imperial psychologist

Chapter 636 Repetition
The sanatorium of the tomb guards was in the west of the city. The government expropriated the other courtyards of three merchants, and forcibly opened up the partition walls of these courtyards, making it a huge courtyard.

There were no people on the street on a rainy night, and Chen Yicong traveled lightly without disturbing the people.

Sitting in the sedan chair, he heard the voice of the watchman coming from the front, and was gradually left behind by him. Occasionally, there were some laughter and quarrels from the gates on both sides of the street, which soon melted into the sound of the rain.

"Get off the sedan chair!" Lu Dou's voice came, and Chen Yicong felt that the sedan chair was gently placed on the ground.

He untied the car curtain, and the umbrella was already on top of his head. He walked up the steps without squinting, crossed the threshold, and headed east with ease.This is his usual visiting route. After entering through the main entrance, slowly walk westward from the easternmost end of the courtyard, and then leave directly through the west gate to return to the palace. The whole process will take more than an hour.

Before walking a few steps, Chen Yicong frowned slightly, and looked to the south, "...what's the sound?"

In the rain curtain, there were intermittent human voices, which were a bit noisy, but they couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Back to the emperor, it's the theater troupe for the night show." The accompanying person explained with a smile, "Didn't the emperor say last month that we were afraid that everyone would feel bored, so let us think of ways to boost morale? There were several new plays about suppressing bandits, so the officials hired a troupe to sing twice in the middle and end of each month."

"Yeah." Chen Yicong nodded, "How's the effect?"

"I just performed the first scene yesterday, and everyone liked it, especially some things in it were experienced by them," the accompanist said with a smile. word."

Chen Yicong smiled, "I never heard you mention it to me."

"I also want to give it a try... If it doesn't work, it's not good to use these trivial matters to waste the time of the Holy One." The man said softly, "Besides, the emperor used to come during the day, and I really did it a few days ago Forget about it."

"It's a good job." Chen Yicong said with some approval, and the officials on the side quickly became humble and pressed their backs even lower.

"Then should we take the emperor to the water pavilion to have a look now? The theater troupe is not far from here."

"No need." Chen Yicong said softly, "Since they are watching a play, I won't bother them. Just like before, let's go and see those who are still in bed."

"Yes."

The sound of the rain at night made people a little upset, but the news that the emperor came at night still made many soldiers feel sincerely happy.

They still prepared their appearance as usual in the morning and waited for the emperor's daily inspection, but then the news came that there were other things in the palace this morning, and the emperor probably couldn't get away - never thought that the emperor was busy during the day , the night still came.

At this time, many beds in the house were empty—but those who still had the strength to go to the ground seemed to have packed up and went to the nearby water pavilion to watch a play.

Most of the wounded were seriously injured or were particularly depressed and had no intention of doing other things.

Chen Yicong walked through the beds and houses here one by one.

It's not like visiting in a hurry like before, because there are fewer people today, so Chen Yicong chatted with everyone.

He was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, either inquiring about his condition, or chatting about family affairs.It happened that many people here, Chen Yicong, looked familiar but couldn't name them. He took advantage of this night to ask them all, and when he left, he shook hands with the sick and injured solemnly.

He could see the joy in the eyes of the wounded—just such a simple conversation and handshake brought them great comfort, and even made many wounded choked up so that they could not speak.

Chen Yicong comforted them in a low voice.

Although many people here are older than him in terms of age, Chen Yicong can still feel that these people's attitude towards him is a kind of trust and piety beyond age.

His visits to these wounded soldiers seemed to bring them some kind of sacred protection.

Is this feigned loyalty?Or is it flattery to all the powerful?

But the joy and sincerity revealed inadvertently made Chen Yicong unable to bear to doubt the original intention of these soldiers—they were soldiers who were born and died according to themselves, far from those civil servants in the officialdom who pretended to be false.

... Or do they really believe that the wounds they have touched will heal faster than others?
Chen Yicong felt absurd for a moment.

All he knew was that the arrow wound on his left arm also hurt for more than a month, and it was no better than the young man in this courtyard who was also recuperating.

Thinking about his own concerns, he ended Dong Yuan's visit, stepped into the rain again, and walked west slowly.

The rain is a little lighter, and the sound of the rain is also a little quieter.

The previous noisy dramas disappeared, the drums and chords disappeared, and the world became quiet. This quiet rainy night made Chen Yicong feel a little lonely again.

He glanced back at the cornices of the East Garden building, thinking about what happened just now, and slowly came to his senses.

Chen Yicong reached out to touch his left arm rather self-deprecatingly, and then started to walk forward again.

For some reason, the heroic and smiling face of Grandpa Huang suddenly broke into his mind.

He still remembers that when he was a teenager, Zhang Shouzhong once told him the story of the old faint king's longing for longevity. Although Zhang Shouzhong didn't point out his intention to take him as a warning, Chen Yicong himself understood.

He just couldn't figure it out, why would Grandpa Huang not understand such a simple truth...

Didn't Grandpa Huang have a master Zhang who taught him to read history books when he was young?
What happened to those emperors who longed for longevity was written clearly in the history books. Why did the emperor, who was always keen and intelligent, fall into it and think that he would be an exception?
He didn't dare to ask Zhang Shouzhong this question. Later, he wanted to ask his mother and concubine several times, but he felt that if he asked, it would be disrespectful to the emperor's grandfather, so he hesitated again and again and finally could only remain silent.

Now standing in the position where Emperor Jianxi used to be, and after he has truly governed the world, these questions that made him feel difficult to ask have gradually revealed some clues of the truth.

Perhaps Grandpa Huang didn't believe it at first.

However, after being stared at by those sincere eyes for too long, under the praise of Song Bozong and his ilk, things changed.

Who is innocent?

Chen Yicong's footsteps slowed down a little, and he glanced at the officials beside him from the corner of his eye. Even though they all lowered their heads at the moment with a humble expression, Chen Yicong suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

He missed Zeng Jiuyan again, the sky is big and the earth is big, he doesn't know where the young master is now, the world is always ruthless, especially for the king.

Chen Yicong sighed, and almost at this moment, he heard ethereal singing from a distance.

(End of this chapter)