imperial psychologist

Chapter 388 Tearing the Painted Skin
After passing the Chunhua Gate, the road in front of him suddenly became familiar.

Go straight down this road, then turn left, and then you will find the Chengqian Palace—Bai Ling has walked this road many times alone, but never has she felt so uneasy like today.

Does Qu Shi know what will happen tonight?

Probably didn't know... With her attitude towards her mother and brother in the past two months, Qu Xiu would not tell her such an important and secret plan.

So will Qu agree to give himself the third handwriting?
Bo Ling suddenly felt as if his heart was being tightened by a few thin and sharp threads.

To hand over the written order, to Qu, it is tantamount to surrendering the lives of himself and his children...

To achieve this step alone, Bai Ling is not sure, and dare not take this risk, there is only one way before her——

No matter what means, get that handbook.

Even if your feet tremble, you must finish this road.

……

The night was deeper.

Bai Yi was in the courtyard of Berlin, holding a lamp and trying the keys one by one.

After roughly figuring out the corresponding door lock, he took a candle and glanced at the corner of the backyard where the sundries were piled up, and pushed away the sack with unknown contents on it, and there was an old two-wheeled cart underneath.

Bai Yi cleaned it up.

When everything was done, there was another round of drumming outside the courtyard.

Berlin has been gone for more than an hour.

At the same time, all officials above the fourth grade in Beijing received an urgent order to enter the palace and wait at the left armpit gate outside the square of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

People were discussing in low voices, forming a buzzing sound wave.

And with the opening of a palace door, the voices of the crowd suddenly fell.

Prince Gong's concubine Zhenshi appeared in everyone's sight - people were a little surprised that the concubine was also summoned tonight.

The eunuch leading the way walked in front with his head down, and Zhen Shi stepped forward slowly on the cold stone path without looking sideways.

The courtiers all bowed their heads.

People looked at this dignified and virtuous princess from the corner of their eyes, with sincere respect and humility on their expressions.

This should be the next queen of Da Zhou.

It wasn't until the figure of the princess gradually faded away that the crowd gradually became noisy again.

Zheng Mi was also there, but he didn't have the heart to talk to others, he just sat aside with a heavy heart, looking up at the southwest corner of the sky.

——The comet that once burned half of the night sky, now only a faint red shadow remained.

Zheng Mi couldn't explain why, but felt that his heart was full of uneasiness and anxiety.

……

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the ministers of the cabinet stood in dim candlelight.

Song Bozong and Sun Beiji stood at the front, and the two old men turned towards Emperor Jianxi's bed expressionlessly. Behind them, the other cabinet members did the same.

Mrs. Zhen walked past these courtiers and saluted outside the hall. Song Bozong looked coldly at Mrs. Zhen's back, and then looked away numbly.

At the moment when Mrs. Zhen finished her grand ceremony, Prince Gong's heart-piercing cry suddenly came from the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Everyone was shocked - the emperor died.

Sure enough, there was a rapid sound of bronze drums in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The sound of the drums spread out like waves in the dark night. After hearing the waves, the turrets around the palace also beat heavy drums in response.

From the inner palace to the outer court, all the courtiers fell to their knees like the tide.

Everyone beat their chests and feet like a dead father, and burst into tears. Several people fainted because of crying too excitedly. The palace people carried them aside and handed them over to the doctors of the Imperial Hospital.

Emperor Jianxi, who had been in power for 45 years, finally finished his life on this rainy summer day.

However, how many people in this cry came from the heart, I am afraid that only they themselves know.

Before the imperial collapse, Prince Gong hugged Emperor Jianxi's arm tightly - at this moment he finally felt that the person sleeping on the bed had become a close relative.

Although until his death, the last exhortation he said to himself was just "don't drop gold".

But it's finally over...

He no longer has to endure this moody and majestic father. From now on, he can also straighten his back and do things in an upright manner...

Prince Gong's tears couldn't stop flowing, every drop was scalding hot.

