imperial psychologist

Chapter 358
Emperor Jianxi behind the gauze tent suddenly coughed violently, and Huang Chongde immediately stepped forward with water to caress Emperor Jianxi's back.

When he straightened up again, Huang Chongde frowned. He turned around and said coldly, "Mr. Xiaoge, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so surprised."

Song Na didn't make any excuses, while Song Bozong bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, forgive me... Song Na just cared about His Majesty, so he was in a hurry."

"I'm not worried about the south of the city!" Emperor Jianxi glanced fiercely at Song Bozong, "My personal soldiers are watching over there, who can make waves?"

Song Bozong frowned slightly, hesitant to speak, but Song Na who was at the side called out again, "Your Majesty..."

"Okay!" Emperor Jianxi waved his sleeves in disgust, he narrowed his eyes, his eyes were full of resentment, "What kind of people are Qin Tianjian, your official department—your official department!! A group of lunatics who have no father and no king are in charge of my astronomy and calendar!"

Emperor Jianxi threw the water cup in his hand in front of Song Bozong, "Go back and check yourself to see what went wrong and how to fix it. I'm waiting!"

"Yes..." Song Bozong and Song Na kowtowed in unison.

Soon, the two faced the direction of Emperor Jianxi and exited the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

This time, Huang Chongde did not come out to see him off.

Song Na couldn't help frowning—this is a very intriguing thing.

Emperor Jianxi often acted as repulsive, but amidst his unpredictable majesty, he had his own barometer for others to guess - such as Yuan Zhen and Qiu Shi, such as Huang Chongde's face.

"Father..." Song Na said softly, "Today...today this..."

Song Bozong shook his head lightly, "This is not a place to talk, go out and talk."

Song Na immediately fell silent.

After leaving the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the Song family father and son did not leave the palace, they walked slowly towards the upper study room - the cabinet's office in the palace is near there.

Originally at this time, the cabinet members had already started the regular meeting after the morning court together with Emperor Jianxi, but these two days coincided with the national funeral, and Emperor Jianxi was in poor health, so the morning meeting and regular meeting were cancelled.

However, today is different. Before noon today, Jing Zhaoyin and Zheng Mi need to give a final report on the refugee case and the spies of the Jin people in the past few days, so the cabinet members need to go to the palace and wait at Sishi to wait together for this event that shakes the capital. result.

When he reached the palace road with no one around, Song Na spoke again.

"Today...today..."

"The meaning of the emperor is very clear." Song Bozong had already guessed what his son wanted to say, he glanced at Song Na, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Song Bozong said in a calm voice, "If people are angry today, it should be. I need someone to plug the hole."

Song Na was stunned for a moment, and then argued, "But...but..."

"It's nothing strange," Song Bozong let out a soft sneer from his throat, "Earlier when Chang Sheng wrote a letter into Da Nei, didn't the emperor just say that he turned his face, and he turned his face."

Song Na closed his eyes slightly, and finally stopped talking, but his expression became complicated for a while.

"...The more it is like this, the more you can't make Prince Gong feel too comfortable." Song Bozong seemed to mutter to himself, and he looked at his son, "How well do you know the situation in the camp in the south of the city?" How is it?"

Song Na didn't say much, and immediately took out a rolled-up letter from his sleeve, with a line of densely packed small characters on it.

Song Bozong immediately took it for a closer look.

In this secret report, Song Na's informant described in great detail all the major events that happened in the south of the city camp from sunrise to midnight yesterday.

—Burling again.

Why is she everywhere.

Before reading the whole article, Song Bozong couldn't help but look up, "...your informant is still as effective as ever, who wrote this?"

Song Na smiled.

"Okay," Song Bozong lowered his head and continued to read, "Don't ask me for my father."

In fact, Song Bozong asked Song Na many times about this question, but every time Song Na chose not to say it-on this point, Song Bozong understood and supported it.

If you really want to keep a secret, you should start by keeping your mouth shut with those closest to you.

However, Song Bozong couldn't help sighing every time he got this information—although his son is not good at words, he is indeed talented in knowing and employing people.

After putting away the letter, Song Bozong's face finally softened.

"At this juncture, I still think about not killing innocent people indiscriminately," he sighed calmly, "It's really a woman's kindness."

"Father... I think there is... where... no... no..."

"There are too many things that are wrong." Song Bozong lowered his eyes, his expression still unchanged, and he whispered, "I want to find out who is the spy of the Jinren among more than a thousand people overnight... This is simply a dream .

"Even if this pharmacist knows how to perceive people's hearts, it is impossible for everyone to tell the truth in such a short period of time. What's more, he is not an ordinary person. , could it be an idler?"

Song Bozong said softly, "It is precisely because the emperor saw this clearly that he sent the Zuowei camp."

How could Emperor Jianxi pay attention to the lives of more than a thousand people in this area - all he cared about was whether the treacherous evil could be eradicated.

Song Bozong looked at the stone road in the palace where there was no one in front of him, and his heart became more and more calm.

Yes, Prince Gong likes to use these useless false names, and Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong didn't even stop him.

These pedantic people...

Sometimes it is fatal to cherish feathers too much.

Song Na also wanted to understand a little bit at this time, and he moved closer to his father, "Then father this time... is... wants to..."

"When you leave the palace at noon, go find a few trustworthy people in the court, and go in person," Song Bozong said softly, "Regardless of the confession and result of Bai Ling's interrogation today, you will read it hard."

Song Na nodded, "This... this is simple."

——Even if it is an ordinary file, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will not have to worry about finding a few doubts in the iron case, let alone a large-scale interrogation like today.

The result must be full of flaws and without scrutiny.

"Let them first come to resist the wrath of the Holy One." Song Bozong's mouth sank, and he raised his eyes to look at today's clear sky, "It's time for the Ministry of Rites to start discussing the title of the little prince, right? ...you should keep an eye on that side."

……

In the camp south of the city, Zheng Mi was waiting anxiously outside a dense forest that was temporarily drawn out.

In the middle of the night yesterday, Bo Ling selected fifty safe and reliable soldiers for General Toshin, and brought many paints and pieces of paper to follow her into the dense forest. A general who is extremely familiar with everything——it was also requested by Bo Ling.

In addition, the eldest son Chen Yicong also volunteered to follow him.

Seeing that the hour was about to pass, Zheng Mi was in a hurry—in order to cooperate with Bai Ling, he almost transferred half of the people from the Jingzhao Yin Yamen...

But at this time, he didn't even see the most basic questioning framework.

"Master Zheng," Bai Yi's voice sounded behind Zheng Mi, "Where is Bai Ling, hasn't she come out yet?"

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