imperial psychologist

Chapter 417 Two Isolated Islands
Chen Yicong nodded.

Zhao Qi ran over at this time, and handed over a wooden comb with both hands—this was for his own use, and there were several broken teeth.

He didn't dare to rush into Bo Ling's bedroom in this courtyard, and after thinking about it, he still took his comb.

Bo Ling froze for a moment, then took the old wooden comb.

"Don't use this comb in the future," Bo Ling said softly, "If you have anything else to buy, make a list and go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to get a new one tomorrow."

"Hey." Zhao Qi nodded cautiously, and then stepped aside.

Bo Ling turned around and grabbed the boy's hair.

Chen Yicong's hair is a bit like his great-grandmother's, soft and smooth, but after being wet by rain, many places are knotted.

In a few places where the combing has not been smooth, Bo Ling put aside the comb, facing the candlelight, unraveled the clumps of hair, and then continued to put on the wooden comb.

While combing his hair several times, Bai Ling heard Chen Yicong let out a soft "hiss".Although he didn't cry out for pain, Bo Ling immediately stopped his hand and relaxed his movements.

The candlelight against the wall casts Berlin's shadow on the wall.

Looking at this shadow, Chen Yicong thought of the young scavenger he had seen in the camp south of the city, who was about his own age, and he called Bai Ling "sister" as soon as he opened his mouth.

The younger Bo Ling is indeed more like a sister in every way.

"Just now... you were sitting in the yard," Chen Yicong said suddenly, "What were you doing?"

"I'm weaving tassels, which is the thing hanging under the fan." Bo Ling replied softly.

"I heard you singing," Chen Yicong lowered his voice, "What song is it?"

The movement of Bo Ling's hands stopped for a moment, and he replied after a while, "... Jiuchongshan."

Chen Yicong repeated the name in a murmur, and heard Bai Ling add, "It's a folk song from the Southwest."

"Why is it called Nine Layers Mountain?"

"I don't really know... but I guess, it's because this folk song and another song with 'Jiuzhongshan' appeared together in the same play. So later the singer took 'Jiuzhongshan' 'A few words, to be the name of this song... Anyway, the meaning is the same."

"Really?" Chen Yicong's voice remained flat, "The other song is...?"

"I don't know that one," Bo Ling replied slowly, she read the words of the folk song, "It probably started with, 'It's hard to get old, it's really hard to sing when you're old, no more than Eighteen 22, singing over Jiuzhongshan '..."

Chen Yicong didn't know exactly which play Bo Ling was talking about, but it didn't matter.

No more than eighteen 22, the singing voice surpasses Jiuzhongshan.

It sounds like an old man remembering his youth.

This one, as well as the previous one, he felt very pleasant to his ears.

The boy gradually relaxed, leaning his back against the back of the chair.

Bo Ling combed Chen Yicong's hair smoothly, and kept wiping off the rainwater with a towel, so the boy's hair no longer dripped.

During this period, Chen Yicong didn't look back once, but sat lonely on his chair, occasionally looking up at the pale shadow cast by Bo Ling on the wall.

Burling didn't ask him what happened—which was perfectly fine, and he wasn't going to talk to anyone.

"...Why are you in the palace?" Chen Yicong lowered his eyes and said.

"Master Zhang asked me to come." Bai Ling replied in a low voice, "Three days ago, he came to my house and asked me to wait in the palace for a few days."

"What are you waiting for?"

"did not say."

Chen Yicong frowned slightly.

He vaguely felt that Zhang Shouzhong had seen through some of his thoughts, but this feeling was completely different from his mother's seeing through.

This insight made him very, very unhappy.

Chen Yicong thought for a moment, then looked at Zhao Qi who was standing by the wall.

"Your name is Zhao Qi, right?"

Although the prince's voice was still somewhat weak, the majesty contained in it still made Zhao Qi bow his head quickly.

He nodded again and again, and replied softly, "Back to the prince, the servant girl is called Zhao Qi."

"...Go to the East Palace." Chen Yicong's eyes fell on the ground in front of Zhao Qi's feet, "Go and tell them that I am here."

Zhao Qi didn't understand, "Tell... who?"

Chen Yicong's expression was indifferent, "When you arrive at the East Palace, whoever you see is that one."

"Oh..." Zhao Qi still didn't quite understand, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions for the time being.

"Tell them, stay in the palace well, don't run around, let alone come looking for me." The prince's voice was slow and cold, "Do you understand?"

"...Slave understands." Zhao Qi replied almost immediately, not daring to delay.

He opened the umbrella and rushed into the rain outside the door. Bo Ling called him to take the lantern from behind, but he had already run away.

Looking at Zhao Qi's back, Bo Ling sighed and returned to the room.

"Are you and Zhao Qi the only two people here?" Chen Yicong asked.

——Of course not only, Fourteen is also there.

But there is no need to emphasize this, Bai Ling nodded, and said softly, "Bo Yi is next door, he has been accompanying me into the palace for the past few days, if I have any trouble here, I can go to him at any time."

"It's not good." Chen Yicong's voice was weak, "...it's not safe."

"It's so clean." Bo Ling replied.

The dim candlelight made the whole room warm and cozy, Chen Yicong's eyes were half-opened, and gradually he felt sleepy.

"I want to rest here for a while." He whispered, "... right here."

Bo Ling didn't answer, but just brought Chen Yicong a large and light summer blanket.

The boy was wrapped in a thin blanket and curled up on the chair.He leaned back in his chair and never took his eyes off the plaque in the middle of the room.

There was lightning and thunder outside the door, but the howling wind and rain couldn't blow in here. He heard the sound of turning a book behind him—Bai Ling sat back in her seat to read a book.

The sound of the pages turning is so pleasant and so familiar.

Chen Yicong gradually fell asleep. In the past few days, this was probably the first time he really fell asleep.

As the night deepened, Bo Ling raised his head inadvertently, and saw that a corner of the thin blanket had loosened at some point, and about half of it had fallen to the ground.

So she stood up, walked to the side of the boy, and put the blanket back on Chen Yicong's body.

In the flickering candlelight, Bai Ling saw tears seeping from the corners of the young man's eyes again, his eyelashes trembling slightly, probably in a dream.

"I won't..." Chen Yicong murmured in his sleep, "I won't..."

Bai Ling frowned in distress, but from the beginning to the end, she couldn't hear what Chen Yicong was talking about in his dream.

No one will know what the boy is talking about.

Because that was what he heard from his mother at the last moment.

In the dream, he responded again and again——

I will not let the dead bleed in vain.

(End of this chapter)