imperial psychologist

Chapter 418 Spergid Wax
When he woke up the next day, Chen Yicong found himself lying on the bed, and the eunuch named Zhao Qi was kneeling leaning against the bed.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Qi immediately opened his eyes - the prince was sitting on the bed, looking at himself.

"The prince is awake," Zhao Qi quickly stood up, "servant—"

"Where's Bai Ling?" Chen Yicong asked.

"Si Yao went to the General's Mansion early in the morning," Zhao Qi replied softly, "It's been like this for the past few days."

Zhao Qi brought over the clothes that Chen Yicong had already dried. He had never done any work of serving others, and his movements of putting his hands together were a bit clumsy.

So Chen Yicong simply pushed him away, and put on his clothes and boots by himself.

"Where is this?" Chen Yicong asked.

"It's Si Yao's room." Zhao Qi replied, "You fell asleep outside last night, Si Yao asked your two guards to carry you here."

Chen Yicong looked at the furnishings in the room.

Although Zhao Qi said that this was Boling's room, in fact, there was no sign of people living in this room—everything was standard in the palace, and Boling didn't leave any traces here.

Probably except for sleeping at night, Bo Ling would never step here at all.

"Come here." Chen Yicong said in a low voice.

The mausoleum guard who had been waiting outside the door walked straight in.

"Go to the cabinet." Chen Yicong ordered calmly, "Tell Sun Beiji that there are still other ministers... Today's regular meeting is postponed, and we will talk about it when I arrive."

"Yes."

Facing the mirror, Chen Yicong straightened his clothes. Just as he was about to leave here, he saw a small shell on Boling's dressing table.

He stopped what he was doing and picked it up.

Open the upper shell of the shell, and there is a little bit of dark brown ointment inside.

The surface of the cream is smooth and there is no trace of use.

"What is this?" Chen Yicong turned around and asked.

"Back to the prince, it's beeswax for women's nails. Although Baisi medicine doesn't seem to use it very much, the Ministry of Internal Affairs still brought some over..."

Zhao Qi explained while carefully looking at Chen Yicong's back.

The prince stood there without saying a word, without moving for a long time.

"...Is there an ice cellar here?" Chen Yicong asked.

"Ice cellar?" Zhao Qi was taken aback, "Yes."

——Next door is the value room of Tai Hospital. They have a lot of medicinal materials, which are stored in the ice cellar every day.

Chen Yicong slowly put the shell containing beeswax back to its original place.

"...all replaced with spermaceti." Chen Yicong said in a low voice.

Zhao Qi responded somewhat confusedly, and then watched His Royal Highness stride away.

……

In the General's Mansion, Shen Jichuan's adjutant Xu Zhi had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw Bai Ling's carriage approaching, he quickly went down the steps. Once the carriage stopped, he waited for Fu Bai Si medicine to land.

"Master Xu doesn't need to come out to pick me up every time," Bai Ling said softly, "I already know how to get to the courtyard."

Xu Zhi shook his head, "Whoever needs to be picked up, who needs to be picked up, when the medicine will come, the last general will welcome it."

"Then..." Bo Ling smiled helplessly, "Let's go."

In the flower bed of the General's Mansion, whether those wine jars with bells still standing there, Bai Ling would pay attention every time he came.

It seems that nothing has changed today.

In Shenjichuan's own small courtyard, the old general had already taken off his usual armor and changed into a uniform and sat in the courtyard.

Once the armor was withdrawn, Shen Jichuan was like a snail whose shell had been shed, the haggardness and wilting that belonged to the old man were fully displayed on his body.

He no longer held the knife and ax in his hand, but replaced it with an iron ball about the size of a fist.

An extended thin line protruded from both ends of the iron ball. One end of the thin line was tied with an iron ring. Shen Jichuan inserted his index fingers into the iron ring. There was a crackling sound.

It was a real crack, not a gong, or the sound of a hammer hitting a bell.

The faster and harder you pull, the louder the crackling sound in the iron ball will be.

When you let go of your hand, the thin rope at both ends will roll into the iron ball by itself.

Shen Jichuan was once curious about the structure inside this thing, but the interface of the hemisphere was welded dead, and he had to smash the ball open if he wanted to see it—he could only suppress his curiosity temporarily.

Last month, Bo Ling paid a surprise visit one afternoon, when her wounds were still not healed.

She said that she came to visit the old general at the queen's will.

On that day, Bo Ling brought this small ball, saying that it was specially made by a blacksmith from the Ministry of Internal Affairs-let Shen Jichuan play with it every day.

"General Shen still woke up very early today." Bai Ling stepped into the courtyard and greeted Shen Jichuan as usual, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's still the same, nothing changed." Shen Jichuan replied in a low voice, he pulled up the thin rope in his hand, and there was another slight crack in the iron ball, "You look much better these days than before. "

Bo Ling smiled and sat down on the empty stool opposite Shen Jichuan.

Shen Jichuan stopped what he was doing, "What is the use of this kind of thing?"

Bo Ling did not speak, but stretched out his hand to Shen Jichuan.

The old general narrowed his eyes slightly, and with some doubts, he put the light iron ball in Bo Ling's hand.

Bo Ling pinched the iron rings on both sides of the iron ball, and then suddenly pulled hard to the sides—a sharp sound erupted from the ball, which made Bo Ling's own ears feel a little uncomfortable.

Shen Jichuan gritted his teeth almost at this moment.

Although the crackling sound was much smaller than the sound of the firecracker, it still aroused Shen Jichuan's fright for a moment.

"I don't have much strength." Bo Ling handed the iron ball back to Shen Jichuan, "It can only be pulled so loudly. If the general uses all his strength, it will probably be even louder."

Shen Jichuan smiled, he weighed the iron ball in his hand, and handed it to the adjutant beside him.

"Let's go." Shen Jichuan stood up from the chair, "Talk while walking."

Bo Ling followed suit and stood up.

The two walked slowly along the corridor in the general's mansion.

On a summer morning, before the heat rises, everything looks vibrant.

Shen Jichuan already felt a little unfamiliar with the summer scene in Pingjing.

He thought of the northern border and Chang Sheng's letter to him a few days ago.

He had guessed the contents of the letter before opening it—except for some new news from the Arslan Ministry, it was just some old-fashioned greetings.

Chang Sheng hoped that Shen Jichuan would go back soon.

Ever since he made a lot of ugly appearances in front of Shenji Camp that night, Shen Jichuan seemed to have died in public once.

He didn't know how the outside world would spread his actions that night, but he could imagine—and at the same time understand that the real situation was probably far more ridiculous and cruel than his imagination.

He hid for so long, kept it a secret for so long, avoided all the firecrackers and firecrackers during the festivals, avoided the fireworks of every grand event, but in the end he completely exposed his weakness in the welcome of Shenji Camp without any precautions .

If you continue to hide it now, it will become self-deception.

Then all the care and perseverance are meaningless.

"You said you've seen my disease in other places..." Shen Jichuan suddenly spoke softly, and he looked down at the girl beside him, "Where is it?"

(End of this chapter)