imperial psychologist

Chapter 484 Assassin
Chen Yicong violently tossed Bai Ling to the ground. Almost at this moment, he felt the wound on his left shoulder open a little more.

Bo Ling fell heavily from the bed, and she curled up on the ground in pain for a while, then slowly stood up.

Bo Ling picked up the bloody dagger on the ground again.

Zhao Qi really wanted to go forward and hug Bai Siyao, and then shout to the emperor to run.

But neither his body nor his feet seemed to belong to him for a moment. He stood stiffly in the corner, like a human-shaped candlestick.

"Dare...to assassinate in the palace...who gave you the courage, who gave you the courage! Bo Ling!"

Chen Yicong reluctantly covered his wound, but soon realized that the place on his back shoulder seemed difficult to reach with his own hands alone.

His embarrassment turned to rage.

"It's because I indulged you too much...It's because I indulged you so much that you became so ignorant! Everything I've done for so long...was it all in vain!?
"Why... exactly why!?"

Burling laughed.

In the candlelight, she gently wiped away the blood on her face, and the uncoagulated blood dyed her cheeks bright red.

Bo Ling didn't answer, but turned around holding the knife, walked lightly, and went out barefoot.

It was only at this time that Zhao Qi came back to his senses. He put the candle on the table, and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Emperor... Your Majesty... Do you want your slaves to chase... chase—"

"What are you chasing! Can she run out of the palace alone!" Chen Yicong angrily said, "Go and call someone! Go and announce the Imperial Physician!"

Zhao Qi shivered, stood up quickly and walked out.

Chen Yicong felt a piercing pain, he fell down on the bed panting heavily, the pillow was wet with tears and sweat.

The room was quiet for a moment, and his eyes fell on the place where the dagger fell just now.

Suddenly, Chen Yicong realized something.

A kind of fear suddenly seized his soul, making him forget to put on his clothes and shoes, and he didn't even care about the deep stab wound on his shoulder.

Just now Bo Ling held the knife and ran out covered in blood...

The palace is full of guards patrolling at night...

If the guards spotted her and she went on a rampage without explanation... what would happen?
——Berling... Do you want to die?

Chen Yicong came to his senses again.

Barefoot, he rushed into tonight's snowstorm and pushed Zhao Qi who was blocking the door away.

"Your Majesty...how do you...?"

Chen Yicong didn't listen to Zhao Qi's scream at all. He looked around at the footprints on the ground, judged the direction of Bo Ling's departure, and then strode after him.

The blood soaked through his clothes, leaving little spots of blood behind Chen Yicong.

He shouted Berlin's name on the deserted palace road.

However, there was no response except for the echoes stirring in the wind and snow.

The noise finally attracted the hidden guards stationed elsewhere—everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

An emperor covered in blood, wearing a thin tunic, raced on a snowy night.

……what's the situation! ?

Without any hesitation, the hidden guards went to the duty room of the imperial hospital to announce the imperial doctor, and the rest of them quickly fell to Chen Yicong's side. They took off their robes and covered Chen Yicong, and tried to bring him to the hospital. Go elsewhere to stop the bleeding.

Chen Yicong frantically pushed away the guards who wanted him to focus on the overall situation, and then suddenly turned around in his head, asking them to leave one person to guard him, and the others immediately followed the direction they were looking at to find Bo Ling.

"Keep her life! Keep her life! I won't allow anyone to hurt her!"

The hidden guards are Japanese dogs in their hearts.

This is bound to be a sleepless night for everyone.

……

Early the next morning, when the news reached the cabinet, Sun Beiji felt dizzy for a moment.

He suddenly felt real fear—the emperor was assassinated in the palace last night.

It is said that the assassin has been caught so far, but the emperor was assassinated last night and suffered from the wind and cold. He is currently resting in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

How could an assassin be able to enter the palace...

Could it be that the gold thief who sneaked into Pingjing a few years ago has infiltrated the palace now?

How dangerous is the emperor's situation!
He tried to ask the Jin Yiwei who came to deliver the decree for more details, but the Jin Yiwei just took a deep look at him and then coughed.

"To be more specific, Mr. Ge will understand once he enters the palace."

Sun Beiji didn't dare to delay, and immediately rushed to the Hall of Mental Cultivation together with Zhang Shouzhong.

The aged Qin Kang stood there, with Wang Jixuan and Zhang Yousheng behind him.

Sun Beiji stepped forward to ask about the situation, but Qin Kang just shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, we have to wait."

Just as Sun and Zhang were about to enter the house, they were stopped by Qin Kang.

"What does the envoy of the Qin court mean?" Zhang Shouzhong was a little confused, "We came here by order. Does the emperor not want to see us again?"

"No." Qin Kang looked at Sun and Zhang, "The emperor is weak now, and the two adults just came from outside, wash your hands first, put on a mask and shoe covers before entering the house."

"Mask?" Zhang Shouzhong frowned sensitively, "We wear masks to face the saint? This...isn't appropriate?"

"Does the emperor know?"

"I know." Qin Kang said in a low voice, "The popularization of the disinfection system in the Xichaifang of the Imperial Hospital is itself what the emperor ordered to push last month. Otherwise, I would not dare to ask the two adults to do so here."

As he spoke, he gestured to the young apprentice standing beside him, "Take Master Zhang and Master Sun."

Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong didn't know what to do, but since the envoy of Qin's old hospital had already mentioned this point, they had no choice but to do so.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Chen Yicong was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong discovered that the palace servants in the Palace of Mental Cultivation were all wearing masks.

This is really, really disrespectful...

The two saluted in front of Chen Yicong's bed, and the emperor opened his eyes when he heard the sound.

The emperor looked weak.

Lu Dou raised his sleeve and wiped the wet corners of his eyes, choked up and said, "The emperor summoned two lords today, because he has something to discuss with the two lords."

"Your Majesty, please listen carefully."

As Lu Dou said, he went to fetch the note—it was yesterday afternoon, Chen Yicong dictated the reply on the carriage back to the city, about some plans for putting the rear firearms of Dazhou to the front line in the future.

Both Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong were taken aback for a moment.

Indeed, this matter is very urgent. It is said that Chen Yicong should go to the cabinet to discuss it with the ministers in person this morning...

The more Zhang Shouzhong listened, the more his nose became sour.

The Ministry of War has always been in charge of this matter, with the cooperation of other ministries. Zhang Shouzhong expounded his opinions in detail, and then agreed with and refuted Chen Yicong's several points of view.

After talking about the matter, Chen Yicong closed his eyes again and asked the two to go back to the cabinet to draft an order.

Sun Beiji had admiration and worry in his eyes, "Your Majesty, what happened to the assassination last night? Has the identity of the criminal been confirmed?"

Chen Yicong did not answer.

"Yes!" Zhang Shouzhong said with a frown, "Where's an assassin can sneak into the core hinterland of my Great Zhou and injure the dragon body of the Holy One, this matter should be strictly investigated——"

"...It's Bo Ling." Chen Yicong replied softly.

(End of this chapter)