imperial psychologist

Chapter 475 Fourteen

Wei Shishi was taken aback for a moment, and he looked at the carriage again.

He had a few bundles in his hand, some clean men's clothes and scraps of silver in them—but after looking through them, there was no one else's luggage except his.

Could it be that Berlin and the others...are not in this carriage.

Wei Shishi frowned, and as his mind became clearer, the pain all over his body became more and more clear.

His left hand was still bandaged, so he pressed one end of the letter with his palm, and tore open the envelope forcefully with his right hand, and a half-print fell out.

Wei Shishi picked up the half-seal and immediately recognized that it was another half-seal of his own.

He quickly took out all the other things in the envelope—there were two vouchers of Zhang Yuzhang's bank account and a long letter inside.

Leaning on the swaying carriage, Wei Shishi slowly unfolded the letter paper, and the familiar handwriting came into view:
"Fourteen, seeing words is like meeting you."

Wei Shishi realized something in an instant.

Bo Ling is really not here...she is probably still in Pingjing.

The carriage shook slightly, and Wei Shishi adjusted his posture again, and began to read Bo Ling's letter seriously——

"Fourteen, seeing words is like meeting.

"I think when you have the opportunity to read this letter, it probably means that you have left Pingjing safely, and I am so happy for you.

"The road you are walking now is the route we have been planning for the past three years.

"Unfortunately, we can't go together this time.

"Time is running out. Although I have so much to say to you, I don't know how much I can write in this letter... I just hope that you can listen carefully to what I have to say and think about it seriously.

"Fourteen, I have only one wish for you: don't look back.

"Don't look back, don't think about saving me again, things have come to this point today, I know I'm going to the end, so I'm holding on to my death wish, and I'm writing you my last farewell.

"I want you to understand that your departure was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a miracle of countless coincidences.

"Must, must, don't waste this miracle!
"Do you still remember what the Queen Mother told us before she left? She said that we should take care of each other, but since the day the Queen Mother let you come to me, you have always been taking care of me and protecting me.

"You seldom talk about yourself, your wishes, your hopes, I only hear you mention a few words in rare moments.

"But I know that for some lives, you must have planned thousands of times in your heart, otherwise you would not be so familiar with the map of the northern border. Now is the opportunity, please must, must, must grasp this hard-won Opportunity.

"This is my last and deepest wish.

"I often hear a saying, "A scholar dies for his confidant", but I always feel that this sentence should be reversed, "A scholar lives for his confidant".

"Because, how simple it is to ask for death, but to live is a more difficult choice, not to mention holding on to a belief, following the direction guided by this belief throughout your life, and pursuing forever.

"Don't look back, don't turn back, and never come to my grave to mourn, I'm not there.

"I will become the snowstorm in the north, or I will turn into a rushing river, I will be the whispering swallow under the eaves in spring, and the distant bell at dusk and dawn...

"Bo Yi always told me that people don't have a world after death, but why not? If you think of me at any moment when you see this world, then I will live in front of your eyes at that moment.

"There are two things attached to the letter. One is your half-seal. From now on, you are no longer my secret guard, you are just yourself. The other is the voucher of my two secret accounts in Yuzhang Bank. you.

"From Pingjing to Luzhou, no one knows better than you how to proceed along the way. I suggest that you go west slowly according to the itinerary we planned before, and then plan what you want when the injury recovers. the direction to go.

"If you still have the energy, I hope you can go to Qiansang for me, find a local orphanage called "Keats Hall", and take some money from our secret door to them, as a token of appreciation.

"In short, the mountains ahead are high and the road is far away, please don't look back.

"I wish you a smooth journey and a safe rest of your life!

"Berling, the last word."

Wei Shishi's expression became ferocious again, and his tears rolled down in big drops, dripping on Bo Ling's letter paper, melting those delicate lowercase letters.

In a panic, he reached out to wipe away the tears on the letter paper, but the ink stains blurred by the tears smeared more words.

In the wilderness in the early morning, there are no people on the plain path.

On the carriage heading west alone, Wei Shishi burst into tears.

……

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Bai Ling was already sitting beside Chen Yicong, having breakfast with him.In the past few days, it has been like this every day.

After going to court, Chen Yicong always returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He sat on the ground, reviewing the memorial on the low table, and Bo Ling was sitting beside him. Chen Yicong held the vermilion pen in his right hand, and his left hand was clasped with Bo Ling, and he was reluctant to let go for a moment.

Bo Ling looked at Chen Yicong's profile from nearby.

When he was reviewing the memorial, his expression was much more serious. Occasionally, when he saw an annoying one, Chen Yicong raised his eyebrows, as if he was about to get angry, but the anger often turned into a light sigh, and he bowed his head and kissed Bo Ling the back of his hand, and continued to read.

Bai Ling didn't seem to sleep very well these few nights, and often took naps during the day, and Chen Yicong would let her rest on his lap for a while.

Berlin did not refuse at all.

When she really fell asleep, Chen Yicong would put down the pen in his hand, and gently stroke Bai Ling's hair, beside her ears, and her long neck with many fluffy hairs hanging down.

Bo Ling would sometimes wake up and push his hand away with a smile.

"Don't do this, Your Majesty, it's very itchy."

Chen Yicong smiled and stopped.

It's really strange... He hates people saying no, no, and no to him so much, but when these words come out of Bai Ling's mouth, he only feels sweet and joyful.

"I always feel that your complexion is not very good these days." While drinking porridge, Chen Yicong suddenly said, "Can't you sleep at night?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "I feel like I've been living in the palace all the time, and I'm not used to sleeping. I'm afraid of the dark when the lights are off at night, and it's too bright when I turn on the lights..."

"Afraid of the dark?" Chen Yicong blinked his eyes, as if he heard something funny again, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

"Why not?" Bai Ling looked at him with a smile, "In the past, my father would snore in the next room after he fell asleep, but I was not afraid of that snoring sound."

Chen Yicong laughed out loud, he suddenly thought of something, wanted to speak, but fell silent a little shyly.

"By the way, Your Majesty. When can I meet Bai Yi and my father?" Bai Ling asked, "Are they still traveling in the countryside with the Dingbianhou family?"

(End of this chapter)