imperial psychologist

675 Me too

"That's right," Mu Cheng said with a smile on the side, "When we first left Huizhou, you wrote that letter very quickly—you thought too much, and your hands were tied."

"Well, Mr. Li Yuan was over 40 when he wrote "Records of Mountains and Rivers". I remember that although "Records" is not his best work...but such a concise writing style has been honed. Didn’t the saying say, ‘You do what you do in March and April, August and September will have your own answers’.”

Mu Cheng and Bai Ling walked a few steps forward, and suddenly realized that Li Yiru hadn't followed.

The two turned their heads and saw the boy standing there with a moved expression.

"What's wrong?" Mu Cheng asked.

Li Yiru didn't know how to express the feelings in his heart.

When he was at home, he rarely talked about this with his family. Although his father and grandfather were descendants of his great-grandfather, and they boasted about the wisdom of their ancestors who traveled the world, they always took this troubled life with disapproval.

Let's not talk about my mother, she often talks about things related to my great-grandfather in front of her - but she always uses them as negative examples.

On the contrary, today, after hearing Erbai's story, he feels momentarily, and beside him are these two friends who met by chance, so he casually expresses the desire that has been hidden in his heart for many years...

Mu Cheng and Bo Ling neither laughed at him for being young and frivolous, ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth, nor persuaded him to learn how to live and work earlier...

Li Yiru was suddenly moved.

His throat moved, and he said after a long time, "Two brothers, I was thinking earlier... Since we are destined to walk together on this journey, why not follow the example of the ancients and become brothers with different surnames?"

Bo Ling and Mu Cheng were taken aback.

Li Yiru said again, "Today, I happened to meet the ancestral hall of these two imperial physicians. Before the patrolmen come, we might as well turn back and ask them to be witnesses for us!"

Both laughed and looked at each other.

If it wasn't for Li Yiru's sudden mention of this sentence, neither Mu Cheng nor Bai Ling would have thought of this level.

From Huizhou to Jiangzhou, the road was full of dangers. Several times, life and death were on the line, and it was only by taking care of each other that they saved the day and time again.

Although neither of them pursued the so-called form of sworn brotherhood very much, looking at Li Yiru's expectant eyes at this time, neither of them wanted to dampen his interest at this time.

So several people turned back quickly and returned to Erbai's "ancestral hall".

Mu Cheng opened his mouth first, "I'm much older than you, so don't say things like 'I want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day'. We all want to live a long life."

Li Yiru sighed, and said solemnly, "In troubled times, life and death are predestined. Today, I am lucky to be with my two elder brothers! If you betray righteousness and forget gratitude in the future, heaven and man will kill each other!"

Bo Ling looked at the stone sculptures of Bai Yi and Bai Shijun behind the incense burner, and was in a daze for a moment.

When she escaped from Pingjing, she was already prepared to face the difficulties and obstacles alone on this journey, so she never imagined that she would have such an adventure soon after leaving the house.

"Songqing, it's your turn!" Li Yiru reminded softly.

When Bai Ling came back to his senses, he realized that Mu Cheng and Li Yiru had already clasped fists at Er Bai's stone sculpture, waiting for him to speak.

She also stood facing the stone statue of her father and brother, "...me too!"

When the three of them bow together, it is considered a ceremony.

On the way back, the three of them were in a very happy mood, and Li Yiru stopped calling Mu Cheng and Bo Ling "Brother Mu" and "Song Qing", but directly changed their address to "Big Brother" and "Second Brother", and the switching was extremely smooth.

When they got back to the residence, just in time for the first batch of patrolling guards to pass by the inn, they went back to the house together without any danger.

Before going to bed, Li Yiru handed the repeatedly transcribed letter to Bo Ling.

They have already found out from the shopkeeper that the eldest son of Mr. Cifu lives in Chonghuafang in the south of Jiangzhou City - but it is not the old house of the Zhang family, but very close to the mansion of the Liu family.

It is said that because the daughter of the Liu family could not bear to be separated from her family, Zhang Jingzhen directly bought a house nearby so that his wife could visit her parents in her spare time.

This incident was once a good talk among Jiang Zhoucheng.

"Tomorrow morning, you go to deliver the letter first," Mu Cheng said to Bo Ling, "Yi Ru and I are packing our luggage in the inn. When you come back, we will leave the city and head north."

"Well," Bo Ling nodded. She squeezed the envelope in her hand and sighed for a while, "When this letter is delivered, the matter of Huizhou Prefecture will be considered temporary."

……

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Jingzhen woke up early in Chonghua Square.

Since leaving Pingjing three years ago and returning to Jiangzhou to marry a wife, his life has completely changed.

About three months after getting married, his wife was diagnosed as pregnant, so he simply wrote to his father, asking him to stay in Jiangzhou temporarily for a year.

Zhang Shouzhong replied quickly, and sent someone with a pair of silver longevity locks and two pairs of bracelets.

In the letter, Zhang Shouzhong uttered some inner thoughts to his son in a rare way—perhaps it was because of the fact that there was no need to meet each other when exchanging letters, so some things were easier to say.

Think about the friends around Shizi back then. After his father was acquitted, Hu Lu’s family moved out of Pingjing to make a living in the countryside; They are not stupid, they will not rely on their past friendship with the emperor to beg for favor in front of the holy car.

If you don't ask for favor, you won't be disgusted.

Now that Zhang Jingzhen is newly married, his wife is pregnant, and it is indeed a good opportunity to stay away from Pingjing.The future will be long, stay away from the place of right and wrong, and maybe the days will be more peaceful and joyful.

When Zhang Shouzhong wrote this, he couldn't help feeling that if he could do this, he would be able to go to the spring to see his wife with peace of mind in the future.

Zhang Jingzhen read this letter until she burst into tears.

Now his life is indeed safe and happy, his wife is gentle and talented, and his eldest daughter has just turned two years old, which is the cutest time.

He read and wrote at home every day, and rewrote the school annotations for several ancient books.

On peaceful days, the husband and wife would go out for a walk and swim in the lake together. When it was not peaceful, once the gate of the mansion was closed, as long as Jiangzhou Cheng was not broken, the right and wrong outside would not be able to burn into his mansion.

Today was another sunny day, and suddenly a servant came running outside, saying that someone claimed to be his old friend and wanted to meet.

Zhang Jingzhen didn't think so, just waved his hand and said no - in these years, those "smart people" who wanted to curry favor with Zhang Shouzhong were inevitable.

"This..." the servant still boldly said, "The man said, if the younger one didn't explain the matter clearly, you will definitely punish the younger one when you find out the whole story."

Zhang Jingzhen was not in a hurry, but just smiled, "Then you can tell the whole story."

The servant handed over a note, "The man said, as long as you read this, you will know who he is."

Zhang Jingzhen stopped writing with some concern, reached out to take the note, unfolded it, and there were two sentences neatly written on it:
Guanshan is difficult to overcome, whoever loses his way;
When we meet by the water, we are all guests from other countries.

(End of this chapter)