imperial psychologist

Chapter 629 Returning to Pingjing
"When we came back, we heard from the driver of the carriage that we don't know how many people have been caught to the south of the city in the past few days." Ai Songqing continued, "I don't know what they are looking for."

"...I don't know what the higher ups are afraid of." Bai Ling said softly.

What happened during this period was really weird.

To say that everything is safe and sound, the screams and rain of arrows in the previous few nights are real;

But if it is really said that the soldiers are coming to the city, that is not like it.

Occasionally, blue smoke rose from the south side of the city, but it always extinguished quickly. The wind blowing from the south did not have any bloody smell, and there was never any screams or wailing from all around.

It is true that Berlin has never experienced a real war, but she is sure that this is definitely not the state that wartime should have.

"That's right." Ai Songqing frowned and said, "What's the difference between the current situation and being grounded during the day? Anyway, the masters at Lefang and I don't plan to go out these days..."

Ai Songqing said, and began to change clothes.Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the lamp in front of the desk was on, and there were pens, ink, paper and inkstone spread there, but the paper was empty, so she knew that Boling was probably going to write again.

"What are you going to write tonight?" Ai Songqing asked curiously.

"Wang Duan is coming tomorrow," Bai Ling said softly, "I have to deal with his affairs again."

"Huh? But isn't it all seventeen tomorrow?"

"Yes, because it was not convenient to go out some time ago." Bo Ling said softly, "I have relaxed a little these days, and he will send someone to ask the next time."

Ai Songqing looked at Bo Ling with a sigh, "He really misses you."

Bai Ling smiled, but didn't answer.

"He donated money to Lefang some time ago," Ai Songqing said with a smile, "Did I tell you about it? He still used your name."

Bo Ling shook his head, "But I know."

"I heard from the sisters at the music workshop that when I saw Wang Duan during this time, I felt that he seemed a little different, and I couldn't tell what was different." Ai Songqing looked at Bo Ling, "But anyway, everyone I’ve seen him less and less.”

"Really." Bai Ling smiled again.

Ai Songqing came over, "I've said so much, why don't you tell me too... what do you talk to Wang Duan every time?"

"If you want to know, you can ask Wang Duan next time you see him," Bai Ling said softly, "If he wants to tell, he will."

"Tell me, Bo Ling," Ai Songqing said with a smile, "I promise you not to tell, okay?"

Bo Ling also laughed, "I also promised Wang Duan not to say anything."

The two quarreled for a while, until the sound of Nian Nian turning over came from the bed, and Bo Ling and Ai Songqing calmed down.

Later in the evening, Ai Songqing sat at the small round dining table and sewed clothes for Niannian—anyway, when Boling was writing at his desk, no one was allowed to stand beside her.

When she was tired of sewing, Ai Songqing would look up at the scene in the room.

Bo Ling was thinking in front of the table, his side face looked extremely serious;
Niannian slept quietly on the bed, moving her nose and hands and feet from time to time;
Under the warm orange light, I am doing mending work...

To a certain extent, this is probably what she had imagined before, the happiness of being a woman.

But in the next moment, Ai Songqing was amused by his own thought—Bai Ling is not a boy, and the little doll on the bed is not his own. Could it be that he is also old and starts to hate marriage?
Bo Ling raised his head slightly, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Ai Songqing shook his head quickly, then lowered his head and smiled, "I just think it's really good now."

The expression on Bai Ling's face became more gentle, and then he bent over his desk seriously.

……

On August [-]th, the north gate of Pingjing City opened again.

The main road leading to the palace gate was once again sealed off by the officers and soldiers. All the officials did not wait in the Hall of Supreme Harmony—they were really not in the mood to wait in the Hall of Supreme Harmony anymore. Everyone, young and old, wore official uniforms and waited behind the city gate. intersection.

This morning, a messenger flew in to report that the emperor had escaped safely after being attacked in Jiangzhou and would be back soon.

How long this "soon" is, no one knows.

Is it one hour, two hours?

One day, two days?

Before the ministers even had time to think about this question, they were already happily rushing to the streets of the North Gate at sunset.

There are three gates in the north of the city. During this period of time, the middle and right gates have basically not been opened, and the left gate is also set up with sharp thorns. It carefully and slowly checks the few people who enter the city. .

However, what people didn't expect was that not long after, the defenders of the city tower were ordered to open the door in the middle.

The news gradually spread, and more and more officials came to the gate of the city to wait. It wasn't until Sun Beiji showed up that the onlookers were truly convinced that the emperor would probably be back "today".

The noon sun was getting stronger, but everyone was standing in the sunlight. Zhang Shouzhong borrowed an umbrella to shade Sun Beiji, but Sun Beiji shook his head and asked Zhang Shouzhong to remove the umbrella in a low voice.

After a while, dust began to rise in the distance.

The continuous sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and everyone stood on tiptoe, holding their breath and looking there.

Among the yellow dust, the figure of a team emerged vaguely.

At first it couldn't even be called a human figure, it was just some black dots.

However, soon, Sun Beiji's eyes became moist - as the former guests of Prince Gong's residence, both he and Zhang Shouzhong watched the boy grow up slowly.

Even though they couldn't really see the facial features of the blurry figure in the distance, they already recognized the person just by seeing the outline.

I don't know who shouted first, "It's the emperor! It's the emperor!"

Immediately there was a burst of shouting and cheering like a tsunami from the crowd
In the distance, Chen Yicong, dressed in commoner clothes, was coming on a horse riding a whip. Behind him, the battle armor of about a dozen tomb guards shone brightly in the sunlight.

"The emperor has returned safely!"

"The emperor has returned safely!"

Chen Yicong's war horse galloped forward, and in front of the north gate, he suddenly tightened the reins.

The black horse raised its two front hooves, and the subjects in front of them knelt down like a tide.

So did Sun Beiji.

But he still couldn't help raising his head and took a few more glances at the young emperor who had been away for a long time.

I haven't seen him for a long time, but Chen Yicong looks taller than before, and his body seems to be stronger. His unpredictable eyes seem to be a little more fierce than before.

Sun Beiji knew that this time the Northern Tour was different from the past.

During this northern tour, Chen Yicong really waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Chen Yicong's horseshoe slowly passed through the tower of the north gate.

"What are you all doing here?" His voice echoed in the doorway of the tower, with a certain irresistible majesty and calmness, "Get out of the way, I want to go back to the palace!"

(End of this chapter)