imperial psychologist

Chapter 92 The Meaning of Missing
What exactly is the vortex in the court, Zheng Shu said vaguely.

But it's not that she doesn't want to make it clear with Bo Ling—it's just that she has lived in the harem for a long time, and she doesn't understand it very well.

For a kind woman like Qu, even if she couldn't think about it and committed suicide, why did she attract such crazy bites from the officials?
Batch after batch of officials who were beaten by the imperial staff outside the Meridian Gate, they beat more and more, and the beatings became more and more passionate-they were so angry, it seemed that the imperial concubine had committed some heinous crime. Ken give up.

Zheng Shu didn't understand where this enmity was forged.

Bai Ling smiled thoughtfully.

"Speaking of which, I actually had a relationship with my empress before... at the flower viewing event three years ago.

"Really." Zheng Shu sighed lowly.

Recalling the glory of the past, Zheng Shu's eyes floated a little sentimental.

She naturally remembered it too, how could she forget it - because of the great victory at the front line and the bumper harvest of the previous year, Emperor Jianxi organized the flower viewing party that year as a spring feast for all people to enjoy.

Above the surging crowd, there are countless red flame sky lanterns all over the sky, and each lantern is like a small flame rising slowly.

Qu Shi held the flying lock that almost melted into the night with one hand, and slid slowly from the highest point of the city tower to the high platform in front of the palace gate. Behind her, she was dressed like a goddess descending from the mortal world.

On that night, the sound of silk and bamboo resounded all over the field, and everyone was amazed and cheered between the toasts.

Everything seems like yesterday, just a flick of a finger...

There was a mist in Zheng Shu's eyes. How did they get to where they are today... It's hard to figure out after all.

"Grandma Shu told me this, so I understand." Bai Ling stood up, "But my thoughts still depend on what your mother wants. If she doesn't want to, don't force her."

"How can this be forced? Girl, do you really understand?" Zheng Shu's face became more serious, and her throat moved, "Forget it, you just came here, and you don't understand the relationship between Concubine Ning and Your Majesty. The relationship is also justifiable. Concubine Ning is a bit fierce, but what she said is good medicine, if our empress can listen to it, it will be her blessing."

Bai Ling smiled, "Then the mother-in-law still keeps Concubine Ning outside today and won't let her in?"

Zheng Shu took it for granted, "After all, she is an outsider. If the empress said she would not see her, she must not be allowed to break in. This is the rule of Chengqian Palace and cannot be broken."

"Then...what if the old lady and Lord Qu are here today?"

A little embarrassment flashed in Zheng Shu's eyes.

"...That lady, most likely met." Zheng Shu replied.

Bai Ling asked immediately, "What if the empress ordered to stop her and said she didn't want to see her?"

Zheng Shu couldn't answer for a while.

This is really impossible to answer.

Bo Ling smiled, and didn't press the question any further.

She followed Zheng Shu slowly towards the east side hall, and said softly, "Speaking of which, there has always been a kind of metaphysical theory in the discussion of depression. I don't know if Granny Shu is interested in listening."

"Just say it, I'm listening."

"To some extent, it is good to have this disease." Bai Ling said softly.

This sentence fell into the ears almost astonishingly, Zheng Shu stopped in her footsteps, and looked at Bo Ling in disbelief—and Bo Ling was also looking at her.

"benefit?"

"Well," Berlin nodded, "in the risk of depression, genetic factors account for 31 to 50%—if a person suffers from depression, the chances of his parents, children, brothers and sisters suffering from the disease will increase. 2 to 3 times higher than ordinary people.

"However, even a person with a high genetic risk may not actually develop the disease in his lifetime, unless he is exposed to a stressful environment for a long time and cannot be resolved-long-term stress and some stressful events are usually the trigger points for depression. .

"Of course, depression will bring many troubles, such as disintegrating people's will, making patients lose interest in everything, unable to find the meaning of life, and finally can only seek the shelter of death...

"However, it is a little good." Bo Ling paused every word, "It allows patients to escape everything in the outside world, isolating all good things, but also isolating all bad things."

In fact, this is what many evolutionary psychologists have speculated is why depression has survived to this day.

It makes you lose all mobility, but also firmly confines you in a safe corner, protecting you from the direct threat of wolves, tigers and leopards, and finally passing the gene of depression down from generation to generation.

"The empress is indeed ill, but she is not stupid. She always has her own judgment when encountering things." The flower festival, what will happen if you lose your dignity in front of the imperial court at the moment that everyone is watching?"

Zheng Shu's heart trembled.

"Sometimes fighting is one kind of fighting, and not fighting is another kind of fighting." Bai Ling said with a smile, "it just depends on how people understand it."

Zheng Shu looked over with a complicated expression—the little girl had never even been married, and when it came to the harem disputes or not, she had the same reasoning.

"Anyway, let's wait for the evening first. I think it's a good sign to express your refusal so bluntly." Bai Ling said briskly, "By the way, if Grandma Shu has nothing else to do, I'll go back to the Imperial Garden first. gone."

Without even thinking about it, Zheng Shu immediately grabbed her.

"Don't go, at least don't go today, just wait in the Dongpian Hall." Zheng Shu sighed sincerely.

Bo Ling glanced at Zheng Shu's hand that was tightly holding onto his sleeve, nodded in response with heavy eyes, and replied "OK."

This good sound made Zheng Shu feel more or less at ease in her heart, and then she slowly let go of Bo Ling's hand.

She only understood the second half of Bo Ling's words just now, and the words "heredity", "stress", "trigger point" in front of it... are all words that Zheng Shu has never heard before.

But it doesn't matter, Zheng Shu at least understands one thing - this girl is just like Concubine Ning who tried to break in today, she has ideas and methods in her heart.

Some things may not require her to do, but as long as she is here, it is a great relief.

The two moved forward again, and Zheng Shu suddenly felt a lot of emotion in her heart. Her eyes slowly moved over the stone path, bushes, and a few places where the dust was gradually raised by the maidservant.

For some reason, when she saw this scene she had seen countless times today, she suddenly felt a little strange.

"It's really old." Zheng Shu murmured in her heart.

She sent Bai Ling all the way to the gate of the East Side Hall, and when she was about to say goodbye, a eunuch's soft voice suddenly came from outside, "Grandma Shu!"

The two turned their heads following the sound at the same time, and saw Zhang Fuhai, the eunuch in charge of Xianfu Palace, standing outside, followed by a familiar figure behind him.

"Bo Yi..." Bai Ling's eyes brightened slightly, "Why are you here?"

"I just finished seeing Concubine Ning and happened to pass by you, so I asked Eunuch Zhang if he could stop by to see you." Bai Yi smiled, "Is it convenient to talk?"

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