imperial psychologist

Chapter 599 I Know

"You and Mr. Hengyuan... that's all you said?" Lan Zhijun's expression was very peaceful, "What else?"

Bai Ling tilted his head slightly, "Lan Zhijun thinks, what else will Mr. Hengyuan tell me?"

"Did he tell you that those few palace people who were sent to Huizhou by Bai Siyao..." Lan Zhijun whispered, "None of them survived?"

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, but didn't react for a while.

"What... palace man?"

Lan Zhijun chuckled, "It turns out that Bai Siyao doesn't remember, when you were in Chuxiu Palace, you used the skill of Zhu You to make a few palace people speak the truth."

Lan Zhijun looked deeply at the girl in front of him, "Not long after those palace servants were sent to the Punishment Department, you begged the Holy One to let them go to Huizhou."

Bai Ling's hands trembled slightly.

"You personally sent them out of the palace gate, and they also thanked you." Lan Zhijun's voice was very soft, with a slight smile, "But their carriage didn't even come out after leaving the Pingjing city gate. Shili...do you want Si Yao to hear how they died?"

Bai Ling's expression was already frozen there.

"...Where did you get the news from?" Bo Ling frowned.

"Ha." Lan Zhijun lowered her eyes, "Si Yao still doesn't seem to believe it... Maybe next time you see Han Chong again, you can ask him in person how he took the order in the first place and how he became the Holy One. Get rid of those palace people who left the palace."

Bai Ling's face also gradually paled.

"Are you guilty, are you blaming yourself?" Lan Zhijun said softly, "Of course you didn't mean it, but these people were actually implicated by you and died because of you. You thought you could keep them, but in fact You can only choose one way to die for them.

"Either, they died in the Punishment Department, or they died in the countryside." Lan Zhijun smiled, "This is not the first time the old emperor has played such a trick... Pretend to let others go on the surface, and then hurt the back Under the killer.

"Who can you save?" Lan Zhijun asked softly, "You can't even save yourself."

Burling's throat moved.

Looking at Lan Zhijun in front of her, she felt that Lan Zhijun looked a little more calm today than usual.

"Did Mr. Hengyuan tell you the story of going out on that snowy night?" Lan Zhijun asked again.

"What...going out on a snowy night?"

Lan Zhijun lowered her eyes and smiled, "The next time you see him, you can ask him what happened in Pingjing in the winter of Jianxi's 17th year."

Jianxi's 17th year...

"Of course, he probably didn't know until 35 years after Jianxi." Lan Zhijun said with a smile, his gaze swept to the nearby Lanhua, "Desperation is hard work, but it's not a good feeling to be alone... If there is something I owe him the place, probably this one.”

Bo Ling silently listened to Lan Zhijun's emotion, feeling astonished but also confused.

After a long time, she suddenly remembered something and asked with some uncertainty.

"The 35th year of Jianxi...is it the year that the former prince in Qinyuan passed away?"

Lan Zhijun nodded.

After a while, he added softly, "Speaking of which, the Empress Dowager was also imprisoned in the Compassion Palace in that year."

Bo Ling looked at Lan Zhijun in front of him, feeling really emotional in his heart, "...Who the hell are you?"

Lan Zhijun did not answer.

At this time, two swallows flew through the hollow wooden window above the Golden Pavilion and entered their nest on the eaves.

Both Lan Zhijun and Bai Ling heard the sound, and looked up at the source of the sound at the same time.

"...Who am I?"

Bo Ling heard Lan Zhijun muttering in a low voice.

……

In the prison of Dali Temple, time passed very slowly.

Several people lifted Han Chong, who was unconscious, from the wooden frame, and then roughly threw him into the cell next to Mr. Heng Yuan.

The body hit the ground with a dull sound, and several officials retreated, wrapped the iron chain as thick as an arm around the prison door, and locked it again.The sound of the chains colliding with the iron fence was almost deafening in the deep corridor of the dungeon.

But Han Chong lay on the ground without any reaction, he didn't even have the strength to stand up from the ground.

After locking the cell door, these officials did not leave immediately, they turned around and went to the next cell door.

Han Chong's gaze was originally just looking in the direction of the corridor, until he heard the familiar footsteps - he suddenly realized that at this moment Duke Ming was next door.

Even in the dungeon, the officials did not dare to deal heavy blows to Lord Hengyuan.

Although the jailers didn't know the identity of this person, everyone knew from Sun Ge's attitude towards him that he was not someone they could provoke.

Even if they didn't do anything, Mr. Hengyuan was already as weak as a piece of fallen grass and fallen leaves in autumn. If they dragged him roughly like they escorted other prisoners, I'm afraid this pale and weak young man has not yet climbed the steps of the dungeon. , already dying.

So the jailers yelled at Mr. Heng Yuan to leave quickly, but no one dared to step forward and push him.

When passing in front of Han Chong's prison, Mr. Heng Yuan stopped.

He looked sideways and saw the former subordinate lying on the ground covered in blood. Mr. Hengyuan grabbed the iron fence outside the prison door with his hand, and then slowly bent down and squatted down.

Han Chong wanted to call out the public, but when he opened his mouth, there was a severe cough that was dry and itchy.

The smell of blood permeated his entire mouth. At this moment, his bloodshot and bruised eyelids couldn't be lifted. He could only see the white figure not far away, but he could still recognize the person just by the outline.

"Stop talking." Mr. Heng Yuan said softly.

Han Chong tried his best to adjust his breathing, and the coughing gradually stopped. Only his left hand still had strength in his limbs. He supported the ground and struggled to move towards the prison door bit by bit.

The jailers immediately drew out the sticks around their waists to beat them.

Mr. Heng Yuan turned his face towards the jailer for a few minutes, and said softly, "Stop it all."

The voice wasn't too loud, and Mr. Hengyuan himself obviously wouldn't pose too much threat, but the jailers were still slightly taken aback by the sudden order—even they themselves didn't understand why they were ordered to do so in front of them. Human scolding arouses fear.

The fear dissipated after a while, a young jailer took a breath, murmured softly "Yo ho?", then raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to teach Mr. Heng Yuan how to be a man. They rushed up and collectively held him down.

Mr. Hengyuan didn't look at the chaos behind him at all.

After Han Chong finally moved nearby, he slowly stretched out his hand through the iron fence of the prison.

Han Chong exhausted his last strength to turn himself over so that he could look up at Minggong outside. He tried his best to speak, but the voice he made was so hoarse that it didn't look like a human being, and even he couldn't understand it.

Looking at each other, Han Chong could only speak silently.

——I didn't say anything that would be detrimental to... Duke Ming.

Heng Yuan-jun looked down at him, and also answered silently.

--I know.

(End of this chapter)