imperial psychologist

Chapter 321
"emperor!"

Huang Chongde ran behind Emperor Jianxi first, and firmly supported the emperor who was temporarily out of strength.

Emperor Jianxi only felt that the world had turned upside down, and his whole body was leaning against Huang Chongde.

"Emperor... Your Majesty..." Qiu Shi was startled and frightened, kneeling there already crying, "You, you must take care of the dragon body..."

He looked at Qiu Shi in front of him coldly, raised his right hand tremblingly, "What else are you holding in your arms!?"

Qiu Shi trembled a bit, but hid his hands in his arms even tighter. He wept and murmured incomprehensibly, and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Qiu Shi looked at the emperor in despair, and finally begged Huang Chongde who was looking aside.

Huang Chongde supported Emperor Jianxi to step back slowly. He gently patted Emperor Jianxi's back, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, let's sit down first. Even if you are like this, Qiu Shi is very courageous and will not Dare to answer truthfully."

Emperor Jianxi was panting, and finally realized his gaffe.

He pushed Huang Chongde away abruptly, and walked to the throne behind him and sat down by himself.

"Say—!" Emperor Jianxi's voice was like a lion, echoing over the entire hall.

Qiu Shi lowered his head, slowly took out a small booklet from his pocket, and slowly raised it over his head, "It's... the private diary book of... the evil slave Jia Yuchun."

"What's written in it, have you read it?" Huang Chongde asked first.

"I don't dare to look at it," Qiu Shi shook his head with tears all over his face, "I haven't even turned a page..."

Huang Chongde took Jia Yuchun's diary and handed it to Emperor Jianxi. After receiving it, Emperor Jianxi didn't open it, but just stared at the thin book in his hand, his expression getting more and more ferocious.

The silence at this moment was so unbearable, Qiu Shi hid his crying, and dared not vent his breath—after a short while, Emperor Jianxi stood up and slammed the daily book into the distance viciously, then turned around and overturned everything in the hall. tables and chairs coffee table.

The terrifying sound was like a knife raining on Qiu Shi's eardrums, but he didn't dare to tremble, cry, or even move.

Until Emperor Jianxi finally smashed all the things that could be smashed here, his long hair was completely messed up.

He stood in the dim light like a downcast Taoist, breathing heavily.

"They're all lying to me..." Emperor Jianxi murmured, facing the void, he suddenly seemed to have found a specific enemy, roaring and cursing, "They're all lying to me—!!"

Seeing that Emperor Jianxi was about to go mad at the overturned tables and chairs again, Qiu Shi couldn't bear it any longer. He cried and rushed to Emperor Jianxi, hugged the emperor's thigh tightly, and begged sadly, " Lord, please kick me, don't kick these hard things... If you hurt your maidservant and die a thousand times or ten thousand times because of these heartless bastards..."

Huang Chongde stood not far away without moving, but his eyes were already filled with tears.

Emperor Jianxi suddenly experienced the barrenness of life again.

At this moment, the only ones by his side were these two eunuchs.

As if in an instant, a bucket of ice fell from the top of his head, making him cold all over.

He lightly kicked Qiushi away, and looked at everything around him again—those overturned tables and chairs, smashed porcelain cups, all of which were strangely and clearly showing their outlines. In the silence, Emperor Jianxi woke up. come over.

Huang Chongde sniffed, quickly picked up a wooden chair, and moved it behind Emperor Jianxi.

The emperor threw his long hair back, and seemed to have returned to his usual indifferent expression.

"You and... You and Bo Ling just asked questions, I heard them all," he looked at Huang Chongde, "I can tell that she has nothing to do with this matter, and neither does Wei Shishi. After that, don't Stop disturbing these irrelevant people and wait. This whole matter... will be completely over tonight, and no further news is allowed to be revealed."

——"Never allowed" and "the slightest rumor", Emperor Jianxi bit hard.

Huang Chongde wiped his tears, nodded, and replied softly, "Yes."

"There is no need to re-trial Lin's case," Emperor Jianxi said coldly, "This woman dares to make up any story in order to survive, and she doesn't know what she will say in the future. Let Dali Temple directly draw up the charges, and you can grasp it."

"Yes." Huang Chongde replied again.

Emperor Jianxi lowered his head slightly, "...be quick."

These two words were hoarse and low, like a voice from hell, with infinite hatred and determination to die.Huang Chongde has also returned to his previous mood, and replied in a low voice, "...Master, don't worry, slaves understand."

……

Probably since that night, Jin Yiwei, who had been watching the Baijia alley, was evacuated.

When Bo Ling woke up early in the morning to send his father and brother out, the running dogs in flying fish suits outside had disappeared.Bai Shijun and Bai Yi didn't know what happened, but they were very happy.

So this morning, shortly after the father and son went to the Imperial Hospital together, Bai Ling also went out alone with money in a bamboo basket—Bo Yi said that he would cook the meal himself at noon, and it was still time. In the early morning, she can go to the market leisurely and leisurely.

Walking in the hustle and bustle of the market, Bo Ling listened to the hawkers in his ears, and his heart was calm.

She wants to buy a piece of fish, a small piece of meat, a piece of pork ribs and a piece of tofu, and then choose some fresh vegetables, and finally buy a small bag of rock sugar - the sugar bowl at home has almost bottomed out.

In the vegetable market in the early morning, occasionally someone would recognize her and would respectfully call out "Bosi Yao", but more people would turn a blind eye to this and completely immerse themselves in their own lives.

She picked and picked everywhere, and the vegetable basket in her hand was soon full, the sun gradually rose, and Bo Ling was tired from walking, and she was faintly sweating.

She found a shady and clean small step and sat down. The step led to nowhere, and on the other side was a shop selling whole grains.

It can be seen that the business of this shop is very good, and all the customers who come here seem to be regular customers. Bai Ling looked at the red beans and millet on their open-air goods counter, and was thinking about whether to order some, when a hobbled old woman suddenly blocked her view .

The old woman was also looking at the red beans. She reached in and scooped up a handful, putting it in her hand to check the quality.

The proprietress who had been working in the room came out with a smile when she saw the old woman, and the two greeted warmly. The proprietress smiled and said, "I figured you'd have to come today, and the rice and noodles are the same as before. Ten catties, right? I’ll let Dazhu deliver it to you in a while—”

"No need," the old woman waved her hand and said in a low voice, "The old man is over, so he can't eat that much, so let's pick... three catties."

She didn't mean to listen, but the words got into Bai Ling's ears, and her eyes were glued to the old woman's body, watching the old man weighing some red beans in front of the shop, and then disappeared in the market alone in the crowd.

Burling's tears suddenly welled up.

　Thank you for being crazy about loneliness, the mint is cool, and the monthly ticket for talking about scholars~

　　Thanks to rquall for the daily tip.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)