imperial psychologist

Chapter 462
Chen Yicong took two steps back involuntarily.

"Are you saying that I will also become an emperor like my father?" Chen Yicong's voice revealed murderous intent, "Do you mean that?"

Mr. Heng Yuan shook his head.

"I just want the emperor to understand Bai Siyao's situation." Heng Yuan sighed softly, "I have said that, whether it is to give Bai Siyao chess records, or to tell the emperor the news , I have my own reasons."

Speaking of this, Mr. Heng Yuan frowned bitterly.

"Being guarded by people you trust and are close to, or even regarded as a potential threat... After all, it's not a good feeling." He whispered, "I understand too well... So after thinking about it, after some hesitation, I couldn't help but put Tell the emperor about this matter."

"The deceased is gone," Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "Why continue to suffer yourself, the emperor might as well push the boat along with the current, just let Bai Siyao survive, it will be a problem for her and you—"

"Shut up!" Chen Yicong interrupted Mr. Hengyuan again, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you right now."

He supported the edge of the nearby table, his eyes were reddish.

"I want evidence." He looked straight at Mr. Heng Yuan, "I don't want to listen to these pretentious words, I want evidence!"

"...Chen, I can't do it." Lord Hengyuan sighed softly, "I'm already half—"

"Whoever you want to hire and what you want to investigate, I can match you up." Chen Yicong's voice was extremely low, almost hoarse, "Is this not possible?"

Mr. Heng Yuan smiled.

"Well, it can be done."

"I only give you three days." Chen Yicong's eyes revealed the sharpness of an emperor, "Three days, give me a definite answer, if you can't do it, you don't have to live in this Qinyuan anymore, I I will arrange a suitable residence for you."

"I...understand." Lord Hengyuan nodded solemnly.

Leaving these words behind, Chen Yicong quickly stepped out of the gate of Qinyuan's courtyard.

This courtyard made him feel disgusted, even disgusted, he didn't want to see Mr. Hengyuan's face again for a moment, and he didn't want to hear those inexplicable words from him.

It was cold and lonely in Qinyuan at midnight, Chen Yicong walked in the snow and suddenly felt a sore nose.

Deep down in his heart, he suddenly felt that he was still that child who needed someone to take care of and comfort him, someone to touch his hair, and someone to wipe away the tears from his face.

But those who loved him and loved him have all passed away, and no one will hug and coax him like his mother.

Such a person may never exist again until death.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the hot tears constantly gushing from his eyes, and walked forward without saying a word, leaving a long mark on the snow.

……

Mr. Heng Yuan lay on the couch half asleep and half awake, until the door opened, he opened his eyes sharply.

Sure enough, Han Chong came back with a paper bag of pine needles from Luzhou.

With the extra charcoal that Chen Yicong came out of thin air tonight, Mr. Heng Yuan skillfully began to cook water.

"When my subordinate came back, I saw that the mausoleum guard had left about two-thirds of the time." Han Chong sat on the ground beside Lord Hengyuan's fire, "It seems that Mr. Ming is right."

"En." Heng Yuan-jun's eyes reflected the warm orange light of the fire, which also made his face appear a rare blood color.

"...But how did Duke Ming determine that Bo Ling was going to leave?" Han Chong frowned slightly, "This subordinate didn't see any luggage, even if he insisted that he saw it during the confrontation, it was just a false claim. "

"You don't need a certificate for this matter, you just have to insist that you have seen it." Mr. Hengyuan glanced at Han Chong, "You are the certificate."

Han Chong fell silent noncommittally, and after a long time, he whispered, "But my subordinates still haven't got anything in the past few days."

When the snow boiled, Mr. Hengyuan didn't immediately respond to Han Chong's words. He picked up the bamboo tube beside him and began to heat the cup.

Not long after, a refreshing tea fragrance diffused in the room.

The tea aroma of Luzhou pine needles is very special. It has a certain smell of pine and cypress. When you smell it for the first time, there is a faint sweetness, and the bitterness of the tea has a bit of mellowness. After swallowing, the original bitterness will disappear. For a slightly spicy fragrance.

This kind of change made Mr. Hengyuan have a rare smile on his face.

"You have been injured before, and you must understand when the injury hurts the most." Heng Yuan-jun said with a smile.

"It's not the most unbearable when you get the first cut. It's usually when it heals. And if the wound doesn't heal, it's painful to stab again at the same place...

"People are like this, the more they are afraid of something, the more they think about it, bit by bit, they feed their fear into a beast.

"So, Master Han. We don't need to explain this story." Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "Throw out the clues, and the emperor will make up the rest by himself."

After all, he drank the remaining tea in the cup in one gulp.

"Then what is Mr. Ming going to do next?"

The fire was shining, Mr. Hengyuan stared silently at the dim light in front of him, and suddenly thought of Bai Ling again.

"It's a pity." He sighed softly, "...First, control the hidden guard next to Bai Ling."

Mr. Hengyuan looked at Han Chong, "How to do it specifically, whether to confront it head-on or capture the game...you decide for yourself. If you need help, just let me know."

……

Early the next morning, the three members of the Bai family woke up as usual.

Wash, eat, routine check the medicine cabinet, do the dishes...then head out.Bai Ling and Bai Yi walked on both sides of Bai Shijun as usual.

Bai Yi was still thinking about the sudden engagement yesterday, and Bai Ling was more silent than usual.

Bai Shijun looked left and right, "...you all have something on your mind today."

"Yes." Bai Ling replied, she sighed, and said softly, "Our family has a little tail again."

"What?" Bai Yi was taken aback for a moment.

"Sincere told me this morning that in the middle of the night yesterday, there may be at least five or six Jinyiwei guards around our house, and two of them are dark guards of the same level as Shifour."

Bai Shijun frowned, "What's the matter with you?"

Bai Ling didn't answer, but just took Bai Shijun's arm and said, "Yesterday, I asked Dad to sort out all the revised manuscripts. Did Dad do it?"

"It's done," Bai Shijun replied, "Not only did I arrange the order, but I packed them up in rolls with a rope, so that I wouldn't have to change them later—the rest Basically, it’s just additions and deletions in the text, and it’s meaningless to change it any further.”

"Okay," Bo Ling nodded, "Where is Dad's manuscript?"

"It's in the box under my bed, and I put a lock on it so that it's not easy to be gnawed by mice." Bai Shijun said, "Why do you suddenly want to urge me to sort out the manuscript?"

Bai Ling laughed, "Isn't it because every time Dad changes the text, he throws the finalized and scrapped drafts everywhere, the mess is so annoying..."

"Since that part has been sorted out," Bai Shijun said with a smile, "I'll personally send them to the bookstore tomorrow to see if I can print a part first—"

"No rush." ​​Bai Ling said with a smile, "Father will keep the manuscript first, and send it together when the manuscript is finished.

(End of this chapter)