imperial psychologist

Chapter 391 Forgive and Farewell

The confrontation outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation is still going on.

Under Han Chong's command, the fire guns occupying a high position quickly cleared the battlefield within fifty steps near the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Don't we have firecrackers!?" Song Bozong was choked by the smell of sulfur and coughed again and again, but he managed to save his life and retreated to a safe place in time.

"Yes..." Mu Chengda gritted his teeth and said.

"Then go! Let's go too!"

"That's the Hall of Mental Cultivation!" Mu Chengda yelled, "The emperor's body is still inside, you fired a gun? Injured the emperor, you can bear the responsibility, I can't bear it!"

"It's already this time, so what—"

Mu Chengda ignored the jumping Song Bozong, he turned his head, "Damn it, archer! The archer is in place!"

Soon, under Mu Chengda's command, the Zuowei battalion, which had recovered, quickly rearranged the queue.

——The number of Jinyiwei who descended from the sky is estimated to be no more than fifty. Even though these people are armed with firearms and cannot easily approach them, their ammunition must be extremely limited.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was besieged, and it was impossible for them to resupply ammunition.

As long as they keep charging and charging, they will always run out of ammunition and food.

——It is true that Song Bozong's "fire gun" is indeed the simplest and most effective method, but Mu Chengda will not do it until the last step. Once the body of Emperor Jianxi is injured, no matter whether it is King Gong or Song Bozong who wins in the end , he will inevitably take this life into it.

He didn't believe that Song Bozong would be able to protect his glory and wealth at that time.

Now Song Bozong himself is holding a will, if it is true, then Mu Chengda is the Qing emperor’s internal disaster, if it is false, he is deceived by the chief minister of the cabinet...

Mu Chengda, who had been the leader of the Zuowei Battalion for a long time, kept this retreat for himself.

When the archers were in place, Mu Chengda ordered to attack again, and ordered the archers to release arrows at the moment when the firecrackers were lit.

There were no sandbags or other masks prepared in the inner palace, and ordinary shields could not withstand the power of the firecrackers... After repeated attacks, a mountain of corpses piled up outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

But the frequency of the fire system ringing in the Hall of Mental Cultivation is also slowly decreasing.

Dongfang gradually revealed his fish belly.

This night is about to pass.

……

In the poison prison, the torture against Bo Ling has ended.

Huang Chongde was already old, and he obviously couldn't stand the heavy punishment. Coupled with Eunuch Huang's consistent status in the palace, the palace servants in the poison prison gave priority to prying Bai Ling's mouth open.

After hearing that this girl secretly sent away the son, everyone thought that Bai Ling would be a very strong person—but no, she cried from the first time the whip was thrown on Bai Ling.

Punishment whips are different from ordinary whips. Before using them, the palace people will soak the whips in clear water overnight to let them fully absorb water, so as to enhance the toughness of the whip body-every time the whip is lowered, the skin will be torn apart.

To the surprise of the people in the prison palace, this Bai Ling looked like an amateur who had never received endurance training. She was powerless against these instruments of torture, and even died of severe pain when she was whipped for the third time. Passed out.

So the palace servants from Zhen Prison brought a bucket of salt water and poured it directly on her head—this could not only sting the wound, but also prevent the whiplash from becoming infected too quickly to a certain extent.

I don't know how many times it has been repeated like this.

The palace servants of the Poison Prison carried Bai Ling back to the cell, and after opening the iron lock, Bai Ling, who was covered in bruises, was thrown straight onto the ground where the sewage was flowing.

The torture stopped, but the pain continued.

Bai Ling had imagined the situation of her being imprisoned, but until now, she didn't understand how superficial her previous imagination was.

She rejoiced—fortunately, she didn't ask Chen Yicong what he was going to do. If the prince had really told her at that time, she might not have survived the first whipping in the prison.

In the dark long corridor of Zhen Prison, there was a sound of footsteps, and it seemed that some important person was coming.

The palace people stopped what they were doing and looked back - they saw Qu Xiu in a new suit striding forward.

Behind him, the imperial concubine Qu followed closely.

Ever since Emperor Jianxi passed away and the fierce battle took place at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, everyone knew that something unusual had happened.

All the rules suddenly changed, people no longer dare to act according to the old rules, but they dare not completely abandon the existing rules——

For example, at this moment, Qu Xiu brought the imperial concubine and a group of soldiers from the left guard battalion to the gate of Zhen Prison, and asked to meet Bo Ling by name. This was against the rules, but the palace officials dared not disobey.

Seeing the former arrogant Si Yao fall to the ground so weakly, Qu Xiu laughed out loud.

"Isn't it amazing? Why..." He grinned, "It's a bear now!"

Burling glanced at him feebly.

"You are beaten...you are also a bear," Bai Ling raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "If you don't believe me, try..."

Qu Xiu spat into the cell door.

He looked back at the imperial concubine, "Time is running out, you said you have a way to get Bai Ling to tell the whereabouts of the prince, you ask now, hurry up."

Qu shook his head, "You are all here, I can't find out."

"Where are so many shits going on? Can't you just pretend that we're not here?"

Qu raised her head and looked at Qu Xiu, but said with a smile, "What is second brother afraid of? Bo Ling was beaten like this and thrown in prison. I don't have the ability to unlock her. Can I let her go?"

"Am I afraid? Who am I afraid of?" Qu Xiu flicked his sleeves coldly, "I'll give you a moment of incense!"

The crowd dispersed.

Bai Ling tried his best to raise his head——Qu approached the cell, holding the iron bars with both hands, his eyes full of pity.

"Bai Ling, are you okay? Does it matter?"

Bai Ling shook her head, she looked back with some guilt, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

She suddenly remembered the phrase "Can I trust you?" that Qu asked her on the palace wall that day.

Now she finally answered this sentence with actions - just like Qu Xiu, Mrs. Qu, and Song Bozong, when she thought it was necessary, she also lied to Qu Shi without hesitation.

Not only broke the promise to the imperial concubine, but also completely violated the professional ethics of a consultant.

Taking advantage of the imperial concubine's trust in him, he defrauded Emperor Jianxi's blank letter from her.

The imperial concubine bent her knees and slowly knelt on the ground.

"I know everything about tonight." Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried, but she smiled again, just like her usual gentleness.

"Don't say I'm sorry... Even if you didn't lie to me tonight, but told me that you were going to save Prince Gong's son, I would still give you the handbook.

"If the time was turned back ten years, I would do the same thing as you." The imperial concubine said softly.

Berlin just shook his head.

The imperial concubine's consolation not only did not make her relax in the slightest, but made her even more ashamed.

"Concubine Ning committed suicide." The imperial concubine said softly, "She set a fire in Xianfu Palace, and died by slaying herself in the raging fire... That's what the maid told me."

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment.

"...So I think, maybe I should come and talk to you again." Qu Guifei said softly.

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