imperial psychologist

Chapter 469 Wei Ying
Wei Shishi was breathing hard, and instinctively raised his left hand, trying to break Han Chong's hand away.

Yet this is a futility.

Han Chong's hand was slowly raised and raised. He heard Wei Shishi's dying sob, and then suddenly let go.

Wei Shishi fell to the ground again, causing pain all over his body.

"Come here." Han Chong turned around, and several people immediately stepped forward to listen to the order. He lightly kicked Wei Shishi on the ground, "Take him back to Zhen Fu Si Zhen Prison."

……

At night, the new rice porridge came cold and hot again, and Bai Ling still sat alone in the house, waiting for new news from the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

It was getting dark, and another day passed, and Bai Ling heard the occasional footsteps of changing guards in the yard—it was the emperor's mausoleum guard.

In fact, there is no need for such a battle, without Fourteen, she is just an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken.

Not to mention these well-trained mausoleum guards, in such a place with towering palace walls, even the most ordinary guards in the palace can easily block her way.

In the afternoon, Chen Yicong asked her to wait for the news when she asked to see Fourteen.

Then Bai Ling wanted to see his father and Bai Yi again, but Chen Yicong refused.

Bo Ling vaguely felt that after fourteen, Chen Yicong might still threaten him with the lives of Bai Yi and his father, but he hadn't reached that point yet, so he didn't say that yet.

But it also seems to be just a matter of time.

Today she can use such an almost self-destructive behavior to plead with Chen Yicong to put aside his murderous intentions towards Wei Shishi temporarily, but when she refuses to enter the harem in the future, what is the use of such a plea.

Is there any way to stabilize Chen Yicong's mind?

But all the methods are just a temporary delay...

When it really came to that step, what should I do...?

Burling scratched his head.

Another burst of hunger came from the abdomen, and hunger made people feel sober.

But in the darkness, Bo Ling suddenly smelled a fragrance.

It's probably an oily smell like roast chicken...

She frowned slightly - did Zhao Qi change his mind to coax her to eat?

Bo Ling closed his eyes and listened carefully for a while, but there was no sound from the outer room—footsteps, bumps... nothing.

She became a little concerned, so she turned over and sat up, and sniffed again.

There was no light in the room, so Bo Ling walked slowly to the table and reached out to touch the fire folder on the corner of the table. The moment she lit the candle, Bo Ling heard a strange voice behind her.

"Hey hey hey... the old roasted chicken, did you startle the medicine?"

Bo Ling yelled in shock, and the fire in her hand fell to the ground. She immediately looked behind her, and saw an old man smiling, sitting cross-legged on the coffee table not far away.

He held a big chicken drumstick wrapped in oiled paper in his hand - the source of the aroma was obviously here.

"Bai Siyao?" Zhao Qi obviously heard Bai Ling's voice outside, "What's wrong with you?"

The old man glanced out with a smile, then shrugged at Bo Ling.

"...I'm fine." Bo Ling's voice was a little weak, "There was no light in the room, I almost tripped..."

"Do you want a slave—"

"No need to come in," Bo Ling said softly, "I'm fine."

Zhao Qi's voice fell silent.

The room was dimly lit, and Bo Ling looked at the old man in front of him, feeling vaguely familiar with him, but couldn't remember where he met him.

Especially this magical laugh...

"Xiao Siyao, you are very courageous." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Aren't you afraid of seeing the old man?"

"...We," Bo Ling held a candle in his hand, looked at him with some hesitation, "have you seen us before?"

"When Si Yao entered the registration department, it was only this tall." The old man stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, "Now, I have really grown up."

For a moment, Bo Ling only felt a flash of lightning flash across his mind—isn't the strange old man who led Bo Ling to check the paperwork in the underground file department all night, isn't he the person in front of him now?

"……It's you!"

"It's me." The old man laughed, "How long will Xiao Siyao plan to starve himself like this?"

Bai Ling looked at the old man, and slowly put the candle lamp in her hand on the table. She pulled out the nearby chair and sat down by the table.

"...I don't know." Bai Ling's eyes fell, and she said softly, "When I see Fourteen—"

"I've seen it before." The old man whispered.

Bai Ling's eyes moved slightly, and then he looked at the old man, "How is he?"

The old man laughed dryly, "He's still alive, but he's still alive."

Then, he told Bo Ling one by one about today's quarry, and Bo Ling was jealous when he heard it.

"Since you knew...why did you..."

"I don't save people who are looking for death." The old man said indifferently, he looked at Bai Ling, "However, the emperor did stop the interrogation tonight, but it may not be the case tomorrow; even if the trial is not tomorrow, it may not be the day after tomorrow... ...Should Xiao Siyao continue to be hungry like this?"

"...What else?" Bo Ling looked at the old man in front of him, "Can you still go and save Shishi now?"

The old man laughed, "What can we do if we are rescued? Under the sky, is it the land of the king; on the shore of the land, are the ministers of the king... Could it be that if you get out of the poisonous prison of Fusi in Beizhen, you can be saved from death?" ?"

Bo Ling didn't answer, and after a long silence, she suddenly said.

"Old man, you must have died once, right?"

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you say?"

Bo Ling got up and went to get something under the pillow, then walked slowly to the old man.

"There is a question, I have been thinking..." Bai Ling stretched out his hand in front of the old man, "...who is it that has been secretly protecting me and Bai Yi? In this world, besides Fourteen, who else is there to guard?" Would you care about our lives?"

Bai Ling's palm slowly opened, and there were two and a half prints on her palm.

It was given to her by the Empress Dowager before she died.

"Don't let go, put away the half-prints, and take care of each other." Bo Ling murmured in a low voice, "This is what the Queen Mother told me before she died."

"I still remember the Queen Mother's expression at that time," Bo Ling looked at the old man in front of him, "At that time, old man, were you there?"

The smile on the old man's face receded, and his eyes became a little sad.

"...I am here." The old man said in a low voice, "I am here."

"Then, you are Wei Ying."

The old man did not avoid Bo Ling's gaze, and his expression was serious.

He didn't answer, but slowly stretched out his hand, and handed the other half-seal into Bo Ling's hand.

The two seals match, and the word "Wei Ying" is clearly printed on the bottom of the seal.

Bai Ling took a deep breath, and she suddenly felt a sore nose.

"So that's how it is..." She nodded, "You are indeed not dead... I guessed right."

She stood there, a little helpless and shed tears.

"What is Xiao Siyao crying for?"

"I'm happy." Bo Ling's breathing was completely trembling, "I'm happy...Master Wei, save Fourteen."

"This Pingjing city is very small," Wei Ying sighed softly, "Even if they get out of the poison prison, they still have various ways to capture Shisi back, just like this time."

"It's not the same." Bo Ling said firmly, "As long as you still have a way to bring him out of the prison, I will have a way to let him go."

(End of this chapter)