imperial psychologist

Chapter 392 The Return of the King

"...Why?" Bo Ling's voice was a little dry.

"Because her younger brother," Concubine Qu Gui said softly, "is only 11 years old, the same age as you... He also participated in the mutiny in the Zuowei camp tonight... Did you hear the sound of firearms?"

Bai Ling shook his head again.

"Maybe this is underground, so I can't hear you." Concubine Qu Gui whispered, "They are attacking the Hall of Mental Cultivation... The emperor is still there, but unfortunately..."

It's a pity that this last side will never be seen again.

Qu Shi was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

"Concubine Ning died, it seems that I should be sad... but I didn't." She said softly, "I was relieved for her instead.

"The Xue family is the same as the Chang family. They are full of loyalty. Like my mother, she is a person who values ​​integrity more than life... I understand her grief."

Qu Shi thought for a while, and his expression became solemn.

"You know, I used to be very envious of Xue Yang. I envied her for living extremely enthusiastically even in the deep palace, always knowing what she wanted, and always being steadfast. I often wanted to be like her.

"But that's not my way anymore, so I never learned.

"I understand some things too late." Qu Shi felt a little bit sentimental, "But fortunately, I finally understand.

"Your Majesty..." Bai Ling struggled to support his upper body, "You..."

"Time is running out," Qu looked at the girl in front of him, "Don't interrupt me, let me finish."

Bai Ling clenched his lower lip.

"Where did you just say..." Qu blinked her eyes, she recalled for a while, and then said with a smile, "Ah, about my way... I remember when you entered the palace last time, I talked with you This, but at that time I was only vaguely aware of a direction, and I didn't think too clearly.

"It's true, as Concubine Ning said before, sometimes I'm too 'weak'. If I can have half of her determination... I won't be forced to this point by my mother and brother.

"But the same thing," Qu laughed, "if I had half as much determination as Concubine Ning, I wouldn't be her friend... Except for me, almost no one in the palace could tolerate her temperament.

"Am I really weak?" Qu shook his head lightly, "No, I'm not weak, people like Qu Xiu are weak. I just hope too much to make people around me live well, but I lack some skills...

"After all, if a person doesn't know how to satisfy himself, he won't know how to satisfy others; if he doesn't know how to take care of himself, he can't take care of others well."

Qu looked thoughtfully at the rotten straw nearby.

"Gentleness is never a fault, my real fault... should be entering the palace as the emperor's concubine, and carrying the expectations of the Qu family behind me.

"As for A Tuo..." There was pity in Qu's eyes, "There are some things that cannot be avoided after all... It's a pity that he was born in the emperor's family."

Having said that, Qu looked down at Bo Ling.

"I came here tonight, almost because I want to tell you this. I want to thank you, and I also want you not to blame yourself for some things in the future. I often think back to the first time I saw you..."

Speaking of this, Qu smiled, "I feel like I have lived a new life in the past few months."

She looked at Bo Ling with a little nostalgia, "It's really great to meet you..."

Looking at each other, Bai Ling's tears welled up.

"I embroidered a purse for you. I didn't bring it here because I thought it was dirty." Qu stood up, and she gently patted the dust on the top of her skirt, "I put it in the east of Chengqian Palace. Under the bed where you often sleep in Piandian, remember to get it after you go out.

"...you will be safe, Bo Ling." Qu said in a low voice, she lowered her eyes and nodded, as if to echo the words just now, "You... will all be safe."

……

"Draw the knife."

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Han Chong issued the final order.

The ammunition for the firecrackers has been exhausted so far, but the soldiers of the Zuowei Battalion are still launching new sieges against the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

36 embroidered spring knives were unsheathed at different positions in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next attack of the rebels.

After enduring the battle all night, everyone in the Hall of Mental Cultivation showed a similar exhaustion—except Mr. Heng Yuan, whose face was pale and weak from the beginning.

Another wave of arrow rain hit, everyone had already hid behind the hard furniture, feather arrows pierced more paper windows, and shot the Hall of Mental Cultivation to be riddled with holes - only Qiu Shi was alone. Shi frowned tightly, enduring his fear and throwing himself on Emperor Jianxi's body.

After the rain of arrows, it was the charge.

Mr. Hengyuan looked at the morning light cast from those broken windows——

Its daybreak.

That night, the people in Pingjing City stayed up all night.

First, the emperor's death knell sounded, and then there were strange and frightening sounds of battle in the palace.

At dawn, the north gate of Pingjing City was blasted open.

Everyone was afraid that it wasn't the golden man who had already approached the city, but they gradually heard that it was the heir of Prince Gong's mansion who returned to the city with a black wave of mausoleum guards to put down the rebellion.

The brave young man sneaked to the main road of Pingjing City, hid in the shadows of the buildings, and watched the slowly approaching team from afar.

Chen Yicong was dressed in rags, his face covered with mud and blood.

Holding aloft the edict that Huang Chongde personally handed over to him last night, he walked towards the imperial palace in the center of Pingjing step by step.

Behind him, the iron armor of five thousand mausoleum guards shone coldly in the sunlight.

Pingjing had never seen such an army—they all wore black masks, and every step was uniform, like dead soldiers walking out of a graveyard.

The boy's voice echoed over Pingjing——

"The No. 40 descendants of Zhuanggong, the ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the No. 16 descendants of Taizu Shengyuan Emperor, the great-great-grandson of Emperor Gaozu Jiahe, the great-grandson of Emperor Tianqi, the grandson of Emperor Jianxi, and Chen Yicong, the son of the new Prince Gong. Five thousand King Qin's dead soldiers return to Beijing, Jingping civil strife, sweeping away rebellious ministers!"

"The No. 40 descendants of Duke Zhuang, the ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the No. 16 descendants of Taizu Shengyuan Emperor, and the great-great-grandson of Emperor Jiahe..."

"Great Zhou ancestor Zhuang Gong No. 40 six generations of descendants..."

The boy repeated it over and over again, his voice changed from high pitched to hoarse at first.

Jingping civil turmoil!

Sweep out the traitors!

The people rushed to tell each other that they couldn't memorize the long ancestral family tree in front of Chen Yicong, but everyone understood one thing - the noise they heard last night was treason!It is usurper!
Who is plotting rebellion?
Who is usurping the throne?
do not know!
But in short, now the orthodox descendants of Da Zhou have returned with an army of King Qin!
The faces of the common people showed some kind of unconcealable excitement, as if the throne belonged to their own family - it is rare to see such excitement today.

Everyone is aware that a history that will inevitably be written in the history books in the future is now happening under their noses.

(End of this chapter)