imperial psychologist

Chapter 611 There is no redemption in the smoke

Early the next morning, when Bao Yuan was buried, Nian Nian still didn't understand the so-called life and death, but when she saw several monks put her mother into the dug earth pit, she started crying.

The little girl showed great stubbornness in this matter, and no matter who stepped forward to dissuade her, she could not stop her crying.

But her crying was just as useless, it couldn't stop shovel after shovelful of loess from falling on Baoyuan's coffin, gradually gathering into a mound.

Amidst the chanting of the monks, the precious mandarin duck was buried in peace.

At the end of crying, Niannian finally got tired of crying, and fell asleep leaning on Ai Songqing's shoulder.

Bo Ling and the consul among the monks talked for a long time, confirming the progress of the cemetery's subsequent repairs-these work will be led by the monks of Donglin Temple, and Bo Ling can come to supervise the progress at any time.

On the return carriage, the three of them remained silent.

Bai Ling has not closed her eyes for almost two nights. Since the night before, she has felt a kind of weakness in her whole body, but until now she has not felt sleepy at all.

She looked at Nian Nian on the carriage.

The little girl rested her head on Ai Songqing's body and put her feet on Bo Ling's lap. Even though her eyes were closed, tears kept pouring out of her eye sockets.

Looking at Nian Nian who was already crying, Bai Ling suddenly remembered the words of Owen Yaron.

Death is inevitable for us and those we love;
Everyone has the freedom to choose their own way of life;
Man is always alone and alone;

And, life has no obvious meaning at all...

Bo Ling suddenly felt that her eye sockets became hot. She looked back in the direction of Baoyuan's tomb through the car window, and she could still see the curling green smoke rising from the hills in the distance. Do rituals.

The mages use their kind thoughts to help the dead get out of the sea of ​​hell and suffering as soon as possible, so that the dead can be reborn in the pure land.

The dead is dead, but the living sighs and blesses her in the afterlife... This is not only a memorial to the dead, but also a comfort to the living.If Bao Yuan had the opportunity to organize her own funeral herself, she would probably try her best to make her go as dignified as possible.

But Berlin knew there was no redemption in that cloud of smoke.

As Bai Yi once told her in Donglin Temple, atheists only have this life and no afterlife.

For them, there is no pair of eyes watching in the sky, protecting the justice in the world.

All the "heavenly repayment" are people's revenge, struggle and begging for repayment.

If a person is still unable to recognize this point, then no matter how much devotion he offers, no matter how much tolerance he sacrifices, no matter how much suffering he suffers, he will not be able to get back the life he wants.

Those misty women's precepts and etiquette will not bring any shade to Bao Yuan.

Those neighbors and relatives who talk behind their backs will not show the slightest kindness to Nian Nian.

To punish evil and promote good, and to repay unhappiness can only rely on people's own hands.

This principle, I don't know if Baoyuan will die, do you want to understand it?

Bai Ling clenched her fists, and she once again felt the huge monster standing opposite her in the dark.

That is the wheel of history.

……

Back at Lan Zihao, Bai Ling was led to the Golden Pavilion again by several palace servants before she even had time to change her clothes. When the door of the Golden Pavilion opened, she saw a familiar face.

"...Eunuch Yuan?" Bo Ling was stunned for a moment.

The person in front of her was undoubtedly Yuan Zhen, but it was different from the Yuan Zhen in her impression.

Counting it, although she has been away from the palace for less than a year, the time when she really had close contact with Yuan Zhen was already a few years ago.

Qiu Shi, who guarded the mausoleum of Emperor Jianxi in Yongling, lost weight day after day, but Yuan Zhen has obviously gained weight in the past few years, his belly has bulged visibly to the naked eye, and his body shape is obviously changing over the years Qiushi in front of him moved closer.

Only those long and narrow eyes still retain the previous dark and coldness.

Yuan Zhen's neck was slightly tilted back, and his eyebrows were raised. He stretched out his hand to gently cover his nose, with a look of disgust on his face.

"How long has it been since you've been out of the palace...how did it become so smelly?"

Bo Ling raised her hands and lowered her head, smelling her clothes - although she couldn't smell any bad smell, she hadn't changed her clothes for a few days.

"The transmission to the Golden Pavilion is urgent," Bo Ling said, raising his head, "so we came here before we had time to change the clothes."

Yuan Zhen snorted and waved his hands, "Go and wash yourself before you come back to answer... Hey, the cats I raise in the palace are cleaner than yours."

Bo Ling suddenly laughed, "It may take a while, can Eunuch wait?"

"I've been at Lanzihao for the past two days." Yuan Zhen replied slowly, "There's no rush."

Bo Ling nodded, and then exited the Golden Pavilion again.

When she returned to the room, Awan had already prepared hot water and new clothes. Through the screen, while Bai Ling was taking a bath, Awan outside was talking to her about the situation outside.

Ai Songqing has already brought Niannian back to the house where she and Baoyuan lived before, and now they have brought a lot of hot water there, so there is no need to worry for now, but there are two mother-in-laws on the other side who came here on a special trip. After a trip, the palace indeed sent someone to take over the Lanzihao—and the specification of the person who came was far more than that of the Jiaofang Secretary. I heard that it was a grand duke who came directly from the Supervisor of Rituals.

Bo Ling nodded, "I know that."

Yuan Zhen is the eunuch with the handprint of the Supervisor of Rites, and he came directly to take over Lan Zihao, so it was far from coming to calm Lan Zhijun's chaos.

"What exactly did the two mother-in-laws come to see me for?" Bo Ling asked.

"It's about the shacks recruited a few days ago," Awan said softly. "The two mothers-in-law felt that something was wrong before, and secretly tricked them to find out that a few women were not shacks, but were recruited by their family members." We persuaded those who came to work here, because we not only gave money, but also it was written in the contract that we would teach them some skills of needlework, pottery or weaving, so they came.

"Those women were caught, and the two mothers-in-law wanted to drive them out. Not only did they refuse, but they said that most of the women we recruited this time are like this." Awan frowned, "The two mothers-in-law let me They pointed it out, but the rest of the people quarreled again and refused to admit it."

A Wan sighed, "The two mothers-in-law discussed these things with Feng Qi before, but now Feng Qi is gone, so they wanted to come and talk to the girl. They wanted to lower the money in the contract , at least half lower than the outside, so that some people who come for money should be able to be screened out.

"What do you think, girl?" Awan asked softly.

Bo Ling didn't answer right away. She lay in the tub, closed her eyes, and submerged herself in the water.

After a while, she surfaced.

"I don't think...it's necessary."

"Did the girl think of a way?"

Bai Ling said softly, "Well, you go and tell the two mothers-in-law that all long-term workers targeting shacks need to add a rule. Once these long-term workers are hired, they need to have permanent tattoos on their entire arms according to the requirements of the blue name." .”

(End of this chapter)