imperial psychologist

Chapter 596 His Name
"Bo Siyao, don't get too involved in these things. For some things, just go to the end." Sun Beiji said softly, "When the emperor comes back, regardless of victory or defeat, I will go with the emperor to ask for your pardon. will."

"I am not guilty." Bo Ling said softly, "I don't need anyone to forgive me."

……

Coming out of Sun Beiji's interrogation room, Bai Ling was taken to another deep corridor.

At the end of the road, Mr. Heng Yuan was lying on the bed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mr. Hengyuan raised his eyes and looked this way. Seeing that it was Bai Ling, he smiled, and then coughed.

Several officials brought Bo Ling to the prison door and left. The prison door was unlocked, but Bo Ling didn't go in either. She walked to the fence and looked down at Mr. Heng Yuan inside.

Even though it was midsummer, Mr. Heng Yuan was still wearing the silver-gray toga he used to be. Perhaps because he hadn't seen the sun for several days, his face looked paler and weaker than before, and his appearance became more sick.

"This scene looks familiar." Bo Ling's voice sounded smooth, "It's just that you're in it this time."

"...They really let you come." Mr. Heng Yuan smiled.

Bo Ling glanced at Mr. Hengyuan's cell. Compared with the other cells, it was obviously cleaned carefully. Except that it had no sunlight and no windows, it was probably no different from the house he usually lived in.

A square carpet was spread on the open space in the middle, and a low table and a chess board were placed on it.

"I promised Mr. Sun Ge," Bo Ling said softly, "I will come every few days from now on."

"I've already said everything I need to say," Heng Yuan-jun said softly, "It's useless for them to ask you to talk..."

Bo Ling laughed, "Actually, I also think it's not you."

Mr. Hengyuan raised his face slightly, "Oh, why?"

"Based on your means, I think there is a high probability that you will work hard on the emperor," Bai Ling said softly, "It's not like your style to take the initiative to make trouble with mercenaries... You don't have the mental strength, let alone you use your tongue casually You can make Chen Yicong change his face, so why bother to make trouble for yourself."

Mr. Heng Yuan smiled again.

He barely supported the edge of the bed to get off the ground, and then sat on the side of the chessboard, "Since you're here, don't stand outside."

Berlin didn't move.

"I don't want to play chess today," she said softly, "I'll leave after standing here for enough time."

In the dark, someone is recording the conversation between Bo Ling and Mr. Heng Yuan word for word.

Although Bo Ling and Mr. Heng Yuan didn't see this person, nor heard any suspicious noises, they both knew in their hearts that their every move now would fall into the eyes of others.

Sun Beiji would never deliberately arrange Bo Ling's visit simply to satisfy Mr. Heng Yuan's wish, and Bo Ling himself knew this.

There was silence in the prison, and there was an inexplicable sound of dripping water in the distance, falling on the ground bit by bit.

In the candlelight, Mr. Heng Yuan sighed, opened the chess basket by himself, and began to place pieces on the chessboard.

The slight sound of the chess pieces, in this empty and deep prison, makes people feel uneasy.

"Playing chess with Lan Zhijun is boring." Heng Yuanjun asked suddenly.

Bai Ling looked at him, and said after a long time, "It's okay..."

Mr. Hengyuan's eyes fell on the chessboard, "You have been in Lan Zihao for so long... Can you count the number of chess games you have played against him with one hand?"

Bo Ling thought for a while, "Yes."

"Because playing chess with him is very boring." Mr. Hengyuan said again, "Every game of his chess is played with the heart of winning...Things that cannot be won are meaningless to him."

Berlin didn't speak.

"Do you want to talk to me about Lan Zhijun?" She asked softly, "Here?"

Mr. Hengyuan didn't answer, but asked first, "Has "Qing Le Ji" been given to you?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "He said that playing chess on the chessboard is not something he is good at after all, so he won't play it in the future."

Mr. Hengyuan laughed when he heard this.

"It's not his fault. When he was young, he didn't learn from a serious master." Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "It's not like me."

Bai Ling heard a part of what Mr. Hengyuan said. After thinking about it, she continued to ask along the conversation, "Who is Mr. Hengyuan's Go master?"

"There are two," Mr. Heng Yuan said without any fluctuation in his gaze, he didn't even look up at Bo Ling, "my father, and Mr. Zhen from Zhan Shifu...they are both masters of chess, I will Now I often miss the time when they were still there.”

"...It happened a long time ago."

"It was indeed a long time ago." Mr. Heng Yuan said softly.

"Did you meet Lan Zhijun at that time too?" Bai Ling asked.

"...Acquaintance." Mr. Hengyuan slightly raised his eyes, "How do you count as an acquaintance?"

"Meeting you for the first time?" Bo Ling replied.

"That was a long time ago," Mr. Heng Yuan said softly, "I have known this person for a long time... much longer than I have seen him."

Bo Ling was stunned for a moment, "...is he so famous?"

"Of course, he is very famous." Mr. Heng Yuan said softly.

Bai Ling didn't speak - she was concentrating on her thoughts, sometimes what Mr. Heng Yuan said should not only listen to the literal meaning, but also pay attention to whom he was speaking to.

In this prison of Dali Temple, there are too many blind spots beyond the line of sight. Bai Ling doesn't believe that Mr. Heng Yuan will be so naive as to think that today's conversation is just a conversation between the two of them.

If he wanted to talk about Lan Zhijun here, there was only one possibility - he was reaching out to drag that Lan Zhijun out of the Golden Pavilion.

"I used to think you were friends," Bo Ling said softly, "but he told me not."

"of course not."

"...I also wondered if he might be your old department in Baihuaya again," Bo Ling said in a lower voice, "but it seems that he never had the slightest intention of treating you as his master."

Mr. Heng Yuan smiled, and the sound of the chess pieces falling on the board became even louder.

"What's his name?" Bai Ling said softly, "Mr. Heng Yuan should know."

"His name..." Mr. Hengyuan repeated in a low voice, "Have you ever asked him such a question?"

"No, but even if I ask, I don't think he will tell me. It's as if I asked him what the relationship between you and him is, and he didn't answer me."

"It's quite difficult to answer." Mr. Heng Yuan said softly.

Suddenly, Bai Ling remembered the garden book she saw in the Golden Pavilion, and she slowly squatted down along the fence outside the prison door, so as to be at eye level with Mr. Heng Yuan.

Bai Ling's eyes fell completely on Mr. Heng Yuan's face, and he could see every frown and smile on the other side.

"His name, is it..."

Bai Ling's eyebrows moved slightly, with some uncertainty, he read the name lightly.

"Scribble?"

(End of this chapter)