imperial psychologist

Chapter 473 Fireworks
Chen Yicong's breathing suddenly stopped.

Ask what rouge looks good... What does it mean?
He hesitated to take the two boxes of rouge in Lu Dou's hand, put them on the table and opened them separately.

Facing the two boxes of rouge, Chen Yicong carefully distinguished them, only to think that one box seemed to be lighter in color, and the other box was darker in color.

One box is more fragrant, and one box has no smell.

...Which one looks better on Boling's face?
Chen Yicong fell into deep thought.

How do you look good?
"Just... they all look good." He whispered a little uncertainly, "Well, they all look good."

"The slave...is that the way to reply?"

"Well," Chen Yicong nodded, "Let's go back like this."

Lu Dou took back the rouge and was about to turn around and leave.Chen Yicong sat where he was and looked at Lu Dou's back, and didn't react until he took seven or eight steps.

"Wait!" Chen Yicong said suddenly.

Lu Dou turned around, "Is there any order from Lord Long Live?"

"You...you put down all the rouge." Chen Yicong reached out and knocked on his desk, "After a while I finish approving the papers, I will go in person."

"Hey, hey, I understand." Lu Dou nodded again and again, stepped forward and put Rouge on Chen Yicong's left hand.

With Lu Dou's departure, the Hall of Mental Cultivation returned to its usual tranquility.

Chen Yicong picked up the ink brush again, and began to review the memorial in front of him.

But after a quarter of an hour, the notebook in his hand was still on the same page, and the ink pen was hanging in the air, not a single word was dropped.

Looking at the memorial in his hand, his breathing gradually became rapid, and an unconcealable smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

Even though he was alone in the hall at the moment, Chen Yicong couldn't help but put down his pen and covered his face with one hand.

He took a deep breath, sighed resignedly, carefully put the two boxes of rouge into his sleeves, and left here with big strides.

Berlin.

Berlin.

It's Berlin...

Lu Dou had already prepared his cloak and was waiting outside. When he saw Chen Yicong coming out, he chased after him and put it on Chen Yicong's shoulders.

The door of the small courtyard was open, and Chen Yicong could smell the fragrance of tea as soon as he stepped into the courtyard.He quickly walked past the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and in one step he crossed the three steps in front of the main house.

In the room, several court ladies were sitting beside Bai Ling, and Chen Yicong recognized what they were doing at a glance—these court ladies were polishing their nails for Bai Ling.

Seeing the emperor's arrival, the maids all stopped what they were doing.

Chen Yicong took a step back, "I didn't come at the right time...You guys continue."

Bo Ling laughed, and waved lightly to the maids, and everyone bowed to Bo Ling and the emperor to leave.

Only Bo Ling and Chen Yicong were left in the room.

Chen Yicong didn't speak, he stood there with a sad expression.

"The emperor came so fast," Bo Ling stood up from the rocking chair, and said softly, "At this time, shouldn't you be criticizing the papers——"

Before Bai Ling finished speaking, Chen Yicong grabbed her right hand. She was taken aback for a moment, and then was hugged tightly by the emperor.

Chen Yicong lowered his head and buried his face in Bai Ling's neck and shoulders.

"It's beautiful no matter what...Berling."

Chen Yicong's voice was very soft, with a long-awaited satisfaction.

"As long as it's you, everything looks good."

"Really," Bo Ling's voice was a little suspicious and uncertain, "I haven't used these things much, so I don't know if there will be any difference..."

"It doesn't matter, it's fine now."

For the first time, Chen Yicong held Bo Ling tightly in his arms, and a feeling almost boiling made him blush.

Burling didn't push him away.

Chen Yicong heard Bo Ling sigh slightly, and then hugged his back with both hands.

Through the cloak, Chen Yicong felt Bai Ling's hand gently wrapped around his waist.She tried to adjust her posture, and she actively leaned sideways in her arms.

Small, lean Berlin, so submissive, so cute.

Chen Yicong suddenly became dazed.

"Burling."

"Ok?"

Bai Ling raised her head, Chen Yicong's embrace was so strong, her face rested on Chen Yicong's neck, and every time she said a word, the heat from her mouth was like a tuft of feathers, gently brushing against Chen Yicong's neck.

"Have you changed your mind?" Chen Yicong suddenly let go of Bai Ling's waist, he desperately wanted to look into Bai Ling's eyes, "Will you—"

Burling shook his head.

"then you--"

"I just suddenly felt... there is no need to make things so rigid." Bai Ling's eyes were gentle, with a bit of girlish shyness, "I never knew what the emperor thought of me. A few days ago, the emperor suddenly asked me if I wanted To be your queen...I...I really am..."

Chen Yicong suddenly realized.

"It's because I was rude." He frowned, and suddenly felt a little ashamed, "It's because I didn't do well, it's all my fault..."

"In short, I need some time to think about it." Bo Ling said softly, "or...to get used to it."

"I'll give you time." Chen Yicong said immediately, "...don't worry, don't worry at all."

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "That's enough."

Bai Ling also looked at Chen Yicong, her gaze moved slightly, and she gently reached out to touch Chen Yicong's right cheek, Chen Yicong let out a "hiss", and turned her head quickly, avoiding Bai Ling's hand.

The bruise from last night had dissipated a little, and Chen Yicong's right cheek was bruised—seeing the injury on Chen Yicong's face, Bai Ling could almost imagine Bai Yi's situation, which must be several times more embarrassing than the boy in front of him...

Suddenly she couldn't help but want to laugh again.

Such a big man... still fighting.

Bo Ling sighed—oh, maybe boys are impulsive, and their IQ is only three years old...

"Why is the emperor injured?" She asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Chen Yicong shook his head again and again, and he laughed, "It doesn't hurt at all."

"Then, can you go out for a walk with me?" Bo Ling leaned up again, "I've been bored in the small courtyard for the past few days, and I'm a little bored."

"Okay, where to go?"

"The imperial garden?" Bo Ling said casually, "I kind of want to go for a walk by Mingchun Lake."

Throughout the day, Chen Yicong blushed, immersed in a slightly drunken state.

Suddenly, he seemed to have endless words, and he felt that his whole body had endless energy.

For the first time, he understood what kind of joy it is that the person he likes also has a good impression of him.

It was snowy and slippery, and Bai Ling was obediently held by him all the way, clasping fingers tightly with him——Chen Yicong didn't understand why Bai Ling's hands were always cold, he wished he could cover his hands to his chest until they Heat it up and take it out.

There were moments when it seemed to him that it was all moving too fast, but when Burling laughed, those doubts faded away.

Or in other words, it doesn't matter even if it's a deception.

Chen Yicong looked at the girl beside him again.

No... How could this be a deception?
This is so good.

(End of this chapter)