imperial psychologist

Chapter 416 Nine Mountains

The news that the queen was finally able to enter the coffin quickly spread to the cabinet - many officials in the cabinet were relieved after hearing it.

The prince kept hugging his mother and refused to let go...

What kind of words does this spread? Isn't this a child's cheating?

It is very inappropriate to do so, dignified prince.

Now that the stalemate on the queen's side has been resolved, many of their worries have been slightly relaxed.

However, before they were happy, another news came from the palace that night - the prince had disappeared.

The prince is gone.

The mausoleum guards should know his whereabouts, but these mausoleum guards are as silent as iron lumps, and don't answer any questions.

The imperial guards set up numerous checkpoints at every entrance and exit of the palace. People held umbrellas and carried lanterns, searching for Chen Yicong in the huge Forbidden City.

Zhang Shouzhong personally rushed into the rain to search, and even a small group of people went directly to Prince Gong's mansion to search.

However, in the heavy rain, there was no new news.

……

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire palace road in an instant, and Chen Yicong slowly moved forward in the rain.

He didn't know where he was or where he was going, but he just walked forward blindly, followed closely by the two mausoleum guards behind him.

None of the three had umbrellas.

In the hazy rain, there are bright lights in the distance.

By the light, Chen Yicong recognized this place - this is the valet of the Imperial Hospital in the palace.

In this way, he knew that he was going west all the way, and if he continued to go west, he would arrive at Xihua Gate.

So he passed the gate of the duty room of the Supreme Hospital, which was tightly closed in the rainy night, and next door to it, an unnamed courtyard gate was open.

The osmanthus tree in the yard has branches sticking out of the outer wall.

Chen Yicong didn't have much impression of this place, but when he continued to walk forward, the hanging flower branches caught the hem of the boy's clothes.

He stopped, and pulled back the sleeve forcefully, and the silk material broke in two in an instant.

At this moment, he heard someone singing in the yard through the wall.

Chen Yicong heard this voice immediately.

"When the sun comes out, it's a little bit red, and it shines into my sister's room Mi Haikong. The more empty Mi Hai is, the easier it is to play. I only worry about short life but not poverty..."

He turned around slowly, leaned his head against the wall, and pricked up his ears to listen.

"A river flows slowly, and a lotus flower floats on the surface of the water. When you want to raise the flower, you don't want to watch the flower float..."

He quickly realized what this place was.

——Emperor Grandpa once set up a special courtyard for Bai Ling in the palace. Chen Yicong has always known about it, but he hasn't had time to find out where that courtyard is.

"When people go out, I laugh too. When people come home, they laugh and I feel sad. When people enter the gate, they laugh, and when I enter the gate, I cry...

In the sound of rain, the girl's voice was a little intermittent.

"I don't believe you when you say it's hard for you, but it's true when I tell you that it's hard for me. You live in a bungalow, but it's hard for me to live in a bitter gourd shed..."

The words are written so bitterly, but the tune of the song is light and tactful, as if it is singing something beautiful.

Chen Yicong suddenly remembered one morning when he was struggling with how to comfort his father Hu Lv who was exiled.

So he went to the Imperial Garden and met Bo Ling there.

At that time, Bo Ling told him that there was some pain that no one could help Hu Li share, and what he could do was very limited.

At this moment, Chen Yicong suddenly understood.

"It rains in the sky and the road is slippery. When you fall, you climb yourself. When you worry, you relieve yourself. When you shed your tears, you wipe them away..."

Really can not share.

No one can share.

In the heavy rain, Chen Yicong wiped his eyes with his wet sleeves, and the rain on his face was scalding hot, which could not be wiped off no matter what.

The sky is raining and the road is slippery,
Fall and climb by yourself.

Solve your own worries,
Self-flowing tears wipe dry.

He leaned on the wall and slowly stepped into the yard.

Bai Ling was sitting alone on the handrail of the corridor against the wall, and she didn't know what she was making.

Chen Yicong vaguely saw a few strands of tassels hanging from between her fingers.

Bo Ling also raised his head when he heard the voice.

She saw Chen Yicong standing at the door in embarrassment, the young man was soaked, and the rain was dripping down the hem of his clothes to the ground.

"Sir..."

Hearing this address, Chen Yicong's eyes became hot again, and he took a few steps forward, but the upturned floor tiles caught him, so Chen Yicong lost his balance and fell to the ground.

……

In the inner room, Chen Yicong was sitting on a chair, with a steaming bowl of ginger tea in front of him, and a dry towel on the armrest of the chair.

Chen Yicong came back to his senses, slowly stretched out his hand, and picked up the ginger tea.

But after only one sip, the pungent taste of ginger was too hot for him to bear.

He raised his head and saw a plaque hanging in the center of the room with the words "Zhen Shan Liu Fang" written on it.

Chen Yicong recognized the handwriting, it was probably written by the emperor's grandfather.

At this time, Chen Yicong had already changed into a suit of dry clothes—Bai Ling asked the eunuch Zhao Qi for a suit of ordinary clothes.

And Zhao Qi was standing tremblingly in the corner at this moment, watching her clothes not fit well on the crown prince's body.

In fact, the mausoleum guards outside are now wearing Zhao Qi's clothes - they lit a fire in the backyard, roasting Chen Yicong and his wet clothes.

According to Bo Siyao's instructions, Zhao Qi personally helped the prince change his clothes, and fetched water for the prince to wash his hands by the way.

Chen Yicong's palm had some scratches due to the fall just now, and Zhao Qi washed off the plaster on it with clean water.When doing these things, Chen Yicong kept his face expressionless, which made Zhao Qi even more terrified.

He originally wanted to wipe the prince's hair—but Chen Yicong frowned, and Zhao Qi immediately backed away in fright.

Bo Ling put a clean cloth over his hands, and brought over a bowl of noodles in clear soup—there was nothing added to the noodles except a little salt, and it was just a bowl of ordinary vermicelli.

"Eat."

Chen Yicong nodded and took the chopsticks, but his movements were still a little slow.

Bo Ling looked at the clothes behind him that were wet again—the boy's hair was still dripping, and he didn't intend to use the dry towel that was in his hand.

——What's the use of changing clothes like this.

"Zhao Qi," Bo Ling whispered, "Go get a comb."

"No need," Chen Yicong said in a low voice, "I..."

"Don't move." Bo Ling said softly.

This "don't move" made Chen Yicong's hand tremble slightly.

This scene suddenly became so familiar.

He still sat obediently as before, staring at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him with red eyes.

Bo Ling stood up, picked up the dry towel at the side, and wrung Chen Yicong's hair bit by bit, starting from the end.

"Master Zhang came here just now," Bai Ling said softly, "He asked me if I saw you tonight."

Chen Yicong was silent.

Bo Ling continued, "...Did you sneak out tonight?"

(End of this chapter)