imperial psychologist

Chapter 374
Bo Ling walked around the yard completely.

She reviewed the list in her hand again, and felt that all the moving things that should be bought should have been taken care of.

The sun is getting higher and higher, and it is getting hotter.

The sunlight dappled through the flourishing branches and leaves above his head, and Bai Ling raised his head, "What kind of tree is this?"

"It's broad-leaved red, a kind of osmanthus."

"Osmanthus tree." Bai Ling repeated repeatedly, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Yes, there is still here."

She pointed to the shade under her feet, "Go and help me get a rocking chair, and put it under this big tree."

When the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, the whole courtyard should be very fragrant.

In autumn, when there are no chores, such a small courtyard filled with the fragrance of flowers is really suitable for reading.

Zhao Qi nodded aside, took out a fine tip, dipped it on the tip of his tongue, and added a sentence at the end of Bai Ling's list.

Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief. She stood under the shade of the trees and looked around the courtyard that belonged to her at the moment. Only then did she truly realize how pleasant it is to have an independent office area.

……

In Prince Gong's mansion, Mrs. Zhen is standing in front of the mirror, personally giving the Crown Prince a crown.

Zhen's seldom took out this jade lotus crown for his son to wear, firstly because it was heavy, and secondly because it was precious and fragile.

"Mother Concubine...I think it's ok." Chen Yicong got a little impatient with the wait, "No matter how straight you wear it now, wait for the baby to take two steps in a while—"

"Don't move." Zhen said softly.

Chen Yicong took a deep breath and sat down obediently.

Zhen took the Ziwu hairpin and gently passed through the hair crown, she whispered, "Your grandpa summoned you alone today, he must have something very important to say, you have to listen carefully and remember carefully, understand? .”

"Yes," Chen Yicong replied seriously, "My child understands."

"Listen more and talk less." Zhen added another sentence.

Chen Yicong responded noncommittally—he sometimes felt that the emperor on the throne he knew and was familiar with was not the same person as the emperor in the eyes of his parents.

But he understood that the concubine mother was worried that he would say something wrong, and she was telling him just to be on the safe side.

"Did you hear that?" Zhen asked.

Chen Yicong smiled, "I heard that."

At this time, Prince Gong had already gone out to the palace to discuss matters with the cabinet ministers, and Mrs. Zhen personally sent the son out.Zhen looked at her son's back, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

I always feel that it was just yesterday that Chen Yicong was still crying in his infancy, why all of a sudden, he seemed to have grown up.

Chen Yicong flew on the horse and looked back at his mother, seeing that she was lost in thought, he couldn't help calling softly, "Concubine mother?"

The princess looked at the prince again.

"Then I'm leaving." Chen Yicong said softly, "If the child comes back late at noon, mother and concubine don't wait for me, and eat by herself first."

Zhen Shi nodded.

Under the escort of the palace servants and guards, Chen Yicong's figure gradually disappeared on horseback.

Mrs. Zhen never went back, but stood there steadfastly until she watched Shi Zi completely disappear at the end of the road.

As the child grows up, there are some things that he can only handle by himself.

Only he can carry it by himself.

……

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Jianxi was half leaning on the soft cushion. His complexion today was slightly better than the previous two days, but his expression was frozen there, obviously very unhappy.

On the opposite side of Emperor Jianxi's soft collapse, there is the huge Zhou Jin map brought back from Guanshan.

And he was looking at the memorial sent by the cabinet while lying on his back with a livid face.

All of a sudden, all the notes handed over began to complain, how could he not understand the thoughts of these courtiers below—it was nothing more than handing over a few grievances first, and begging the court to solve them.

In this way, if there is something to be held accountable later, then take out this memorial again to argue that he did not neglect his duties, but had real "difficulties".

Emperor Jianxi replied one by one, and very rarely scolded all the courtiers in the memorial.

It's not his usual style.

The so-called unknowable punishment means unpredictable power.

When is the emperor's intimidation most frightening?It is always the most deterrent when the courtiers are confused when they are angry but not angry.

But now, Emperor Jianxi suddenly got tired of these tricks and hated these blunt gestures.

In his reply, he tried his best to ridicule his rage—only by imagining the frightened and ashen-faced look of these soft bones after receiving the memorial, can he calm down his anger.

Not long after, Qiu Shi came in with brisk steps and told Emperor Jianxi that the prince had arrived and was waiting outside.

Emperor Jianxi sighed softly, he put away the memorial in his hand, and put down his pen.

"What are you waiting for, let him in." Emperor Jianxi replied softly.

Qiu Shi turned around to pass on with a smile, and Emperor Jianxi also looked at Huang Chongde at this moment, "Where's the chessboard?"

"The servant is keeping it."

"Take it out." Emperor Jianxi stretched out his sleeves, leaned on the edge of the bed, and tried to sit up.

He finally showed a somewhat relaxed expression, "Today, I want to have a good game with Shizi."

Seeing that Emperor Jianxi's face gradually turned brighter, and Huang Chongde also showed a smile on his face, he nodded in response, and went to find the chessboard.

Chen Yicong's footsteps could already be heard outside, and Emperor Jianxi turned his gaze to the corridor, and Chen Yicong quickly entered his line of sight.

The young man approached, leaned over and kowtowed, "My son Chen Yicong, kowtow to the emperor's grandfather, long live my emperor, long live, long live—"

Emperor Jianxi was slightly taken aback.

Today, the prince didn't wear Taoist robes, but just like the night he saw Anhu visiting the garden, he changed into a formal robe that was almost formal.

Emperor Jianxi's eyes fell on the jade lotus crown on the crown of the crown prince.

"It was your mother who picked the hair crown for you." Emperor Jianxi asked softly.

Chen Yicong raised his head, before he could answer yes, he was suddenly startled by the expression on Grandpa Huang's face - he had indeed heard his mother and concubine mention several times that Grandpa Huang was not in good health recently, but he did not expect that the speed at which a person would age How could it be so fast.

"Why don't you answer?"

"...Yes." Chen Yicong replied, "My concubine personally chose this hair crown for me today."

Emperor Jianxi laughed, "Do you know the origin of this hair crown?"

Chen Yicong frowned slightly, "I don't know."

"I don't know... just go back and ask your concubine mother."

Emperor Jianxi sat up straight, his feet were on the ground, and he felt a little dizzy when he got up suddenly.

"Grandfather...?"

Emperor Jianxi didn't speak, just closed his eyes and waited for the dizziness to pass.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, and saw that Huang Chongde had returned with the chessboard and pieces, and was standing aside waiting.

He gestured to Huang Chongde to continue doing what he should do, so the palace people quickly moved a small table and a chair.

Soon, everything was put away.

"Chen Yicong, come here." Emperor Jianxi waved his hand at the prince, "Come again... play a game of chess with me."

(End of this chapter)