imperial psychologist

Chapter 449
Burling shook his head.

"Don't you know?" Wei Shishi asked, "But you don't look surprised."

"I guessed it." Bai Ling said softly, "I went to Qinyuan a few days ago and saw Han Chong there... At that time, I probably thought that the emperor might want to loosen the chains of Qinyuan, but I didn't expect it would happen. So fast."

"I heard that Han Chong went to the Imperial Hospital yesterday..." Wei Shisi said softly, "What did he do again?"

"I was going to tell you about it."

Bai Ling smiled and said, she briefly talked about what happened last night to Fourteen, and then sighed, "...this person is really annoying, I really want to run away quickly, out of sight and out of mind."

Wei Shishi was lost in thought, "...it's a variable."

"Yes." Bai Ling said softly.

"On the chess record, have you discovered any mystery?"

Bo Ling shook her head again, she thought for a moment, and said softly, "I guess it's a real chess book. When I was learning chess with him, I asked him for a recommendation list. He said that there are some chess books on the market. , It made my eyes dirty after looking at it, so the ones that were used to type out the scores for me were basically the famous bureaus that he selected and transcribed on a separate paper.

"I guess, this is a compilation compiled by him after screening."

Wei Shishi replied thoughtfully, "It sounds...it seems quite intentional?"

"Yes, he is a good teacher." Bai Ling said softly, "...But, let's take what we need. Mr. Hengyuan, you have to guard against him."

……

At night, Chen Yicong came to Mr. Hengyuan's new house.

When he arrived at the door, he saw that the tattered plaque from the inner palace was still hanging on the gate—Mr. Heng Yuan probably moved the plaque of "Qinyuan" directly here and hung it up.

Chen Yicong stood under the sign for a while, and looked sideways at Han Chong, "Where is your master?"

"The emperor came in a hurry, Mr. Hengyuan had not had time to change his clothes, so he sent me out to meet him first."

"Go to bed so early?"

"...No," Han Chong looked at Chen Yicong, and explained in a low voice, "Most of the time now, Mr. Hengyuan is in bed."

"sick?"

Before Han Chong could answer, Chen Yicong had already stepped over the threshold of Xinqin Garden, heading towards the courtyard where Mr. Hengyuan lived at the moment.

It is not the main garden of this garden, but a courtyard facing the water, which is smaller in size but more elegant.

Mr. Heng Yuan was walking out slowly with the support of the palace servants.

"Let's go in and talk." Chen Yicong frowned slightly, looking at Mr. Heng Yuan's pale face, he felt that this man who was about the same age as his father was as thin as a piece of paper.

"I heard from Han Chong that you have been bedridden recently?"

"It's always been like this," Heng Yuan-jun said softly, "Your Majesty, don't worry..."

"I don't worry about that," Chen Yicong picked up the cup on the tea table, "I wonder how Uncle Huang is doing with the things I entrusted to you?"

Although Chen Yicong's words were so ruthless, Mr. Heng Yuan did not show any trace of resentment on his face. He lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "I wanted to enter the palace tomorrow morning with a..."

"Already have an idea?"

"En." Hengyuan-jun nodded, "Since the emperor is willing to delegate power and trust him so far, how can I... let you down."

Mr. Heng Yuan took a scroll and slowly spread it out in front of Chen Yicong.

"I personally dismantled Jian'an Pavilion three years ago, and I have exiled all the core members to the frontier." Chen Yicong said softly, "You can't rebuild it in just a few days."

"Of course it's impossible." Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "However, I think what the emperor needs is not Jian Ange..."

Chen Yicong frowned slightly.

Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "The emperor needs a group of dead soldiers who are willing to go through fire and water for you..."

"I already have this."

Mr. Hengyuan smiled, "But you need them to be completely hidden from the outside world, so this matter cannot be left in the hands of others... You must come in person."

Chen Yicong did not refute, he looked at the schematic diagram and densely packed text on the scroll.

His gaze swept across the long letter—this is probably what Mr. Heng Yuan called "the clue" these days. He wrote the document outlining the methodology he had seen Ange form back then.

Regardless of whether there is any private possession here, this letter is very precious to Chen Yicong.

"...You guessed it." Chen Yicong said in a low voice.

Mr. Hengyuan smiled, and then coughed uncontrollably.

Chen Yicong looked up at him, "Didn't you say that your cough has gotten better recently? Why are you still coughing?"

"I always have to cough..." Mr. Heng Yuan picked up the tea, "And now...it is indeed much better than before."

"Tell me." Chen Yicong pushed the scroll to Mr. Hengyuan's side, "I'll listen to you."

This night, Mr. Heng Yuan said more than he said in the past half a month or so.

The candle on the side slowly burned down by half. Mr. Hengyuan didn't say a word about how to establish a new department. He kept telling stories about how his father handed Jian'ange into his hands back then, and he And by what means did he maintain contact with the outside world, so that the entire Jian'an Pavilion was slowly revived in the hands of him and Zhen's, and finally became a force capable of shaking the court.

Chen Yicong remained expressionless the whole time, interrupting Mr. Hengyuan's words from time to time to raise some doubts.

But inside, he had already heard the stirring of his heart—this complete and difficult beginning was exactly what he wanted to hear the most.

If it weren't for Mr. Heng Yuan's voice was a little hoarse at the end, and he looked really tired, Chen Yicong would still have many details to ask.

Only now did Chen Yicong more or less truly understand the reason why his mother wanted to imprison Lord Hengyuan himself.

This man is really too dangerous.

But look at how haggard he is now - where is the need to use Qinyuan to imprison him?
Isn't his resourcefulness and scheming... not all firmly imprisoned in this weak body?

Even stepping out of this mansion can only be done reluctantly. What kind of storm can such a weak and sick body cause?
"I see you brought over the plaque from Qinyuan." Chen Yicong changed the subject, and suddenly brought up the observation when he first entered the door.

"...Yes." Mr. Heng Yuan's voice had become a little weak.

"I thought you would hate that place very much." Chen Yicong said softly, "If it were me, I might smash this plaque on the spot."

Mr. Hengyuan smiled, a little bitterness flashed in his eyes, and then he sighed softly.

"I don't hate...I miss it."

"Nostalgia?" Chen Yicong felt slightly offended, his face was slightly gloomy, "What do you miss?"

Chen Yicong looked at Mr. Heng Yuan's face, if the other party dared to show the slightest blasphemy towards his mother in the following words——

"Missing the chance coincidence of fate."

Mr. Heng Yuan's eyes were half-opened, with a slight gentleness on his face, "you are already sick, how can you be old? What's more, in a place like Qinyuan... Kechen still survived. This is It's only between His Majesty and the Queen Mother's momentary kindness."

(End of this chapter)