imperial psychologist

Chapter 605
"...Is this why you are always sick now?" Bo Ling asked in a low voice.

"Probably." Mr. Hengyuan replied softly.

"What about after Chen Yicong ascends the throne?" Bai Ling asked again, "Will the medicine continue?"

Mr. Heng Yuan smiled, "Stop."

Burling nodded.

"So... in the summer of Jianxi's 35th year, you found out about your life experience."

Mr. Heng Yuan also nodded, "Before he died, my father asked me to take good care of him. This is his last hope for me over the years."

Burling listened quietly.

She looked at Lord Hengyuan on the bed, even at this moment, she still felt that Lord Hengyuan looked indescribably similar to Emperor Jianxi.

Especially when his eyes were lowered and his face was smiling, his indifference and ruthlessness towards everything was exactly the same as that tyrant back then.

Bo Ling looked away, maybe it wasn't the similarity in appearance, but the mood.

"Mr. Heng Yuan never knew that there was another Mr. Lan Zhi in this world," Bo Ling looked sideways slightly, "No one ever told you?"

Mr. Hengyuan didn't answer, but just sighed softly, "That's why we say that the players are sometimes chess pieces on other people's chessboard... It will be different overnight, can you imagine?"

Berlin didn't speak.

But this question suddenly made her feel a little stinging at this moment.

As Mr. Heng Yuan said, everything became different overnight - his former identity suddenly shattered, and he became his own puppet.

How much of the friendship and concern of the teacher and loving father is from the heart, and how much is to protect the real Chen Shubai in Baihuaya... He doesn't know.

Even, at the last moment of his life, Mr. Heng Yuan did not have a place for himself in his father's instructions.

Bo Ling took a breath, "No wonder you say you don't have a name."

"I didn't really get in touch with Lan Zhijun until I knew the truth of everything." Mr. Heng Yuan said softly, "He seems to have known about my existence since he was a child and was eager to see me, but I have been in the palace all the time. This is something that cannot be done.”

"When did you meet Lan Zhijun?" Bai Ling said softly, "...have you met?"

"I've seen it before." Mr. Hengyuan smiled, "But that's been three years since Shengming..."

Mr. Heng Yuan supported the edge of the bed with his right hand, so that he could sit up straighter, "He doesn't have much of a father in him, which... makes me feel relieved."

Burling laughed too.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she understood Lan Zhijun's determination to win or lose.

"No wonder he is so obsessed with winning you..." Bai Ling chuckled, "He doesn't want to lose to his own puppet."

"From the time when you have the determination to win, you can't win." Mr. Heng Yuan also smiled, "Fighting spirit is certainly important...but the fight on the chessboard is cold, and no other distracting thoughts can be tolerated. It's the same in other places ,pity……"

It's a pity that Han Chong doesn't seem to have figured out this truth now.

Mr. Heng Yuan crossed his sleeves and sighed softly.

"Then who is the young master who sees Ange today?" Bai Ling asked, "Is it you or him?"

"This question is not important anymore." Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "The Jian'an Pavilion that I brought up with me disappeared in the first year of Ming Dynasty."

"...I remember that you handed over the list of the old department to Chen Yicong." Bai Ling said softly.

Mr. Heng Yuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but did not speak.

Bai Ling thought for a while, "It seems that even you inside Jian'an Pavilion have been fighting constantly."

"Let's see." Mr. Heng Yuan whispered, "Let's see who will have the last laugh."

……

On this day, Beizhen Fusi sent troops again and sent Jin Yiwei to surround the Lanzi shop in Baihuaya.

The officers and soldiers sealed up all the exits, and then broke into the room one by one for inspection.

The commander led a small team and went straight to the Golden Pavilion at the highest point. In order to prevent fraud, six shield soldiers walked in front and broke open the gate first to clear the way.

However, the imaginary mechanism was not triggered, and there was only one person waiting for them to go to the empty room.

"Run away!?" The commander strode into the room, "Search!"

Jin Yiwei's team searched all the way through the small doors of the Golden Pavilion, while the people outside were carefully exploring the scene. They took off the books on the bookshelf and looked through them one by one, looking for any clues left by the owner.

"My lord, I found the book with the inscription!" A small flag officer walked up to the commander with the book in his hands, and handed over an old book with both hands.

The commander flipped through it for a while, looked at the poems on the front cover and the back cover of the book for my son, and immediately turned around and said, "Come here."

One person stepped forward to take orders, he handed over the book, and said softly, "Send this book to the cabinet, and tell Mr. Sun Ge that we are late, and that Mr. Lan Zhi should have already fled."

"Yes!"

After the messenger left, the conductor made himself pace back and forth in the Golden Pavilion.

This room is indeed very elegantly built. He has copied so many residences of Beijing officials, and he still feels that the layout of this house is not inferior to those of the court officials.When he walked to the east side, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a wooden partition board.

He stepped forward - this kind of partition is very popular in many large houses, and in most cases, they will be used as a soft partition, such as the living room in the front and the study in the back.After erecting such a horizontal board, add a curtain, and that's it.

But the Golden Pavilion obviously has no extra curtains. After entering the door, except for a screen blocking the south, everything can be seen at a glance.

The commander frowned slightly. He bent down and reached out to stroke the sunken horizontal board. When he lifted it up again, his fingertips were stained with some moist soil.

He suddenly realized that there was news that Lan Zhijun preferred orchids, but looking at the Golden Pavilion at this moment, where is there an orchid left?
—— Lan Zhijun did not leave in a hurry!

He probably made preparations early in the morning, so that before leaving this time, he even had time to transport away the orchids he cultivated by himself!
"Come on!" The commander said loudly, he must report this matter to Sun Beiji in person, "Prepare the car!"

……

That night, the front of Lanzihao, which was always full of people, became empty.

But the whole Baihuaya is not much better, because of the daytime search by the officials, many guests are afraid.

The entire Lanzihao was even more terrified—the officers and soldiers interrogated and imprisoned the entire Lanzihao on the spot. Most importantly, Lan Zhijun and Aunt Fengqi disappeared early in the morning.

People speculated about the reason, and even thought of ways to get out, while the older aunts in the other Lanzi shops came out to preside over the overall situation and appease the panic-stricken people.

So this night, the burden on Bai Ling's body was much lighter. After going on stage for several days, she was suddenly able to rest tonight.

(End of this chapter)