imperial psychologist

Chapter 408
Bo Ling slowly got down from the chair and knelt by the bed.She lay on the edge of the bed and looked at the old man, and the old man also looked at her.

Huang Chongde reached out and touched Bo Ling's head, "It's so big in the blink of an eye... so fast."

At this time, Bo Ling felt that he should say something, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't say anything.She also smiled and sniffed, wiping away her tears.

Bo Ling guarded Huang Chongde's bed for a long time until the old man fell asleep again.

His breathing was excruciatingly slow.

Bo Ling leaned against his arm, and gently held the back of the old man's dry, skinny hand with one hand.

Hearing Huang Chongde's story made her jealous.

Regarding the fact that she was not Bai Shijun's biological daughter, Bai Ling didn't have much feeling... She was not Bai Shijun's biological daughter in the first place.

It's just that in these years of getting along, this somewhat pedantic, somewhat bodhisattva-minded, and somewhat stubborn middle-aged man has indeed firmly established himself in the father's position in her heart...

This has nothing to do with blood relationship.

She came to this place by accident, and it was even more accidental that she survived in this world.

Bo Ling closed his eyes, as if he saw the encounter and relay 11 years ago, how he was finally picked up by Bai Shijun and brought up by him under various coincidences and luck.

This is great luck in troubled times.

……

When he left the courtyard again, Bai Ling found that Mrs. Zhen was no longer outside.

In the outer room, Yuan Zhen sat at the table and waited. In the yard, several palace servants were cleaning the yard under the sun. Their brooms were sweeping slowly and lightly, almost inaudible.

Looking at this scene, Bo Ling felt that the world had changed for a moment. He didn't know when it was, and he didn't know where he was or where he was going.

Yuan Zhen stood up and told her with usual indifference that the Empress ordered her to go to Sanxitang to answer after Bai Siyao finished seeing Huang Chongde.

Bo Ling nodded, indicating that he heard it.

So Yuan Zhen took Bai Ling out again.

"Eunuch Yuan, I have a question..." Bai Ling said suddenly, "May I ask you."

Yuan Zhen squeezed out a vague hmm.

"Eunuch Huang's body should also be covered with flesh wounds... Those people in the poison prison didn't really hurt my muscles and bones. They should hit Eunuch Huang more lightly..."

Bai Ling raised his head to look at Yuan Zhen, "How could it be... to this point today..."

Yuan Zhen didn't answer right away, he moved Bo Ling out of the small courtyard, outside were the maids of Kunning Palace and an uncovered wooden sedan chair.

He stood in the yard without going out.

Bo Ling turned around, "Eunuch Yuan?"

"Don't ask, Bai Siyao. It's all fate," Yuan Zhen replied flatly, "...Eunuch Huang begged for his life."

The door, which was left with only a crack, closed with a clatter.

Bai Ling was stunned for a while facing the wealthy family, and then slowly got into the sedan chair to Sanxi Hall with the help of the maid.

The sedan chair was held very flat, and Bo Ling hardly felt any shaking.

The palace people walked on both sides, and Bo Ling watched them from a height, only the backs of their heads could be seen.

……

The side hall of Sanxi Hall is the place where the queen rests these days.

The palace people brought Bo Ling here, and told him that the Empress Empress is serving the emperor medicine in front of the imperial court, and asked her to wait.

Bo Ling nodded. Instead of sitting down, she walked along the table and slowly looked at the furnishings of the room.

All the side halls in the palace seem to be very similar in structure - there is almost no difference between this and the east side hall of Chengqian Palace except for the interior layout.

The teapot and water cups on the table, the basin stand in the corner, and the dressing table near the window... Bo Ling's eyes suddenly fell on a book that was covered upside down on the table.

It seemed that the book had almost been read to the end, and Bo Ling leaned over to look at it. The words "Mountain and River Records" were written on the cover.

As soon as she picked up the book, she heard a familiar voice coming from outside.

"Mother-"

Chen Yicong's voice stopped abruptly, and he saw Bai Ling holding the book his mother had been reading recently, looking back at himself.

"Your Highness." Bai Ling bowed slightly. She had an official title, and she could bow instead of bowing to everyone except the emperor.

"You...you're all right!" Chen Yicong's eyes lit up, and he almost stepped into the room quickly, "...are you all right?"

Bo Ling looked at the young man in front of him and nodded.

Although he has been turning around these days, under the heroic spirit of this age, his fatigue and wilting are completely covered up.

Chen Yicong was wearing the crown prince's jade crown, and the bright yellow python robe fit him very well - Bo Ling hadn't seen anyone wearing this color for a long, long time.

Emperor Jianxi didn't like dragon robes, he always wore sea blue or black Taoist robes, and Emperor Qitai hardly showed his face after he ascended the throne...

Looking at the clothes, Bo Ling's eyes became complicated.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yicong took a few steps closer, looked down at the hem of his clothes, "What are you looking at?"

"Your Highness seems to be a different person in this outfit." Bai Ling tilted his head slightly, "It's very stylish."

Chen Yicong let out a dumb laugh, he was a little embarrassed to be praised suddenly - although his mother had also come to a similar conclusion after looking carefully at it before, he didn't take those compliments to heart at that time.

——Anyway, no matter what you wear, the concubine mother will always say that.

"I'm still me." Chen Yicong looked away, his feet under his robe scratched the ground a few times, "...Why are you here?"

"The empress asked me to come." Bai Ling replied, "She is still taking care of the emperor in the main hall, so I am waiting here."

Chen Yicong was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the important matter - he came here today to pay his respects to his father, Emperor Qitai, and by the way, he couldn't make up his mind about a few things, so he wanted to ask his mother's opinion.

He was just thinking about how to say goodbye, but Bai Ling had already said softly, "Does Your Highness still have to do something of your own?"

Chen Yicong nodded.

Bo Ling lowered his head, "Your Highness, go get busy."

Chen Yicong gave a soft "um", although he felt a little bit reluctant, but he knew what he should do now.

"Then you sit here, and I will also tell the queen mother that you have come."

"Your Highness You Lao."

Chen Yicong walked out of the side hall quickly, and ran towards the main hall in three steps at a time.

Bo Ling stood where he was, listening to the young man's footsteps gradually going away, and there was a ripple in his heart - this moment was the road she had chosen at the beginning, and everything came true.

Both gratifying and bitter.

Bo Ling waited in the house alone for a long time.

Sitting on a chair, she picked up the book that Mrs. Zhen put on the table and flipped through it.

With one hand, she held the position where the previous page was turned, while reading this "Records of Mountains and Rivers" from the beginning.

The author's signature on the book cover is "Li Yuan", a person Bo Ling has never heard of.

But continuing to read, Berlin gradually discovered some of the fun.

(End of this chapter)