imperial psychologist

Chapter 435
Sun Beiji's eyes blurred, and he cast his gaze in front of him.

He talked about how Prince Gong invited the Bai family to the mansion after the refugee case in Jianxi 45 years.

Sun Beiji spoke slowly and calmly, as if the things he was talking about had really happened.

"The queen mother wants you to test Bai Shijun's plan...?" Chen Yicong repeated in a low voice, "What does the mother want to test?"

"See if he is interested in marrying the palace, the sooner the better."

Chen Yicong was startled.

He quickly lowered his eyes, lest Sun Beiji see through the momentary panic in his eyes.

The only time his mother talked about Boling directly to him was the rainy night when Boling was imprisoned by the emperor's grandfather-at that time, his mother advised him to take it easy and not to be reckless or forceful.

His mother really knew what he was thinking.

Chen Yicong couldn't sit still anymore, he coughed lightly, got up from his seat and walked to the window of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, facing Sun Beiji with his back.

The boy's cheeks were already burning.

The whole thing sounded a bit odd, since it was rare for his mother to decide anything directly for him, without him.

But the tone of being so polite and solemnly inquiring about a doctor in the imperial hospital really resembles the style of my mother.

"His Majesty has been delaying the establishment of a concubine for three years. It really can't be delayed any longer. I think that Empress Dowager Cixiao is in the spirit of heaven, and she probably hopes to see the Emperor get married as soon as possible."

Chen Yicong took a breath.

He looked back and took a deep look at Sun Beiji.

This matter—it really wasn't something he wanted to delay.

But he couldn't refute anything. He had no one to say to these thoughts that often confused him.

If these thoughts are penetrated by others, they will stop laughing.

"Bring it."

Chen Yicong stretched out his hand to Sun Beiji, and Lu Dou immediately understood it, stepped forward to take the wordless memorial in Sun Beiji's hand, and handed it to Chen Yicong.

"Is there anything else?" Chen Yicong asked.

"Nothing."

"Then go back and tell Wen Shichun that I accept his memorial."

Sun Beiji breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and bowed to Chen Yicong.

"Veteran on behalf of the Ministry of Rites, thank you, Your Majesty."

After finishing speaking, Sun Beiji bid farewell to Chen Yicong, and when he was about to leave, Chen Yicong called him again, and Sun Beiji stood still and turned around.

"Except for a few veteran officials from the Ministry of Officials and those admonishers from Yushitai, I think the people under the Ministry of Rites dance the most joyously about the imperial examination. You go back and tell Wen Shichun that it's best for him to take care of this matter." Tube."

Chen Yicong's eyes were quite cold, "If he, the minister, can't manage it, I will take care of it for him."

Sun Beiji nodded silently, expressing his understanding.

After Sun Beiji left, Chen Yicong casually threw the wordless memorial in his hand aside, walked to the side of the bed in a somewhat dejected manner, kicked his feet, and fell on it.

"... Your Majesty?" Lu Dou was stunned for a moment, "You... are you still going out now?"

Chen Yicong didn't answer, but turned sideways and buried his head under the pillow.

Lu Dou couldn't understand what Chen Yicong was thinking, but he could understand that Long Live Lord was worrying right now.

So he retreated to the side, lowered his head and waited for the emperor to finish his sulking.

Chen Yicong raised his wrist—the amulet that his mother begged for back then, which he still wears around his arm every day.There is another one of this talisman, which is barely a pair in Berlin.

Chen Yicong blinked.

Otherwise, why not take advantage of tonight to talk about it?

……

Seeing the west bank of Anhu Lake, the sun has not completely set, and there is not a single cruise ship on the entire lake, only a small boat is tied to the pier by the lake.

The heavy snow that has been falling since the morning has been falling all day, and it is slowly getting smaller now.

The entire lake has been sealed off since yesterday, only two bored young people were sitting on the boat by the pier.

