imperial psychologist

Chapter 591 Ercao's body and name are destroyed

Lan Zhijun pondered for a moment, with a somewhat incomprehensible expression on his face.

"Let me think about it."

"No hurry." Bai Ling said softly, "Lan Zhijun, you can also go to check the tone of the higher authorities in the past few days to see if it is what I said."

This chess game was played very slowly, and in the end Lan Zhijun conceded again with another throw.

"Concession." Bo Ling said softly.

"The game on the chessboard is not suitable for me after all." Lan Zhijun sighed, "You take away Mr. Hengyuan's "Qingyue Ji", it is on my desk, it was originally for you. "

Bai Ling was taken aback.

"Mr. Hengyuan gave it to me?"

"Yeah." Lan Zhijun nodded, "When I went to Qinyuan to find him for a replay last month, he asked me to hand it over to you."

Bai Ling was silent, she got up and walked to Lan Zhijun's desk, and sure enough, the chess book that was locked in the cabinet in the past was placed on the table neatly today.

"No wonder," Bai Ling said softly, "I said why there is no folded corner in this book...it turned out to be from Mr. Hengyuan again."

Bo Ling raised his head, "Thank you, Lan Zhijun, for letting go."

Lan Zhijun laughed rather self-deprecatingly, "It's not a cut-off, this game of black and white, I will never touch it again in the future."

"Why?" Bo Ling was a little surprised, "Isn't playing chess fun?"

"If you can't win, there's nothing interesting to talk about." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Things that are driven by interest must be what people are good at... Will you always do things that you are not good at?"

Bo Ling suddenly remembered the strong sense of victory and defeat that he experienced from Lan Zhijun when he played against Lan Zhijun for the first time in the other courtyard.

"Mr. Heng Yuan is a pretty good opponent on the chessboard," Bai Ling changed the subject, and she chuckled softly, "I haven't beaten him yet."

"Oh, you are a person who becomes more and more courageous when you get frustrated." Lan Zhijun smiled, "After you came to Baihuaya, you are also the first one to use this Lan name as the Hall of Kindness."

Bo Ling also laughed, but did not speak.

"What should I say about you?" Lan Zhijun continued, "You are indeed the descendant of that Imperial Physician Bai?"

Bo Ling followed with a laugh, and when she mentioned her father, she suddenly felt a little emotional.

"By the way, when winter just started last year, I went to the uncle's house in the countryside." She said suddenly.

"En." Lan Zhijun said softly.

"My uncle told me that he and my father's names were chosen by themselves. 'Jun' is a kind of wheel used in making pottery." Bo Ling lowered his eyes, "I asked him why my father wanted Using Tao Jun as the name, he said he didn't know, he had to ask my father himself.

"But when I got home, there were too many things, and I forgot to ask him what the meaning of the word 'Shijun' really is, but I have some guesses."

Lan Zhijun looked at her.

Bo Ling continued, "Before firing, the craftsman has to slowly knead the clay into shape, then insert the handle and ears while the clay is still wet, and then scrape the inner and outer walls to make the surface of the pottery embryo Smooth... All of these are done on the pottery jun, and the craftsman has to constantly rotate the wheel to adjust the shape of the clay.

"It's strange that when my father named himself, he didn't think of himself as the craftsman kneading the clay, nor as the carefully fired pottery and porcelain, he regarded himself as a little pottery jun , but not a simple Tao Jun - he wants to be the Tao Jun of this world.

"So I guess, when he was young, he was probably a restrained but passionate person. He could not only appreciate the insignificance of the world, but also hoped to do his best so that he would not waste his time. Even if he himself is not the last one. The work itself, which condenses countless efforts, will also be an important part of the birth of this work."

Bo Ling said softly, "He has always been a person with no selfishness."

"What is selfishness, and what is publicity? Isn't the publicity of outsiders his own selfishness?" Lan Zhijun lightly mocked, "If he was willing to hold back his quick talk back then, you and your brother would have How did you get to where you are today?"

Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun, "My Bai family has fallen to where it is today, not only because of my father's quick talk about the imperial concubine's illness."

"It's useless to talk about it." Lan Zhijun said softly, "The world is such a world. He can't change it with Tao Jun, and you can't change it with a Bailing. If you take away your useless 'public hearts' as soon as possible , maybe your ending will not be as tragic as today."

"..." Bo Ling smiled, "Maybe you are right."

Lan Zhijun could hear the disapproval in Bo Ling's tone, he smiled and said, "Aren't you convinced?"

Bo Ling didn't look at him, but just sighed softly, "No. It's just that after arriving in Baihuaya, I often recall and reflect on myself... how did I get to where I am today."

"Ah."

"Publicity is something that can't be seen or touched, but in many cases, one person's publicity can affect or even determine the direction of another group of people's future life." Bo Ling said softly.

She suddenly thought of Huang Chongde again, of the story Huang Chongde told her about the beginning and end of the war, of Bai Shijun picking up the baby girl on the mountain road, of Fourteen, of Bai Yi, of that snowy night when Chen Yicong was frightened and angry. The appearance... There are even those people she has never met who walked out of the Tzu Chi Hall in the southwest corner.

Bai Ling took a light breath and said with a smile, "How else can you say that people and their fate are closely related. Some people you think have nothing to do with you, but they are actually related, and some things you think you are not present, but you are actually present.

"Extend the time scale a little bit, not only look at the gains and losses at this moment, but think about which period of history you are stepping on now, and some people will know what choice they should make at the moment."

With a slight smile, Bo Ling spoke softly.

"'In the great moment of fate, all the bourgeois virtues—care, obedience, industry, prudence, are of no avail. It always requires only genius, and makes him immortal. Fate rejects the timid with contempt. Fate—another god in this world, is only willing to lift up the brave with warm arms and send them to the heaven of heroes.’”

Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun, "Has anyone taught you such a truth?"

Lan Zhijun frowned slightly.

"For a person like my father, some people respect him, some laugh at him, and some blame him... because when he makes a choice, he will always stick to the path he wants, even if the path is 'difficult' I don't have such courage, and many people don't.

"My father is not a good father, but he did teach me some truths by precept and deed..." Bai Ling lowered his eyes and smiled.

(End of this chapter)