imperial psychologist

Chapter 451 The name left behind

Chen Yicong stood up.

"...Your words," he whispered, "I don't believe a single word."

Mr. Hengyuan's eyes were deep, and he didn't make any further excuses. He thought for a moment, and was about to speak, but before he could say anything, Chen Yicong interrupted him.

"Shut up!"

Chen Yicong suddenly overturned the small table on the bench, and two cups of hot tea fell to the ground together with the rolled scroll. After a loud noise, Chen Yicong glared at Mr. Heng Yuan, his voice almost gnashing his teeth.

"...don't say any more!"

Chen Yicong said word by word, his eyes gouged out on Mr. Hengyuan's body like a knife.

"I don't believe a single word of what you say!"

Mr. Heng Yuan couldn't bear it, and silently looked at the young man in front of him.

Chen Yicong met Mr. Heng Yuan's gaze, and the surprise, doubt, and a little bit of pity revealed in the other's eyes almost made him feel more embarrassed than everything he had heard before.

Chen Yicong glanced at the thing he had overturned on the ground - he lost his composure.

It shouldn't be like this...

Believe in Berlin...

Believe in Berlin.

"You've been here for the past few days, let's meditate well." Chen Yicong glanced at Mr. Heng Yuan, "Since your body is weak, you should take good care of your illness. You don't need to worry about outside things."

"En." Heng Yuan-jun withdrew his gaze and nodded calmly.

The emperor walked away with a flick of his sleeves, his steps were so fast, and the movement of opening the door was so loud, there was only a loud bang——Chen Yicong had already walked into the courtyard, while the door was still opening and closing repeatedly.

At this moment, Mr. Heng Yuan leaned over, picked up the scroll that was wet with tea on the ground, and spread it evenly on the table not far away.

Until tomorrow, he will still send someone to deliver this letter to the Hall of Mental Cultivation - the emperor will need this.

After a long time, Han Chong entered the room silently and informed Heng Yuan that His Majesty the Emperor had left.

Mr. Heng Yuan was already lying on the bed again, and replied softly, "Got it."

"...Here is heavily guarded again." Han Chong said softly, "Looking at the battle, the emperor seems to be very annoyed this time."

"Good thing." Mr. Hengyuan said softly.

Han Chong hesitated for a moment. He knew there were some things he shouldn't say, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"Is this enough to do?"

"Enough." Mr. Heng Yuan was indeed a little tired, but his expression eased a lot.

……

At night, Bo Ling was sitting in the room combing his hair. Although he had wiped it many times, the ends of his hair were still wet.

In the yard outside, Bai Shijun was harvesting medicinal herbs that were drying outside.He almost stood up and beat his back after doing it for a while.

"Daddy, should you rest for a while?" Bai Ling said softly.

"No, hurry up," Bai Shijun twisted his waist back and forth, "What if it snows again at night?"

"Then why don't you just let it go and do it after Bai Yi comes back?" Bai Ling said, "Do it together."

Bai Shijun laughed, but continued to bend over to pick it up.

Bai Ling tilted her head, and simply didn't stop her. She didn't mind going up to help Bai Shijun clean up—but Bai Shijun refused, saying, "This medicine is not good for girls, so you should not touch it."

"Father, can I ask you about someone?" Bo Ling asked.

"Huh? Who is it?"

"Bai Zhen, Bai Dashan is a good man."

The movement of Bai Shijun's hands stopped instantly, he would turn around, his eyes widened.

"...your uncle told you?"

"Well," Bo Ling nodded, talking about the conversation when he was looking at the canal in the afternoon.

"Why is he telling you this!" Bai Shijun's throat visibly swallowed, "Did you... talk about anything else?"

"What?" Bo Ling asked curiously, "We want to ask why father and uncle quarreled, but uncle won't tell us."

Bai Shijun breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his back to collect the medicinal materials.

After a while, Bai Shijun asked again, "What do you want to ask the old man?"

"I just want to hear the story of Bo Dashan and what kind of person he is." Bo Ling asked with his head propped up, "I feel like he is an outstanding and maverick senior."

Bai Shijun laughed, "Yes."

After a while, Bai Shijun sighed again, "I have traveled so many places, and I have never seen any orphanage comparable to Keats Hall, the Jibingfang in Qingzhou, the Salesian Bureau in Huizhou, and the orphans in Jiangzhou. The garden... can provide enough food and clothing, and it is already very good.”

"The Keats Hall will return to study." Bo Ling interjected.

"That's right," Bai Shijun nodded, "The collection of books in Keat Tzu Hall is very powerful. Taking medical books alone, after all these years, only the collection of books in Tai Hospital can be compared with it.

"The old man is really a strange person. He doesn't feel it until he comes out for a walk. The longer he lives now, the more he feels that there are some profound truths."

Bai Ling pricked up his ears, "What?"

Bai Shijun put down the medicine in his hand, straightened his waist again, raised his head slightly, and looked at the quiet alley outside the fence.

"In the past, I heard from him that the length of a person's life was not set properly."

"The length is not very suitable..." Bai Ling frowned thinking about this sentence, and didn't quite understand it for a while.

"If a person is cynical and plays games in the world, then this life is too long, and the whole second half of his life is getting older, and he will only get more and more unfulfilled; but if he wants to do something and leave something, this life will be too long. Too short, so short that it is not easy to do one thing well in a lifetime.”

Bai Ling replied thoughtfully.

"When Dad was young, he still felt that one thing was too little." Bai Shijun looked at his daughter and smiled helplessly. "As a result, after so many years, I haven't done a single thing well."

Bai Ling burst out laughing.

Three years ago, Bai Shijun's manuscripts had already been written. However, when Bai Yi began to contact a book shop that could engrave books on behalf of others, Bai Shijun suddenly discovered that there were too many manuscripts in the first few volumes. The place that needs to be deleted.

So the matter was put on hold for now.

In the past few years, he deleted and deleted, and added many additional comments in some places, most of which were derived from the results of various mouse experiments and actual surgical operations by Bai Yi.

Originally, his "New Edition" had a lot of illustrations, most of which were herbal medicines, and now he even inserted some diagrams of anatomical structures.

There are too many deletions and additions, and the layout of many chapters in the entire book needs to be readjusted. Some things cannot be placed in the notes, so we can only insert an additional section of explanation or an appendix.

Now it seems that when these manuscripts will be published is still unknown-but it is indeed getting closer to that end.

She looked at her father, suddenly envious.

In any case, Bai Shijun has found a career for which he can devote his whole life.

Compared with the vicissitudes in the court, what Bai Shijun left behind may last longer than those powerful names at the moment.

Suddenly, Bo Ling seemed to see a thread of fate, starting from the Keats Hall in Qiansang, and slowly extending to himself.

"It will be done." Bai Ling said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)