imperial psychologist

Chapter 406 Bo Ling's Life Experience

Bai Ling walked in slowly, the wounds on her thighs and knees were crusting, and she couldn't take too high a step yet.

However, the threshold of the Supervisor of Rituals was much higher than that of the ward of Xichaifang. Bo Ling supported the wall on the side, but failed to step over it several times.

So Yuan Zhen held her armpit and moved Bai Ling directly into the yard.

Using the same method, Bo Ling entered several doors of the two small courtyards, and finally stepped into the back room where Huang Chongde was.

She could smell a faint stink coming to her face—this was the peculiar smell of soap on the old man's body, and there was also a little bit of subtle rancidity.

Yuan Zhen didn't follow, but stood outside the door and gently closed the door.

On the bed, Huang Chongde had already woken up, and he waved to Bo Ling with a smile—his five fingers were all wrapped in white gauze, like five white cotton pillars.

After approaching, Bai Ling saw that some of these gauzes had been soaked with pale yellow tissue fluid.

These wounds that have not healed for a long time are probably the source of the rancid smell in this room.

Bo Ling looked away, and she saw an empty chair beside the bed, so Bo Ling touched its armrest and sat down slowly.

"Why do you look like an old man?" Huang Chongde smiled on the couch, "Is the injury better?"

Burling nodded.

She silently rolled up her sleeves, and the welts on her arms had formed dark brown scabs.

——Is it because of his young age? Bo Ling's body has already recovered from the torture that night in the poison prison.

Although she looks frail and emaciated now, it's clearly only a matter of time before she recovers.

It may not take a month for this exuberant vitality to lead her to find the exit.

"Okay." Huang Chongde said softly.

Berlin looked into the old man's eyes.

Counting seriously, the number of times she and this Eunuch Huang met in the palace can probably be counted on two hands.

Among them, she had to ask Eunuch Huang to do something, and some old people came to ask for a point or two.

For Bo Ling, Huang Chongde is also a kind elder.

He has an unrivaled insight into Emperor Jianxi's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, so he can always participate in the mediation of various affairs on many occasions and in ways that outsiders can't imagine.

Now this old man who has always been calm has also collapsed in the sick bed, and may be extinguished at any time.

Bai Ling waited quietly for Huang Chongde to speak—she vaguely felt that what she was going to say today was probably extraordinary.

"Actually, I took you to Chengqian Palace that day. It's the third time we met each other in these years." Huang Chongde looked at the girl in front of him with some pity.

"The second time..." Bo Ling blinked, "Is it the time when I met the Queen Mother at the west gate?"

Huang Chongde nodded.

Bai Ling understood a little bit, she whispered, "On the night when I was brought into the palace because of the queen mother, the one who kept asking me behind the paper window... was it you, father-in-law?"

"Yes." Huang Chongde whispered, "This world is so small, I never dreamed that we would see each other again."

Bai Ling frowned suspiciously.

"Before that, father-in-law saw me?"

"I've seen it before." Huang Chongde said in a low voice, "I hugged you... when you were not yet full moon."

Bai Ling's breathing suddenly froze, and she looked at the old man on the bed with some disbelief, "What?"

"You have...a very long, very long scar on your back, from your left shoulder...to the bottom of your right waist." Huang Chongde looked at Bai Ling, "Do you know how it hurt?"

Bai Ling froze there.

Regarding the scar on his back, Bo Ling asked Bai Shijun many times when he was a child, and Bai Shijun only said that he was born with it, probably a magical birthmark that grew into the shape of a scar.

Bo Ling didn't believe it all the time, but after a long time, he couldn't ask why, so this matter was left behind.

Huang Chongde smiled, "Do you know your birthday?"

"...the twelfth day of October in the 34th year of Jianxi?" Bai Ling replied,
Huang Chongde shook his head, "No, October [-]th is the day Bai Shijun brought you home. Your actual birthday is a few days earlier than this...

"It should be the tenth day of October of that year... because when you were born, everyone said it was a good time, perfect."

"Everyone……?"

"Your parents, the midwife Wen, and me." Huang Chongde looked at Bai Ling, "You don't look very much like your mother, but you are exactly the same as your great-grandmother... No wonder the Queen Mother saw you , I went crazy and called you A Ling..."

Huang Chongde frowned, he felt his throat was dry and itchy, and then he coughed uncontrollably.

The severe cough affected the wound on his body, causing him to tighten his eyebrows in pain.

Bai Ling was so shocked that he was completely speechless.

Huang Chongde's words woke her up completely from the previous numbness. She looked around and saw a teapot and a water cup beside the bed, so she stood up with difficulty to pour water for Huang Chongde.

Huang Chongde took out a hand from under the quilt, and pressed it on the back of Bai Ling's hand.

He shook his head, indicating that Bo Ling didn't need to pour water for him.

If you drink too much water, you will always have to get out of bed to defecate - getting out of bed is really exhausting, especially squatting... It is really painful.

Bai Ling sat down on the chair again, and she listened to Huang Chongde coughing loudly while holding back her worries, as if trying to cough out his lung ducts.

After a while like this, Huang Chongde's breathing calmed down again.

He withdrew his hand at this moment, and looked towards Berlin again.

"You asked me before, why I always help you..." Huang Chongde laughed, and after this violent cough, his voice became a little hoarse, "Because we are old friends."

"I don't know……"

"If you don't understand, just listen slowly and I'll talk slowly." He said softly, "OK?"

"……it is good."

"In the autumn of Jianxi's 34th year, the emperor went to Zhuozhou on a northern tour...and didn't come back until the spring of the following year. Do you know this?"

Burling shook his head.

Huang Chongde went on to say, "I also went that year, but I narrowly escaped death."

"Did the father-in-law encounter a golden soldier?"

"That's right," Huang Chongde nodded, "That year, apart from the Arslan tribe in the east, the Jin people also invaded and burned us... two cities.

"At that time, on behalf of the emperor, I went to a county in the north of Zhuozhou to pass the decree. That place... bordered Yanzhou, and fought several beautiful battles in succession. I and a few appointed ministers wanted to go together to reward The soldiers there. Unfortunately... that county happened to be one of the two cities that were captured later.

"What is that place called...?" He recalled for a while with some difficulty, and finally frowned slightly, "Ah... look around."

"Look both ways..." Bo Ling smacked at the weird name.

"Well," Huang Chongde nodded, "I remember this name very clearly, because when the weather is good, standing on the highest mountain at both ends, you can see the beacon towers of Zhuozhou Prefecture and Yanzhou Prefecture at the same time."

(End of this chapter)