imperial psychologist

Chapter 610 The Whereabouts of Nian Nian

"Bai Ling, pay attention to your words," Chen Xin said with a frown, "If such words are spread, even if you have nine lives, you will not be held accountable."

Bai Ling smiled, "Then what does Your Highness want me to do... leave this place of right and wrong with you, where will you go after that?"

"I bought a hospital in Beijing a few days ago," Chen Xin said softly, "Bosi Yao can live there first."

"Stay here first?" Bai Ling frowned slightly, "And then?"

"During this time, this king will take good care of Si Yao," Chen Xin said solemnly, "You don't have to show your face in Baihuaya anymore, in the small courtyard, someone will take care of Si Yao's daily necessities—"

"Stop!" Bo Ling said solemnly.

The carriage was still galloping forward.

Bo Ling stood up from his seat and reached out to the door of the carriage, "Stop the carriage immediately, I want to get off!"

"Don't do this, Si Yao! It's dangerous!" Chen Xin quickly grabbed Bo Ling's wrist. The window of his carriage was big enough to make Bo Ling fall out.

Bo Ling flung her hand away, and then fell down on the other side of the carriage. She said angrily, "Go back and tell your old friend, I don't need his mercy!"

"What exactly does Si Yao want?" Chen Xin asked, with a nervous expression on his face, "If Si Yao wants to reunite with his family...in fact, he can find a way."

"What are you talking about?" Bo Ling scolded, "Do you still want the emperor to catch my father and brother back? Let our family be reunited in the cage?"

"I..." Chen Xin suddenly realized that he had made a slip of the tongue and stopped talking.

"If he really repents, then let him admit what he did in front of the courtiers...Does he dare?" Bai Ling glared at Chen Xin, his voice raised a little bit, "Does he dare?"

"Bai Ling," Chen Xin was a little puzzled, "If this matter is really spread, there will inevitably be some people with ulterior motives who will use it to make a fuss. You have personally experienced the things that the Jinren made in Jianxi's 45th year—"

"That's right, as long as there are child prostitutes in Baihuaya, the people above cover it up, for fear of hurting the face of the Tian family," Bo Ling laughed again, "Just because the Jiaofang Division belongs to the court, the profits belong to the inside Hey, aren't you already afraid that you won't be able to tell clearly on the stage? I would like to ask you, who is the "person with ulterior motives" in your mouth?
"Any person in this world, as long as he has a little conscience, won't he be indignant when he hears these things? Won't he feel sad?
"The thing has been done, but now you are afraid that someone will bring it up?" Bai Ling took a breath, and sneered twice, "I forgot, why do you care about this... You have your own overall situation to take care of, these grassroots Life and death are nothing compared to your face."

Chen Xin was stunned, "...Child prostitute?"

"You do not know?"

Chen Xin shook his head, "I really don't know."

"Then go and inquire about the conflict between Huzihao and Jingzhao Yin Yamen a few days ago!" Bo Ling grabbed the handrail inside the car with both hands, and then kicked the door of the carriage, "I told you to stop! You are deaf!" Yet!"

Hearing an ouch, the driver of the carriage finally stopped.

"Your Highness...Your Highness." The coachman looked over in a somewhat ignorant manner.

"It's okay." Chen Xin waved his hand and said.

Bai Ling had jumped off the carriage lightly and stood on the ground. She straightened her clothes a little, and then strode forward.

"Berling! Wait!"

Bai Ling stopped and looked back at Chen Xin, her eyes met, her breathing fluctuated.

"If you really have a pen that can reach the sky in your hand," Bai Ling said with cold eyes, "don't waste the pen and ink on me!"

The coachman carefully straightened the car door that Bo Ling kicked crookedly, and then sat back in his seat. Chen Xin sat in the carriage, still looking at the corner where Bo Ling disappeared not far away.

"Your Highness... where are we going now?" asked the coachman, "Are we still going to Donglin Temple?"