Huang Chongde knelt behind Prince Gong, his eyes were dry - he was already too old, and the care of the past few days had drained his tears.

What's more, there are more important things waiting for him to take care of.

Sure enough, Qiu Shi stumbled in almost at this moment, knelt down in front of Prince Gong and cried, "My lord, go out and have a look, they...they are making a fuss outside."

Prince Gong stopped crying, and turned around in a daze, "Who is making trouble?"

"My lord, you are here to guard the emperor," Huang Chongde said in a low voice, "This old servant goes out to have a look."

Prince Gong nodded again and again, looking at Huang Chongde's retreating back, a sense of ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

The people outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation had already divided into two groups, the palace people looked at the scene in front of them in bewilderment, and didn't know who to help for a while.

"Song Bozong! What do you want to do!"

Zhang Shouzhong's eyes are like copper bells, his official hat has been knocked off in the dispute, but he has no time to take care of these, he just struggles to stand in front of Mrs Zhen - the soldiers of the Left Guard camp who were guarding near the Hall of Mental Cultivation, just now He actually drew his sword at the princess.

And this order to kill was actually given by Song Bozong himself.

"The emperor was murdered..." Song Bozong's voice was extremely sad, "Old minister, I can only follow the will of the emperor's father, clear the emperor's side, and calm the civil strife!"

"What civil turmoil?" Sun Beiji stood beside Zhang Shouzhong and asked in a cold voice.

The situation before us couldn't be more clear.

Really reversed.

It's just that no one thought that it would be Zuo Weiying who had always been loyal to Emperor Jianxi... Before entering the palace tonight, Sun and Zhang naively thought that this was at least a trump card they could rely on.

"Bring Chen Yicong here." Song Bozong said in a trembling voice.

Zhen's whole body trembled slightly.

——According to Emperor Jianxi's instructions, during the parting vigil for him, Prince Gong stood by the bed, and the prince personally took care of the longevity lamp he lit behind the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"How dare you call your son by his name—"

"Grab...grab...grab it." Song Na pointed at Zhang Shouzhong, who was furious, and then pointed to his own mouth, "Gag...Gag it."

The soldiers stepped forward and knocked the thin civil official to the ground with one punch.

The palace people stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.

At this moment, the ministers of the Great Zhou were grabbed without dignity like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered-the official robe was dragged, the sleeves were torn off, and Zhang Shouzhong was restrained and pressed to kneel on the ground.

He spat, and two teeth and blood fell to the ground.

Sun Beiji clenched his fists in despair.

Zhang Shouzhong is not a person who doesn't know how to endure, but now it's the moment when there is no way to retreat - forbearance is meaningless, or he is angry, he would rather die here.

Zhang Shouzhong didn't stop yelling until he was silenced.

Song Bozong glanced back at the other cabinet ministers behind him, "Who else?"

Everyone bowed their heads submissively.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Zhen already understood what happened.

A burst of chaotic footsteps approached, and the prince wearing a vicious ghost mask was escorted over with folded arms. Sparks sparkled in Zhen's eyes, and she scolded in a low voice, "Let go!"

Song Bozong snorted, "This is not Prince Gong's Mansion, Princess. They won't listen to you."

As he spoke, Song Bozong walked up to the prince with trembling steps.

"The prince and the son conspired to kill the king, such a heinous thing... I have searched through the history books, and I have never seen it before. It is a pity that the old minister failed to see through your painted skin in time—"

He slowly uncovered Shi Zi's ghostly face that guards the lamp.

Under the mask, a face he was very familiar with appeared - but it was not Chen Yicong.

Song Bozong turned pale with fright, and the mask fell to the ground, making a painless sound.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze.

Everyone followed Song Bozong's gaze. Opposite him, the person wearing the dark red light guard robe specially tailored for the prince was none other than the imperial psychologist who was promoted by Emperor Jianxi not long ago.

Berlin.

(End of this chapter)