mountain?" Bo Shijun frowned and said, he took a sip of the hot water poured by Bo Ling, and the hot water entered his throat, and he finally felt better.

Bai Shijun sighed, and then muttered in a low voice, "There is no such thing as teasing the doctor, whoever loves to see a doctor will go to see him."

Bai Ling blinked, "...Dad really doesn't know that Master Hui Shi? Has he never heard of it from anyone?"

Bai Shijun frowned even tighter, he raised his eyes to look at Bai Ling, then turned to look at Bai Yi.

Bai Yi helplessly spread his hands, "I wanted to tell you this on the way back just now, but you won't listen."

"...Who is this person?" Bai Shijun looked a little shocked, "Do you all...recognize him?"

Bo Ling shook his head, "We only found out not long ago that on the day of the Donglin Temple fire, Master Huishi passed away in the West Guest Room to fight the fire."

Bai Ling whispered, "On the second day of the fire, the villagers who spontaneously came to pay the master's funeral took over the entire Donglin Mountain. It’s like our alley... I was thinking at the time, if this master is still alive, he might have something to talk to dad about.”

Listening to Bai Ling talking about what she saw and heard about going up the mountain that day, Bai Shijun's expression gradually calmed down.

His brows were wrinkled, loosened, and wrinkled again, and in the end, he could only leave a sigh of regret.

"This General Shen seems to be an old friend with that Master Hui Shi." After Bai Ling finished talking about what happened that day, Bai Yi took over the conversation and added, "When he was chatting with Dad in the room, I and that Several adjutants who brought us here also asked about the situation. The two have been friends since they were young, and although they have been together less and more these years, they have always been a pair of bosom friends."

Bo Ling raised his face slightly, and looked at his father across the table——in this case, everything would make more sense.

A stranger who was so similar to his dead friend, Shen Jichuan probably also wondered who Bai Shijun was in such a big dye vat in Tai Hospital.

"Also, those adjutants are asking why you didn't come today." Bai Yi looked at Bai Ling and said softly, "I guess, your question hit the nail on the head last night."

Bo Ling smiled and said in a low voice, "...then let them make a few more trips to the hospital."

That night, when the family had dinner together, Bai Yi and Bai Ling talked about the situation in the general's mansion today in detail.

After Bo Ling mentioned the thin-necked porcelain vase wrapped with copper bells in the garden last time, Bai Yi also observed many new details today.

For example, there are many straight dents on the desks and chairs in the study, some of which seem to have been flattened, while others can still feel a little rough sawdust when touched, probably because they haven't had time to touch up the paint.

It was like a sword mark.

For another example, Shen Jichuan was never willing to stay in open places for too long, and once he entered the room, he would quickly sit close to the wall—and even in the middle of a conversation, his right hand never left the sword in his waist.

This made Bai Yi doubt whether he would take off his armor when he fell asleep at night.

Bo Ling listened to Bai Yi's description very carefully—to some extent, these characteristics are very typical.

What kind of horrible and bloody past is in the heart of a general who has retreated from the front line, Bo Ling suddenly feels that he can already get a glimpse of the clue.

This night, Bai Ling rested much earlier than yesterday. On the one hand, he was really tired today, and on the other hand, Bai Yi alternately took on the remaining housework for the day.

But tonight she was still tossing and turning like last night, and finally had to get up and light the lamp, and sat down at the low table in the small room.

Bo Ling moistened his pen, and slowly wrote an essay on the paper that appeared repeatedly in his mind.

With the flickering candlelight, Bo Ling wrote the first sentence——

"In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was relegated to Baling County. In the next year, the government will be smooth and people will be harmonious, and all waste will be prosperous..."

Just like most people, although she was required to recite the whole text of "The Story of Yueyang Tower" when she was in middle school, many years later she could not remember the middle part of the article, wrote some sentences upside down, and missed some sentences——she I know I missed something, but I really can't remember what I missed.

I just wrote and revised slowly and leisurely, and finally wrote the last paragraph.

"I have tried to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent people, or the difference between the two. What is it? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; if you live in a high temple, you worry about your people; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you worry about your ruler. Worrying is also worrying, and worrying about retreating. But when will you be happy? It must be "worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joy later"?

"Hey! Weisi people, who am I going to return?"

After finishing writing, Bo Ling felt that a place in his heart gradually quieted down.

Unlike the rapid iteration of technological change, even after thousands of years, human beings still seem to maintain a certain synchronization emotionally.It's like she returned to an overhead dynasty inexplicably, and it was difficult to adapt to the details of life, but she was still able to admire Fan Zhongyan's heart of ancient benevolence without hindrance.

But the reason why the human stars shine may also be because they are far enough away. If they are specific people living around them, their feelings may be quite different.

Bo Ling's eyes fell on the last sentence "Weiss people, who will return to me".

Are the sorrows and joys of human beings not interlinked?

Maybe.

However, the joys and sorrows of human beings may never have had any major changes.

……

Early the next morning, Bai Ling woke up as early as before. She packed his medicine box for her father in advance, replaced some old bandages inside with new ones, and used alcohol for the acupuncture equipment inside. All have been sterilized.

When Bai Shijun woke up, Bai Yi and Bo Ling were already sitting at the dining table, waiting for him to wash up and take their seats.

Over the past few days, the two children, Bo Ling and Bai Yi, have kept the house in order. Although Bai Shijun himself can't tell what has changed, he always feels that everything looks more pleasing to the eye.

After picking up the bowl, Bai Shijun couldn't help sighing again.

Bai Ling looked up at his father, "What's wrong?"

Bai Shijun had a sad face, "Today I have to go to the palace to talk to the emperor about Shen Jichuan's condition... But in the two meetings we met in the past two days, he was just rambling..."

"I just happened to be thinking about this last night," Bo Ling said softly, "Actually, it's enough for Dad to kill one thing and not let go."

Both Bai Shijun and Bai Yi stopped their chopsticks, "...what?"

"Just say 'General Shen is really not sick'." Bo Ling replied seriously.

　Thank you rquall for your daily reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)