imperial psychologist

Chapter 598 Twins
"One of them turned his back immediately, and he didn't know what he did. The child's whimpering soon stopped." Sun Beiji said softly, and he looked at Zhang Shouzhong, "At that time... I probably had the same expression as you do now."

"These people, are these people..."

"I don't know." Sun Beiji whispered, "I never saw them again after that."

"That was the poem..."

"It was that young man with a sick face, Lin Xue recited it." Sun Beiji whispered, "I can't forget the scene of that night to this day...Does Shouzhong know whose name 'Shu Bai' is?"

Zhang Shouzhong nodded.

"I also had doubts later, because I was afraid. At dawn that day, I went to check the list of people summoned by the household department to enter the palace the night before...Of course, it is impossible to get anything." Sun Beiji said softly, "I lived in fear for a month, and every day I was worried that an official would come to my house suddenly and ask me what happened that night."

"But no, right?" Zhang Shouzhong asked.

"Well," Sun Beiji said with lowered eyes, his face was calm, "No."

"That night, Elder Ge saw a young man with a sick face..." Zhang Shouzhong lowered his voice, "Is it... the one who lived in Qinyuan during the Jianxi period—"

Sun Beiji nodded.

"After the fall of the Song family, the Holy Majesty gave me the position of Chief Assistant Minister, so I can also be appointed as the Registry Department." Sun Beiji said in a low voice, "When I checked who the princes of the world could be selected as the king's reserve, I I also took advantage of the opportunity to look at the branch of the former Prince Qinyuan..."

"Mr. Hengyuan was born in the autumn of the 17th year of Jianxi." Sun Beiji said softly.

Zhang Shouzhong was sweating coldly.

Sun Beiji continued, "At that time, the emperor issued an order that this child could be saved, but he was not allowed to name it, and he was not allowed to make a book... But in the book, the former crown prince still gave the child a name in private, but never in front of outsiders. Shout out, the palace servants who learned about this also reported it to the emperor, but the emperor did not pursue it."

"...I've also heard some rumors," Zhang Shouzhong wiped his forehead with his sleeve, "it's just that it's not as detailed as the elder Ge said."

"'Thousands of miles are waiting for you'," Sun Beiji said in a low voice, "thinking about it, the child who was sent out of the palace that night must have been sent to a foreign land overnight. Probably don’t even bother.”

"Then Hengyuan Lord who is still in Qinyuan..."

"I sometimes wonder who he is." Sun Beiji whispered, "Maybe it's no one."

"Have you said these words to the emperor?"

"I never told anyone." Sun Beiji said in a low voice, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Shouzhong, "After all, the old Jian'an Pavilion collapsed in the first year of Shengming."

Zhang Shouzhong frowned.

"Would you like to say it?" Sun Beiji looked at the incomplete confession on the table that was contaminated by sewage, "Even if I say it now, can I still find the child who was sent thousands of miles away?"

"Maybe the clue lies in that Lan Zhijun from Baihuaya." Zhang Shouzhong said in a low voice, "If we just let Bo Ling go back like this, will we startle the snake?"

Sun Beiji sighed, shook his head and said, "Too much has been done to startle the snake, and it's...not bad."

……

Lan Zhijun stayed up all night.

There were no candles lit or windows opened in the Golden Pavilion. He sat quietly in the dark room last night, waiting for the sky outside to light up bit by bit.

At dawn, the officials sent someone to take Bo Ling away, and after dawn, Bo Ling came back alone.

Feng Qi asked through the door if he wanted to call Bo Ling to come up for questioning now, but Lan Zhijun didn't answer - no answer, just no need.

He heard about Mr. Hengyuan's arrest last night, and it was the first time in so many years that the imperial court acted so aggressively.In the Jianxi Dynasty, Mr. Hengyuan's name was a taboo—his existence itself was a taboo, and no one would ever bring him to light, let alone bring him to Dali Temple for interrogation.

Four years ago, he suddenly revealed everything about meeting An Ge, killing everyone by surprise.However, those who died would not know that the one who confessed their identities was the "Minggong" they had been serving all along.

Then last night, what would Mr. Heng Yuan say in prison.

Suddenly footsteps sounded outside, more than one person came, Lan Zhijun looked out the door, Feng Qi's voice sounded very quickly.

"Lan Jun, Miss Bailing wants to see you."

There was no reply from the house for a long time.

Feng Qi turned her head and said in a low voice, "Let me tell you, Mr. Lan is either resting now, or he just doesn't want to see anyone. What's the use of you coming here?"

Bo Ling looked at the closed door of the Golden Pavilion, "He must not be resting."

"You know that?"

Bo Ling thought for a while, then turned to the doorway, "I saw Mr. Hengyuan last night."

There was still no movement inside, and Bo Ling said again, "I chatted with him for a long time, and we talked about you."

Feng Qi's expression suddenly changed.

Bai Ling looked at her, then looked away, and looked at the door of the Golden Pavilion again, "No matter how powerful Lan Zhijun's wrist is, he probably didn't have any tentacles in the prison of Dali Temple...I told Mr. Hengyuan last night What, if you want to know, I can tell you."

The door of the Golden Pavilion opened.

Lan Zhijun stood at the door, looking at Bo Ling.

"come in."

Feng Qi also followed behind, and was about to close the door when Lan Zhijun suddenly said, "Feng Qi goes out."

She was taken aback for a moment, but quickly lowered her head and opened the door from the outside.

In the center of the Golden Pavilion, Bo Ling and Lan Zhijun sat on the ground, with a tea table about two feet high in the middle.

"It seems that Lan Zhijun didn't sleep well last night," Bo Ling looked at Lan Zhijun's eyes and said softly, "Many people didn't sleep well last night."

Lan Zhijun smiled, "Some people just can't sleep well at night, so if you want to say something, say it now."

"Mr. Hengyuan and I talked about a poem and a name in prison," Bai Ling said softly, "I just found out that what I saw at Mr. Lanzhi before was left by Prince Qinyuan to Hengyuan. Your book.

"I have been thinking since I came back, why there is such a thing here at Lan Zhijun...

"I'm also thinking about your strange sense of winning and losing, because Mr. Heng Yuan said that playing chess with you is a very boring thing..." Bai Ling said softly, "And this kind of winning and losing, I have also experienced it with you. Feel it here."

"I'm curious as to why Mr. Hengyuan keeps mentioning your name and bringing the topic to you in such a place. I think this is almost a kind of guidance," Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun who was calm. , "It's funny to say... It was only last night that I really believed that you are really not friends, he almost wants to kill you."

Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun, "What about you, is it the same?"

(End of this chapter)