imperial psychologist

Chapter 390 Ah Heng
A burst of rustling sounds came from all around.

On the eaves and palace walls of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there were suddenly twenty or thirty Jinyiwei dressed in flying fish suits.

Song Bozong looked at the scene in front of him, his shock turned into anger in an instant,

"...You are actually Prince Gong's man!"

"You're wrong, Mr. Song Ge." Han Chong replied in a low voice, "Jin Yiwei is the emperor's man. Whoever opposes the emperor is opposing Jin Yiwei. The emperor's bones are not cold in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. As a veteran of the three dynasties, you This disturbs the court...

"...It even endangers the life of my Prince Zhou." Han Chong's eyes were piercing, "The Shenji Camp cannot be left alone."

God machine camp.

Zhang Shouzhong's eyes trembled slightly, and the word hit his heart, sparking a spark of hope almost immediately.

He immediately raised his eyes to see the Jin Yiwei who suddenly appeared.

Except for a small number of Jinyiwei who rushed to the front with traditional knives and shields, more Jinyiwei guarding high places were armed with improved firecrackers.

——Things like firecrackers have appeared as early as the Tianqi era. It is powerful, but it is completely impractical.

Those troops who tried to bring fire to the battlefield were often injured by fire and explosions caused by various reasons before they had time to face the enemy.

Even if they survived this step, in the real exchange of fire, there will always be a large number of firecrackers that misfire.

Therefore, it is more often used as a symbolic heavy weapon and placed on the edge of the barracks, and has never really been put into war on a large scale.

Zhang Shouzhong remembered that after Emperor Jianxi finished his last northern tour, he once had the idea of ​​​​renovating the weapons and equipment of the three armed forces, and Zhang Shouzhong even drafted a document for this purpose.

However, after returning to Beijing, Emperor Jianxi never mentioned this matter again, and the Ministry of War had no choice but to give up.

Later, Zhang Shouzhong also vaguely heard some rumors that Emperor Jianxi had approved a piece of land in the suburbs of Beijing, and a large amount of saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal flowed there every month.

At that time, like everyone else, he felt that it was another branch of an alchemy room.

never thought...

"Please invite the prince, princess, and two adults into the palace."

Following Han Chong's order, several Jinyi guards stepped forward to untie Zhang Shouzhong, and helped Zhang Shouzhong and Prince Gong, who were already unsteady, back into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Emperor Jianxi was still lying there.

Looking at the emperor on the bed with a peaceful expression, Mrs. Zhen felt turmoil in her heart—Emperor Jianxi was too suspicious... He was so suspicious that he never trusted anyone, even his own personal guards, and arranged for a latent force to come checks and balances.

So where is the person who can check and balance this force?

After entering the house, all the Jinyi guards locked all the windows in the Hall of Mental Cultivation as quickly as possible, and immediately there was a huge roar and flickering fires in the courtyard.

The screams continued.

Prince Gong curled up in Zhen Shi's arms with red eyes. He called Zhen Shi's name one after another, and gently shook Zhen Shi's arm with repentance and pleading, but Zhen Shi didn't look at him once.

Zhang Shouzhong and Sun Beiji barely stood behind them.

Zhang Shouzhong stared at the paper window of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and wept again.

Zhang Shouzhong didn't cover his ears like the others, but let the gunfire make his ears hurt, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

He knew that tonight, he would probably shed all the tears in his life.

With the roar of artillery fire, the main entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was opened very quickly, and then quickly closed again.

A figure wearing a black cloak appeared in the temple.

Zhen Shi obviously felt that Prince Gong in his arms trembled.

The four of them looked at the new man in black at the same time—the Jin Yiwei brought by Han Chong obviously respected him. When he walked slowly through the corridor of Emperor Jianxi, all the people on both sides bowed their heads to him say hello.

"Minggong."

"Minggong."

"Ming Gong..."

That's what they called the visitor.

The face of the visitor was hidden under the hood, making it difficult to see the expression clearly.

Although they knew it was useless, Zhang Shouzhong and Sun Beiji reluctantly moved their positions and stood in front of Prince Gong and Concubine Wang.

Mr. Heng Yuan also stopped at this moment.

He took off his black hood, showing his true colors for the first time in decades of captivity.

His face was thin and pale, his hair was not bundled up, his appearance and temperament were somewhat similar to that of Emperor Jianxi, but a little more refined and elegant.

No one recognized him.

"...Are you that 'Minggong'?" Zhen said in a low voice, with a bit of vigilance, "Who are you?"

Both Sun and Zhang were a little surprised when they heard this - it seemed that this man in a black cloak who was about the same age as Prince Gong knew the concubine.

Mr. Hengyuan stood there, looking at the princess sitting on the ground with gentle eyes.

"Sister Junping." He whispered.

Zhen Shi was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but raised her head again, looking at Mr. Heng Yuan's face seriously.

Prince Gong obviously felt his wife's body stiffen slightly, he tried his best to support his upper body, and also wanted to see Mr. Hengyuan's face.

Zhen Shi looked at him for a long time, and suddenly her eyes moved slightly, as if she finally remembered something, with a bit of uncertainty and suspicion, she gently read a name.

"... Ah Heng?"

"Yeah." Mr. Heng Yuan sighed softly, seemingly with infinite feelings, "It's me."

……

In a post station on the outskirts of Beijing, in a haystack, Bai Yi was panting with blood all over his body, while Chen Yicong also suffered some minor injuries.

Not far away was the stable of the post station—they used the handbook brought by Boling to leave the palace gate and then the city gate, but soon after leaving the city, the pursuers caught up.

From here to Yongling, it takes about two hours to walk, and about half an hour to ride a horse. They entered the post station in the dark, but they didn't even think about chasing soldiers, and they came right away.

Now these people are searching the guest room of the inn, but they haven't found it yet, but two officers and soldiers have already guarded the exit of the back door of the inn, and it will be a matter of time before they are discovered.

Chen Yicong looked at the torches in the hands of the officers and soldiers at the gate of the station, racking his brains to think of a way to escape.

"Your Highness," Bai Yi suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Yicong's wrist, "I have...a request."

Chen Yicong was a little surprised, he looked at Bai Yi, "What?"

"Just in case, I mean just in case, my life is here tonight, my sister, and my father..." Bai Yi grabbed Chen Yicong's hand suddenly, "Can you help me take care of it?"

Just as Chen Yicong wanted to agree, he immediately sensed the implication in this sentence, "...what do you want to do?"

"If this continues, the two of you will die together." Bai Yi's voice was low and filled with some kind of determination, "Since I promised Bai Ling to send you out safely, I will do what I said.

"That's all I ask," Bai Yi glanced sideways at the two gatekeepers, and murmured as if talking to himself, "Surely you can do it?"

"you--"

Before Chen Yicong could refuse, Bai Yi jumped up from the haystack, climbed up the low wall of the station in front of everyone, and turned over in two or three steps.

"People are here!!!"

"Climb the wall and run away! Climb the wall and run away!!"

After a burst of chaotic footsteps, the posthouse became quiet.

Behind the haystack, Chen Yicong had blue veins on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot. After confirming that all the pursuers had withdrawn, he quickly untied a group of tall horses in the dark.

After the horse neighed, he rode away.

(End of this chapter)