In a snowy day, children are the happiest. Even after the forbidden lake, Zeng Jiuyan and Zhang Jingzhen on the boat can hear the laughter of children from afar.

Zeng Jiuyan held the hand stove, leaned on the soft chair, and looked at the sky outside the cabin like a pensioner.

"It's snowing...it feels like it's emptying people's minds." He murmured, and then patted Zhang Jingzhen beside him, "When do you think the snow will stop?"

Zhang Jingzhen next to her was covered with a book, and was woken up by Zeng Jiuyan's slaps.

"...They're here?" Zhang Jingzhen raised her head sleepily.

"No," Zeng Jiuyan said with a smile, "What did you do last night, so sleepy today?"

Zhang Jingzhen lowered her head and smiled, but did not answer.

Just as Zeng Jiuyan was about to ask, a faint sound of horseshoes came from a distance. In the evening sunlight, Chen Yicong charged forward on his horse, followed by his guards.

"Hey, people are coming!"

Chen Yicong dismounted and jumped onto the pier in a few steps. Zeng Jiuyan and Zhang Jingzhen had already disembarked to greet him.The two saluted Chen Yicong, and the young man glanced at the empty cruise ship, "Bo Yi and the others haven't arrived yet?"

"Not yet," Zeng Jiuyan replied, "By the way, Li Fengyu won't come tonight either—his son will be full moon the day after tomorrow, and I don't think he's in the mood to come out to play during this time."

Chen Yicong nodded, "You didn't say I sent the invitation, did you?"

"Of course not," Zeng Jiuyan laughed, "If it's you, how dare he not come?"

Zhang Jingzhen looked at the two people in front of him, and suddenly realized that the three people standing here today were all bachelors, and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Zhang Jingzhen laughing suddenly, Chen Yicong and Zeng Jiuyan asked him why Zhang Jingzhen didn't dare to say anything, but just shook his head and said "nothing".

So Chen Yicong and Zeng Jiuyan glanced at each other, taking advantage of Zhang Jingzhen's unpreparedness, one lifted his shoulders and the other lifted his feet, making a gesture to throw Zhang Jingzhen into the frozen lake next to him.

"Again!" Zhang Jingzhen grabbed Zeng Jiuyan's arm in horror, "Why do you always want to throw people into the lake!"

"Then will you say it?" Zeng Jiuyan threatened.

"Say--I say! But shall we go aboard first?"

The three got on the boat, Zhang Jingzhen stroked his heart to calm down, and then he said what he was thinking just now.

Zeng Jiuyan ate melon seeds and laughed, "It's true."

——Let's not talk about how many of them there are, Bai Yi is still in his twenties and hasn't gotten married yet.

"What do you think?" Zhang Jingzhen looked at Zeng Jiuyan, "I ran to Baihuaya every day to drink flower wine, and Hou Ye set you up four or five times, and every time I came back drunk to let my in-laws watch jokes, If this continues, which girl in Pingjing will marry you?"

Zeng Jiuyan waved his hand, "I didn't even set up a marriage contract, what kind of in-laws do they call me? It's nice to say that you have a family and a career, but no matter how many people take care of you, I live happily and freely by myself. Why don't you have to get married? ?”

Chen Yicong listened to it with complicated feelings—in the past few years, Zeng Jiuyan wrote letters several times, begging to send him to the northern border.

But the old Hou Ye and his wife entered the palace several times, crying in front of Chen Yicong until he was almost blind.

The two elders had thousands of words, and they only begged the emperor not to send the only son of their Zeng Mansion to the front line.Zeng Jiuyan knew about these things, and he didn't want Chen Yicong to be caught in the middle, so he never mentioned it again.

In the cabin, Zeng Jiuyan raised his wine glass again and looked at Chen Yicong, "I want to play for a few more years, Zhang Jingzhen is still paying tribute to his mother, so I will wait another seven or eight months anyway. What's the matter with you, Your Majesty? "

(End of this chapter)