imperial psychologist

Chapter 399 I don't need a psychologist here
"It seems to be Mr. Zheng..." Bai Yi looked out the door and guessed from the voice.

When he turned his head again, Bo Ling resumed his previous sleeping position, sleeping himself into a small ball.

"Bai Ling." Bai Yi shouted again in a low voice, he gently reached out and held Bai Ling's shoulder, "Don't you want to know what's going on outside?"

Burling shook his head.

She pulled up the quilt and covered her head.

Bai Yi was silent for a long time, and then said in a low voice, "...In the end, we have to look forward."

"There are enough people going forward," Bo Ling's voice came from under the quilt, "I'm not the only one missing."

"How could it be that you are not one behind? Isn't this what you pushed so hard and we all hoped to see?" Bai Yi looked at her, "There are still a lot of things to do right now, you are here The only psychologist—”

"There is no need for a psychologist here." Bai Ling interrupted Bai Yi almost immediately.

Bai Yi pulled away a corner of Bo Ling's quilt, looked at her face, "Are you still blaming yourself for the imperial concubine?"

Berlin didn't answer.

"Don't blame yourself," Bai Yi said in a low voice, "...it's not your fault."

"Who is at fault?" Bo Ling asked softly.

Bai Yi thought for a while, and the names of Song Bozong and Qu Xiu came to mind, but these obvious answers were meaningless.

"...In short, no one will blame you for this matter."

"Yes." Bo Ling responded with closed eyes, "Even my mother came to see me before she died, so that I don't blame myself... Mrs. Qu is dead, and Qu Xiu is going to die too. No one will blame me anymore gone."

"That's not what I meant," Bai Yi considered his words, "I meant to say—"

"There is no need for a psychologist here." Berlin repeated.

Bai Yi frowned in confusion, "Why?"

"Is there a need for 'people' here?" Bo Ling whispered, "There is no need for 'people' here at all...

"It doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter what you want...it matters where you stand.

"Where you stand, you have to play a good role. The treatment is not really to make anyone live well, but the sick person can no longer abide by the rules, so he needs to be cured.

"But only those who are sick can live well here. Look at those old maids, look at the old lady, look at Qu Xiu—they are living like ducks in water. Just pass the pressure on your shoulders down. Daughter, throw it to my sister... to the little prince.

"The imperial concubine can also put all these expectations on the little prince, so that she herself will not be so tired, but she is not willing to..."

But what if she doesn't want to, when Emperor Jianxi was around, there was Chengqian Palace where she could hide, and when the emperor died, who could leave this world for her.

Bo Ling squeezed the purse in his palm.

——not to mention the choice she made between Yangxin Palace and Chengqian Palace at the last moment.

Concubine Ning is dead, brother is rebellious, so many people are betting their cards on A Tuo.

Everyone started their own team.

Facing the turbulent waves in front of her, there was only one imperial concubine.

In the past few months of consultation, what Bai Ling has been doing is nothing more than making the imperial concubine realize her own strength-she can completely block her mother's control, and she can completely get rid of her brother's blood-sucking. These confinement are like glass plates, make up your mind Go for a bump, and it will be smashed away soon.

Although this power comes entirely from her status as a noble concubine - all her shackles also come from this.

Qu had noticed this contradiction early on, but neither she nor Bo Ling realized the danger behind it.

Everything was never going to be smooth sailing.

The barely constructed barrier was shattered before it could be strengthened.

"Think of yourself as a screw, as a horse...it's good to see yourself as anything, but don't think of yourself as a person, wouldn't it be better." Bo Ling said softly.

Just like what Zheng Shu said before, let the empress show the strength to satisfy the old lady, and let her become a noble concubine that everyone praises.

In this way... maybe that night, she would choose to take the child and escape with the rebels.

As long as people are alive, there are still infinite possibilities, isn't it?
Bai Yi frowned—this was not something that Bai Ling would say at all.

"what are you talking about?"

"I'm saying," Bo Ling said in a low voice, "since you're living here, don't think about being a human being, a tool, or a falcon dog. It's best not to have those thoughts of breaking free for a moment.

"Everyone works diligently, and diligently bears the burden..." Bai Ling's voice paused, "Maybe the ending will be better instead?"

"What ending?" Bai Yi was a little annoyed, "Did your brain burn out, or did you regret that day and shouldn't have shot at all?"

Bo Ling shook his head, "...No."

"then you--"

Before Bai Yi finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly came.

"The little imperial doctor looks good, haha—"

Zheng Mi stepped in from the door. He was wearing a mask and an isolation suit. His hands were wet, apparently washed by the apprentices as usual.

However, after entering the door, he noticed that the atmosphere in the room seemed to be a little bit wrong.

Bai Yi's expression was a bit dull, while Bai Ling was lying on the side with his back, not saying a word.

"Uh." He blinked his eyes, "It's...you can go to the ground now."

Bai Yi raised his eyes and looked at him tiredly, "What's the matter, Mr. Zheng?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I just came to see you," Zheng Mi waved his hand, and he looked at Bai Ling beside him, "Bai Siyao, she...?"

"We're all fine." Bai Yi replied in a low voice.

Zheng Mi let out a soft sigh, and heaved a sigh of relief—every time he came these days, he never encountered Bai Ling awake, and it was not easy for him to wake up the patient, so he had to take a look at Bai Yi's bedside , chat with Bai Shijun, and then send what he saw and heard that day to the palace.

Although this Xichaifang can't see outsiders now, it looks like a sparsely populated place, but it has long been a hot place outside - how many eyes are staring at this place day and night, if it wasn't for Zhen's order through the mouth of Emperor Qitai that no one should disturb the Qingxiu here , I am afraid that the threshold of this hospital will be broken.

Just when Zheng Mi was thinking about what should be used to break the silence, Bai Yi spoke first, "Is your son alright?"

"It's time to call him the prince." Zheng Mi smiled, "Everything is fine, everything is fine, everyone outside is concerned about the situation of the two of you, especially the empress..."

"Empress," Bai Yi responded for a while, "Princess Zhen?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Zheng Mi nodded, "Ever since he was frightened that night in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the emperor's health has been bad. These days, the empress is taking care of her. The husband and wife are deeply affectionate..."

The bright daylight came in from the window, and listening to Zheng Mi's narration, Bai Yi suddenly felt that one day in the mountains was a thousand years in the world.

(End of this chapter)