Chen Xin shook his head.

He sat there thinking for a long time, then frowned and said, "Go...to Mr. Zhang's mansion."

……

That night, Baoyuan's mourning hall was erected in a very remote corner of Donglin Mountain.

Niannian wears hemp and mourning to keep Bao Yuan's spirit.

There are too many things that need to be taken care of by Bo Ling, so in the mourning hall, only Ai Songqing is with Niannian—not far away, the turtle claws of Lan Zihao have been guarding the place firmly.Although Lan Zhijun is gone now, the order of the whole Lanzihao is not in chaos.

Around midnight, Bo Ling came down from the Donglin Temple. She and the monks in the temple finally agreed on the time for the burial tomorrow, and all the rituals were done.

According to the rules of Donglin Temple, after nightfall, the cloudy air is heavy, so it is not suitable to organize funerals, and one can only wait for dawn tomorrow.

Bo Ling confirmed the details with them, and then walked slowly along the mountain road to Baoyuan's mourning hall. The turtle claws lit lanterns one after the other, but the mountain road was still rough and difficult.

Entering the mourning hall, Bai Ling saw Ai Songqing sitting on a chair dozing off at a glance. She stepped forward and gently pushed Ai Songqing's shoulder, "I'm back."

Only then did Ai Songqing come back to his senses, and when he looked up and saw that it was Bo Ling, he was relieved.

"Go to the back and sleep for a while, and I will take care of it in the middle of the night." Bai Ling said softly, "Where is Nian Nian?"

Ai Songqing looked around, the chair beside her was empty.

"...was still here just now, Niannian is very good tonight, she never made a fuss." Ai Songqing blinked her eyes, she stood up, "I'll go and have a look at the back..."

"Don't be nervous, look slowly."

Ai Songqing nodded quickly.

She walked quickly to the back of the mourning hall—a simple bed was built there, and there were many scraps left after the mourning hall was built. Ai Songqing searched around for a long time, but she didn't see Nian Nian's shadow.

Bo Ling went out and asked the turtle claw who had been guarding here, but no one saw the little girl coming out of any exit of the mourning hall.

The two turned back and forth several times, but they didn't find Nian Nian.

Bo Ling immediately sent a few turtle claws up the mountain to inform the monks in the temple. After a while, some young monks came down with torches and followed Bo Ling. They searched for the surrounding fields with the mourning hall as the center.

Ai Songqing originally wanted to go out with Bo Ling, but Bo Ling shook his head and said that if Nian Nian came back and saw that there was no one in the mourning hall, maybe he would go elsewhere.

Ai Songqing had no choice but to agree.

Listening to "Nian Nian" and "Nian Nian" gradually coming from a distance, Ai Songqing became really nervous. If in Baihuaya, there were people and flower kilns everywhere, they would still have places to inquire, but now such a wilderness , if Nian Nian is lost, how can I find it?
If we meet tigers and wolves again in the forest... Ai Songqing dare not think about it anymore, her eyes are already half-circled red.She fidgeted and paced in the mourning hall, and finally knelt in front of Bao Yuan's coffin in the middle and prayed softly, hoping that Bao Yuan's spirit in heaven would protect her daughter from any accident.

At this moment, Ai Songqing suddenly found that Baoyuan's coffin lid was open at an angle.

This doesn't make sense, the coffin lid was closed by her and Bai Ling... Although it hasn't been glued yet, it won't reopen.

Ai Songqing suddenly became frightened.

She closed her eyes and kowtowed to Baoyuan again, and then slowly approached. Only then did she see clearly that there was a stool behind the coffin.

She suddenly thought of something, then stepped forward a few steps and pushed open the slanted coffin lid.

Under the dim light, Bao Yuan with a blue complexion was still lying quietly in the coffin, Nian Nian curled up into a small ball, still holding her mother's arm as usual, breathing gently.

(End of this chapter)