imperial psychologist

Chapter 461
That night, Chen Yicong stood at the gate of Qinyuan again. He looked at the old word "Qinyuan" on the height, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Lu Dou stepped forward with some confusion, "Your Majesty? We are now..."

Chen Yicong withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "Go pass it on, I'm here."

The Qinyuan Garden at night was silent.

In the past few days, because of his own ban, Qinyuan didn't even have time to hire servants, and the snow on the ground still maintained its original appearance, except for the string of footprints left by Lu Dou, there were no other traces.

Chen Yicong walked in this quiet and cold courtyard, but the images that happened in the small courtyard of Boling in the evening remained in his mind.

Unknowingly, he came to Mr. Hengyuan's side courtyard.

Mr. Hengyuan still didn't have time to come out to greet him. He had just walked to the gate of the courtyard. When he saw Chen Yicong, he knelt down to salute.

Chen Yicong glanced at him indifferently, "Get flat."

The two approached the house one after the other.

It can be seen that Mr. Hengyuan's charcoal for heating here should have been used up - the charcoal pots in the house were newly fired, and those strips of charcoal with dark red patterns engraved on both sides are obviously the Hall of Mental Cultivation exclusively for.

Chen Yicong glanced at the room, "Are you alone here today? Where's your guard?"

"I want to drink a kind of pine needle after dark." Mr. Heng Yuan smiled, "I don't have any at home, so let him go out and look for it."

"What kind of pine needles?"

"Luzhou pine needles," Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "usually they are produced in the forests on the border between Luzhou and Shuzhou, and the tea shops in Beijing have also put them on the shelves one after another..."

Chen Yicong snorted coldly, "... I told you that you are not allowed to take a step out of Qinyuan, are you just ignoring it like this?"

Mr. Hengyuan laughed, and he said softly, "If you can't drink this tea tonight, I will die, and I won't bother Your Majesty."

"Where did you get the money?"

"Han Chong's salary."

"He's working for you, and you still need to spend his money?"

"He is willing." Heng Yuan-jun replied frankly.

"...It's shameless." Chen Yicong said, shaking his sleeves.

"Han Chong's life was saved by my mentor," Heng Yuan-jun smiled, "The mentor left him to my minister, so his life is also my minister's."

Chen Yicong was a little surprised - he knew that the "mentor" that Mr. Hengyuan said was actually his grandfather, Zhen Yishu.

Chen Yicong has never met Zhen Yishu, but his grandfather has always held a very high place in his heart. His mother, Zhen Shi, once told him some anecdotes about his grandfather—for example, how he gradually made the housekeeper How to hand over the skills to her daughter, and how to argue with Zhen about the old affairs of the court...

"But your Majesty, don't worry," Heng Yuan-jun said softly, "I really haven't done anything these few days... Han Chong was able to leave the mansion because he also held the old post of Beizhen Fusi besides working for me. He has been there most of the time in the past few days, His Majesty can check his whereabouts."

Chen Yicong looked at him coldly.

Mr. Hengyuan smiled calmly, "However, the emperor's visit today is probably not for these old things."

He coughed a few more times, and then slowly sat down on the nearby chair.

"I saw the chess record you sent to Bo Ling." Chen Yicong said coldly, "What trick are you playing?"

"What...'what trick'." Jun Hengyuan asked softly, "Can the emperor speak more clearly."

"You hypocritically sent her the chess record to win her trust, and secretly slandered me that she was going to leave Beijing and run away." Chen Yicong narrowed his eyes slightly, "What do you want to do to Bo Ling? What? Why are you targeting her like this!"

Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "The fact that Bai Siyao is leaving—"

"I don't believe that she will leave!" Chen Yicong interrupted sharply, "I'm here to ask you today, what are you trying to do with such evil intentions!"

Mr. Hengyuan frowned slightly.

He was silent for a moment, as if slowly thinking about how to answer.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes and sighed softly, "That's not harboring evil intentions, Your Majesty."

"The chess record was written by me personally. Since you have read it, you should know that it is also my painstaking effort... I will not take such a thing as a trifling matter.

"It's sincere to give her the chess record."

Mr. Hengyuan looked at Chen Yicong.

"...As for telling His Majesty about her escape, I have my own reasons."

"Sincerely," Chen Yicong frowned, "What kind of sincerity do you have?"

"In the past three years, Bai Siyao has been an excellent student." Hengyuan Jun said with a smile, "not afraid of difficulties, willing to study hard, delicate in mind, and sincere in attitude. It is a treasure to be able to teach such a disciple to play chess." Pleasure. And the minister himself learned a lot...things that he had never thought of before.

"So once the "Qingyue Collection" was compiled, I immediately asked Han Chong to send it over..."

Mr. Heng Yuan spoke very slowly.

Every time I say a sentence or two, I almost have to pause for a while.

"But you have always insisted that Bo Ling wants to leave. Where is the evidence?" Chen Yicong said coldly, "Where is the evidence? On the night you told me about this matter, I sent someone to investigate it. There was luggage in the back of the room - none at all!
"I have already found the donkey cart that they went to He Zhuang that day. The two of them didn't bring any luggage at all except a basket!"

"Your Majesty, I saw Han Chong that night, so I saw him. I believe him." Heng Yuan-Jun said softly, "But as the Emperor said, at this moment, I really only have rumors and no evidence..."

Chen Yicong was stunned for a moment, and was about to refute, when he heard Jun Hengyuan say, "If Yechen hadn't sent Han Chong to deliver the chess record by accident that day, I wouldn't have become suspicious.

"However, when I heard the news, I thought about it backwards, and then I felt that everything was reasonable.

"Since Bosi Yao Bingxue is smart, I probably can't find any obvious clues if I just search like this. I live in a secluded place, so it is naturally difficult to come up with any evidence... It is nothing more than thinking about the old letters in the past, and thinking about the relationship between these years. When we get along with Baisiyao, we naturally understand the firmness of Baisiyao."

Chen Yicong lowered his jaw stubbornly, "...I don't understand."

"Really?" Mr. Hengyuan smiled, "Even as a minister, after getting along with Bai Siyao these years, you can often see the shadow of an old friend in her body, but the emperor... can't see it."

Chen Yicong's eyes widened suddenly, and a layer of frost immediately covered them.

He faintly felt that Mr. Heng Yuan seemed to have noticed some of the most secret thoughts in his heart.

In the past three years, everyone who knew what happened that night in Sanxitang kept silent about it—that was the untouchable pain of the emperor.

For a while, the boy fell silent, and he couldn't even tell whether he was shocked or angry.

However, Mr. Hengyuan's expression remained indifferent.

"This palace gate is like the sea. If a woman like her can't die well, how can Bai Siyao... stay?"

(End of this chapter)