imperial psychologist

Chapter 630
The crowd in front of the city gate gave way, and Chen Yicong swung his whip south without looking sideways.

From the city gate to the palace gate, many people still don't understand what happened.

I saw a number of mausoleum guards following a young man in civilian clothes all the way to the south, galloping on horses. Everyone caught up to watch the excitement, and then were ordered to disperse by the patrolling officers and soldiers.

Not long after the sound of horseshoes had passed, many officials in official robes quickly caught up.

Among these people, there is an old man with white hair and long beard like Sun Beiji, and a middle-aged man like Zhang Shouzhong who is in his prime. Everyone supports each other, and they don't even bother to talk, just chasing the horse on the horse with a smile on their faces. The figure goes away.

The crowd was whispering, and after this group of officials also passed by, many people suddenly understood who they had just passed by.

It turned out that the man on the horse just now was the emperor...

The emperor is back in Beijing!
People run around telling each other as much as they can, telling neighbors or family what they see or hear in the streets.

After nearly half a month of martial law, there has been no such good news in Pingjing for a long time.

Although most of the common people didn't understand what the emperor's return to the capital meant, many people suddenly felt at ease—could it still be called the capital without the emperor's capital?What's more, how many moths have appeared this August, and people are panicking everywhere.

Some well-informed people leaked some rumors. Some people speculated whether the gold thief had already beaten An Jiang, and others speculated whether the emperor had encountered bandits frequently along the way, and might have accidentally died outside.

Conspiracy theories are rampant, and every claim can find some plausible evidence.The ordinary people are worried about the "gold thieves" they have never seen before, while the northerners who moved south and those wealthy families have already begun to plan the next place to escape if Pingjing falls.

But now, the emperor has returned safely after all.

Then Pingjing City, maybe it is still the old Pingjing City?
……

Returning to Pingjing, Chen Yicong returned to the palace as quickly as possible.

Even though he had only left here for more than four months, when he stepped on the royal road of the palace gate again, looking at the red walls and golden tiles that gradually became clear in front of him, he still felt that everything seemed a lifetime away.

The palace people in the inner court got the news late, and after discussing it for a while, they felt that even if they went to the north gate immediately, they would definitely not be able to occupy the front position, so Yuan Zhen and Xu Zhi took the ceremonial supervisors and waited in Taihe the front of the door.

When Chen Yicong appeared in front of the palace gate, all the palace people bowed down again.

"Get up."

Chen Yicong stepped quickly, he glanced at Yuan Zhen, and Yuan Zhen immediately trotted to keep up with Chen Yicong's pace.

"The last time I received your report was the sixth day of August." Chen Yicong said lightly, "Is there anything else important during this period?"

"Yes, all the accounts of Lan Zihao have been cleaned up. The thief fled in a hurry. Most of the silver in stock has not been taken away in time, and it has been returned to the state treasury."

"how many."

"Thirty-five million taels." Yuan Zhen replied in a low voice.

Chen Yicong paused for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed through his careless eyes, "How much?"

"Thirty-five million taels, silver, which is stored in the underground bank of Lan Zihao." Yuan Zhen repeated, "According to investigations, they also have a warehouse dedicated to storing gold near Hengyuan Mountain. Looking for it, I'm not sure if it's there yet."

Chen Yicong snorted softly, nodded, and continued walking forward.

"Look hard." Chen Yicong said coldly, "You can buy someone with 5 taels of gold at once. I think they are very well-off."

"Hey." Yuan Zhen shrank his neck and replied obediently.

After returning to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Lu Dou who had been waiting there early in the morning burst into tears when he saw Chen Yicong.

Different from eunuchs like Yuan Zhen who became acquainted only after he ascended the throne, Lu Dou was a big companion who took care of Chen Yicong's daily necessities since he was a child.

Looking at his tears, Chen Yicong suddenly felt a little bit embarrassed, he smiled and sent Lu Dou to prepare bath soup for him, while he sat down silently in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

came back.

Although he has not returned for a long time, there is no dust in this Hall of Mental Cultivation, which is exactly the same as when he left before.It can be seen that during the days when I was not here, the palace people here probably wiped it from time to time.

Chen Yicong raised his eyes and glanced at the palace servants in the corner. These eunuchs and court ladies all stood there with their heads bowed and respectful faces, waiting for orders.

There was no more artillery fire from all sides, and no more shouts to kill.

Facing the empty and solemn palace, Chen Yicong suddenly felt a little deserted.

He sat there speechless, lost in thought, then shook his head very quickly, as if trying to shake something out of his mind.

After a short rest, he quickly got up to take a shower and change clothes.

Because of the unhealed arrow wound on his right arm, he couldn't touch the water, so Chen Yicong held his bandaged right hand all the way.

Lu Dou helped him remove the bundled long hair and scrubbed it carefully.

This hair is really dirty, the foam after two washes is still gray, Lu Dou needs to wash it five times before and after.During the whole process, Lu Dou almost kept sniffling in distress - the hair was still good, but what made him most uncomfortable was the few bruises and new scars on Chen Yicong's back.

Although the hole on the back of the left shoulder had healed, it left a protruding piece of ferocious pink flesh, like a short vine growing wildly.

"Why are you crying?" Chen Yicong shook his hair, "Isn't this all right?"

"Slave servant... Slave servant reminds me of the time when I was in the palace." Lu Dou rubbed the towel in his hand several times, and gently wiped Chen Yicong's hair. "The emperor was like this at that time, and he always got hurt all over his body."

Chen Yicong laughed, and then the smile quickly faded away.

"Yeah, at that time, my concubine always dipped ginger in wine to get rid of my bruises." Chen Yicong said in a low voice, crushing a few bubbles floating on the water with his left hand, "It hurts a lot when rubbing , but it always gets better soon afterwards."

Lu Dou was stunned for a moment, and didn't dare to answer any more. He lowered his head and focused on brushing Chen Yicong's hair.

Chen Yicong also quickly understood Lu Dou's daring, so he simply didn't say anything else.After drying off the water on his body, several palace servants stepped forward to remove the bandage on Chen Yicong's right arm. Not long after, he put on the dragon robe again.

After such a freshening up, the wind and dust from the flames of war were completely gone.

Looking at the emperor in front of him, Lu Dou felt excited and fearful for a moment. He had never seen Emperor Jianxi very much before, and the Prince Gong he usually saw was also a cowardly prince with a strong outside but capable in spite of himself. From the bottom of my heart, I feel that the emperor's appearance mentioned in those books is about the same.

Chen Yicong lowered his head and straightened his cuffs, and said in a low voice, "Go and deliver the decree, and let the cabinet members and officials above the six ministers come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to wait for orders within half an hour. I have something to say to them."

(End of this chapter)