imperial psychologist

Chapter 464 The clues that do not exist
"The last sentence of 'acting cheaply' is the permission of the emperor." The man looked serious, "If you have any dissatisfaction with the medicine department, you can ask the emperor after the emperor goes to court today."

"but--"

Before Bai Ling finished speaking, there was a fierce sound of close combat from the backyard of the small courtyard.

The two Jinyi guards reacted almost immediately, quickly drew their swords and ran towards the backyard, followed by Bai Ling. However, when they arrived, there was only a man in a black robe curled up in pain on the ground.

His weapon was chopped into two pieces and fell not far from him, and blood gushed out from the shoulder covered by his right hand.

The man's face was grim with pain.

"Master Cheng!" The two Jinyi guards stepped forward almost immediately to float the man in black.

"Leave me alone, chase after me!" The injured man gritted his teeth, "Wu Yan and Seabuckthorn have already chased him in the northeast direction, send someone to help quickly, don't let them act alone—"

Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Fourteen managed to escape.

Jin Yiwei, who had been quietly lurking around the courtyard, all appeared at this moment, and everyone jumped up and rushed towards the direction pointed out by the wounded man.

Bai Ling turned to leave, but the man before him immediately blocked her way.

"Bo Siyao, this is the end of the matter, you should stay in this yard. We will send someone to protect your safety, in case Wei Shishi turns back and hurts you."

Bo Ling glanced at him, "... Is this part of your cheap play again?"

"This is for your sake." The man said softly, "Actually, I can understand that Wei Shishi must have made you feel very trustworthy after staying with Si Yao for so long, but Si Yao still doesn't know his true face. -"

"Ridiculous," Bo Ling laughed, "I know more about Fourteen's real face than all of you combined."

"Maybe." The man didn't argue, but other Jin Yiwei had already heard the news and blocked the exit of the courtyard.

He looked down at Bo Ling, "But you'd better not go anywhere. After all, the emperor has the safety of the medicine in mind. If anything happens, everyone in our yard will lose their heads."

"I don't care if your heads fall to the ground, get out of the way now," Bo Ling said softly, "Because the place I'm going now is the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Jin Yiwei, who was the leader, was a little hesitant.

Bai Ling looked at him, "There is still the last lesson between me and the emperor. If you delay because of your behavior today... Tomorrow, you have to take off this skin and go to the North Gate of Pingjing to sweep The city wall, believe it or not?"

After a deep breathing sound, the man slowly stepped out of the way.

Following his concession, the Jin Yiwei behind him also retreated to both sides.

Under the gaze of everyone, Bo Ling walked out of the yard empty-handed.

"Follow." The leader, Jin Yiwei, made a gesture to the followers nearby, and the four of them quickly stepped out and followed.

He turned his head back again and said to his subordinates, "I also have to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to tell the emperor what happened just now. Master Han, you go and pass it on."

"Yes!"

……

Qinyuan.Heng Yuanjun's side courtyard.

Just overnight, his desk was already filled with various letterheads and case files - all of which were the information collected by Han Chong over the past month.

Some are notes and observations that Han Chong recorded daily in his impermanence book, and some are copies of documents retrieved from Beizhen Fusi.

For all officials in the capital, regardless of their status, Jin Yiwei has its own follow-up. The higher the status, the more sensitive the identity and the more detailed the follow-up.

When an adult wrote an anti-poetry, or occasionally brought out a sentence or two of dissatisfied words when chatting with someone, Jin Yiwei recorded them all in the book.

The information is numerous and complicated, except for the recorder himself, almost no one will look through it. The royal guards are just diligently collecting and sorting it out, and classifying it all——for most courtiers, these dangerous and deadly things Information, may not be disclosed throughout his life.

However, once there is a decree, when it is necessary to focus on checking someone's bad deeds, Jin Yiwei can immediately weave a large number of crimes.

At this point, the officials of the Criminal Ministry are far behind.

And these records placed on Mr. Hengyuan's desk at this moment are just the details of Boling's travels in the past three years——

For example, on a certain day of a certain year, where and why did Bai Ling meet with an adult for more than an hour...

Where did Bo Ling buy something, who did he visit, and what did he give away...

On a certain night, which theater did Bo Ling go to alone, which play he watched, where he laughed, and when did he cry...

All of these are vivid.

Mr. Heng Yuan left some special papers and manuscripts in different places.

These collections of papers and volumes, large and small, formed a great chaotic circle in the very center of the emptied room.

His eyes moved from one place to another, looking for clues.

Until now, he probably understands why Han Chong said that he can't find any flaws no matter what - because it's too ordinary.

It's just too ordinary.

Except for Bo Ling's big gamble in the second year of Shengming, the rest is basically the daily life of ordinary people.

But there are also traces of that gamble - after Chen Yicong and Bai Yi went north together, she no longer entered the palace, and could only stay at home every day, bored, with nothing to do.

In the three months before the big gamble, Bo Ling basically indulged in the bookstore's collection of novels every day, and also spent money to buy some rouge and gouache, but he didn't use it when he bought it, and just put it there to collect ashes.

There are also some silks and satins, some pens, inks, papers and inkstones, some gadgets that girls like... In short, a lot of money was spent.

Seeing these details of life, Mr. Hengyuan laughed.

During those seven months, Bo Ling couldn't enter the palace, so naturally he couldn't come to him to play chess, so he also had a very boring life, and could only play chess with himself every day.

He also remembers this part of the past very clearly.

So skip here and continue to look down.

As Mr. Hengyuan pondered and pondered over and over again, his brows gradually wrinkled.He tried to extract a missing thread from it—Berling, who refused to walk gently into that good night, could not have lived so peacefully.

It is true that even if Berlin really has no plan to flee, his other plan has already been prepared.

However, Mr. Hengyuan still looked for clues of his certainty with a bit of playfulness.

"Are you going to let me down, Boling?"

He muttered to the pieces of paper on the ground.

……

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Bo Ling was blocked at the entrance of the hall for the first time.

No matter how she tried to fight, Lu Dou's message to her was always only one sentence, "The emperor is busy at the moment, really busy, Si Yao, you go back and wait."

(End of this chapter)