imperial psychologist

Chapter 632 The past is like a dream

Sun and Zhang didn't know what expression to make.

Pingjing is not close to the sea, but it is not too far from the sea.If the gold thief really attacks from the sea, then Da Zhou will face a two-line battle.

And Pingjing is no better than the four northern states.

That moat is like a moat, stronger than any copper and iron walls. Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, despite constant disputes, no foreign race has ever invaded the south of Jiangzhou.

The rushing water is like a strong arm, tightly protecting the prosperous and peaceful Jiangnan in its arms.

"What is the emperor planning to do?"

"The one who should come can't hide." Chen Yicong whispered, "That's why I'm back."

Only then did Zhang Shouzhong understand why Chen Yicong changed his mind temporarily and rushed back from the northern border.

"The northern border will be handed over to the two generals Chang and Shen," Chen Yicong continued, "I should guard the southern border of the Great Zhou."

Sun Beiji sighed softly, and he looked at Chen Yicong, both worried and appreciative.

"It should be so."

……

This afternoon, after finishing the meeting with most of the officials from the six ministries, Chen Yicong rode back to Prince Gong's Mansion.

In front of his mother's coffin, he recounted in detail what he had seen and heard during this trip, about his few escapes from death, and the purgatory on earth he saw.

Chen Yicong choked up several times, and Zhen's spirit seat was listening quietly from a high place.

On this day, Chen Yicong stayed at Prince Gong's Mansion until evening before setting off to return to the palace.

This year's summer is much hotter than in previous years. Now that the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, the heat of the day has not completely dissipated.

Only when night falls, when the surroundings are quiet and the night breeze blows, can people feel that autumn has indeed come.

Lu Dou followed Chen Yicong with a lantern in his hand. He raised his head from time to time to look at Chen Yicong's profile from the corner of his eye. Chen Yicong seemed to be thinking about something.

"Your Majesty," Lu Dou said softly, "We seem to be going in the wrong direction."

Chen Yicong stopped in his tracks, and then looked at everything in front of him as if waking up from a dream.

"The Palace of Mental Cultivation should go that way." Lu Dou pointed to the southeast direction, "My servant sees that you are thinking about things..."

Chen Yicong's eyes darkened.

"...You didn't go wrong." He whispered.

Lu Dou was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head knowingly, he followed Chen Yicong carefully, illuminating the way forward for the emperor.

Chen Yicong hadn't noticed it before, but it wasn't until Lu Dou pointed out that he realized that he was unconsciously walking towards the former small courtyard.

He has walked this path many, many times.

On the way, from time to time, Chen Yicong ran into imperial physicians who had left in shifts. Some of them hadn't heard the news that the emperor had returned to the palace, so the two of them got very close, and they realized that the person in front of them was the Holy One.

The imperial physicians hurriedly knelt down to salute, and Chen Yicong waved his hand casually, signaling them not to mind.

This scene made Chen Yicong feel familiar. When he went to the small hospital in Boling, he often met these imperial doctors—after all, the small courtyard was next to the duty room of the imperial hospital.

The former small courtyard seemed even more dilapidated.

Chen Yicong pushed the door and found that the door was locked from the inside.

He hesitated for a while at the wooden door in front of him, then slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Zhao Qi's voice came from inside.

"Yes... I." Chen Yicong replied in a low voice.

There was a sound of footsteps.

This series of actions and responses made Chen Yicong feel astonished that time and space overlapped.

Because, in the past...it was also like this.

Zhao Qi opened the door, and immediately knelt down for Chen Yicong. He looked at the emperor who had arrived suddenly with fear in his eyes.

As soon as the wooden door opened, Chen Yicong instantly returned to reality.

It's been less than a year, and the entire courtyard has been dilapidated.

The weeds in the courtyard have not been trimmed, and they have grown wildly all summer, and now they are all yellow, and the rocking chair that Boling put under the tree has gone to nowhere.

On a rare autumn night like this, she should sit in the yard with a scroll and read at night.

The air is filled with the aroma of laurel.

Chen Yicong walked slowly through this courtyard. Everything here showed a kind of desolation that was left unattended.

"Is this how you take care of the yard?" Chen Yicong looked back at Zhao Qi.

"Slaves...slaves should die!" Zhao Qi kowtowed immediately, "Really... there is really no way, the Ministry of Internal Affairs... the Ministry of Internal Affairs has not allocated anything for the past six months...so..."

"Why didn't you call me?" Chen Yicong said coldly. He looked at the silent courtyard at the moment, and said with a frown, "You are the only one here? Where are the maids I transferred here?"

"All...all transferred away." Zhao Qi replied tremblingly.

Chen Yicong's brows were furrowed even tighter, he didn't say anything else, just stepped on the steps, and walked slowly to the door of the main house.

The door was closed but not locked, and he pushed it open with a little force.

Taking advantage of the clear light tonight, Chen Yicong saw that there was still a vigorous inscription written by the emperor's grandfather hanging directly opposite him - Zhenshan Liufang.

Everything in the house is still the same as before.

He gently caressed the square table and the back of the chair where he had dinner with Bo Ling, and suddenly remembered a rainy night a long time ago.

He walked in here that night, all wet, when the lights in the room were warm orange. While talking to him, Boling stood behind the chair and wiped his hair.

At this moment, Lu Dou lit the lamp in the house.

Chen Yicong saw that there were a few clear fingerprints on the place he touched just now—everything here was already covered with a thin layer of dust.

His throat moved, he looked back, and walked to the east bedroom.

Lu Dou quickly followed with the lamp in hand.

There is no wooden door between the main hall and the bedroom, but Berlin has hung a curtain at the entrance.The maid said that Bo Ling was very disgusted that other people entered her room without her consent, even if the servants were simply doing some cleaning and tidying tasks, she would also be displeased.

So this room is taken care of by Bo Ling himself every day.

Chen Yicong looked at the furnishings in the room, and slowly stood by the table.

This is the chair... On the night of the assassination, he and Berlin sat in this chair and kissed.

Bai Ling sat on his lap and hugged him tightly.

Small, warm Berlin.

Long, silent kisses.

"Your Majesty..." Lu Dou couldn't help but said, "It's very gray here, why don't I let the slaves clean it up tonight, so you can come back tomorrow?"

"No need." Chen Yicong said softly, "Take it apart."

"what……?"

"Destroy this courtyard." Chen Yicong said softly, "... Xu Zhi has been nagging about the lack of manpower, let Zhao Qitiao go over and work with him."

"...Eh, I understand." Lu Dou nodded, but there was still a bit of puzzlement in his eyes.He heard Chen Yicong sigh, thinking that the emperor was going to leave, just about to turn around, he found that Chen Yicong did not turn back, but walked slowly to the dressing table by the window, and Lu Dou followed him holding the lamp.

On the table, there was still a half-used whale wax.

(End of this chapter)