imperial psychologist

Chapter 113

Just the front door of the firewood room is guarded by four Jinyi guards with knives, and there are countless Jinyi guards on the side door, the entrance and exit of the corridor, and patrolling on the move.

Bo Ling slowed down his pace, but he was still walking forward slowly.

When she approached, the four brocade guards at the front door of the firewood room also cast their gazes over.

Seeing that Bai Ling had no dodge along the way and was coming straight in his direction, several of them pressed their hands on the handle of the knife in unison.

The scabbard lightly bumped against the hem of the flying fish suit, making a slight, chilling sound in the courtyard full of brocade guards.

Each of them had the same indifferent expression on their faces, and this frosty look reminded Bai Ling of Wei Shishi inexplicably—when he and he just met him, he had such a cold face all day long.

Later, also from Fourteen, Bo Ling knew that many people in Jinyiwei had no names like him, or that their names were just a series of numbers.

Most of them are children who have lost their parents, family members, and no relatives or friends. For various reasons, they have been selected through layers of selection, and finally entered the Beizhen Fusi.

They usually only have some unrefined nicknames—Da Mao Er Mao San Mao, Da Zhu Er Zhu Tie Zhu...

On the day of official registration, everyone has to put their name on the register, and most people have to think of a new name at this time.

As Jin Yiwei, their names don't need any blessings or deep meanings implied in them. They just need to remove those nicknames with the last bit of local tenderness and replace them with a cold code name.

Those who know their rank in the family usually use their rank, like Jiang San; those who don't know, use the date of naturalization as their name, like Wei Shishi.

……

When they were about six or seven steps away from each other, Bo Ling stopped.

"I'm Chengqian Palace Secretary Yao Bailing." She said in a trembling voice, her face was neither humble nor overbearing, and she bowed to the people in front of her without a trace of a smile, "Today I came to visit my elder brother in Taiyuan Hospital, several adults Can you give me a break?"

One of them repeated the name in a low voice, and whispered a few words with the leader, and then the four of them took a step to each side, indicating that she could go in.

Bai Ling leaned forward and walked through the four people, but when she continued to walk forward, there were two more people trailing behind her.

Bo Ling stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked, "What do you two adults mean?"

One of them said blankly, "No comment."

Bo Ling took a deep look at the two of them, then ignored them, and walked up the stairs holding up the hem of his skirt.

Passing through the front door of the courtyard where the firewood house was located, Bo Ling saw a huge cage in the courtyard, covered with a black cloth outside, and he didn't know what it contained.

Before entering the door, Bo Ling heard the sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground from a room on the left.

"Bo Yi?"

As she spoke, she approached and pushed the door open to enter the house.

After a loud bang of falling to the ground, the sweaty Bai Yi came back in the dusty room, his eyes full of surprise, "Why are you here?"

From this moment on, one of the two Jinyi guards behind him took out his volume and pen, and made a record in front of Bai Ling and Bai Yi.

This kind of battle has been seen many times in Berlin - the sharp weapon of Jin Yiwei to fabricate charges is text analysis.

What year, month, where and what did you say to whom, they will always be able to interpret the deep meaning that you can't even think of.

Bo Ling didn't answer, she just raised her head and carefully looked at the woodshed that had been almost completely new from the beginning to the end.

On a workbench in the center of the room, an unfinished three-story wooden frame was placed against the wall facing south, and Bai Yi was dragging the fourth layer of the wooden frame to lift it over.

"I just came over from Dad's place, so I stopped by to see you." Bai Ling blinked, and a faint smile appeared on Bai Yi's face when he saw Bai Yi.

She casually picked up the coarse cloth gloves placed on the side, put them on, and walked to the other side of the wooden shelf, "Do you want me to help?"

"Okay!" Bai Yi replied without thinking, "Be careful, this thing is heavy."

The two of them each carried one end, slowly lifted it up, and then stacked it on a wooden frame that had been stacked three times by the wall.

This is not stable yet. Bai Yi commanded Bai Ling to hold the center of the wooden frame to prevent it from falling, and then he used iron wires to secure the corners of the uppermost wooden frame and the frame of the lower wooden frame. Fastened to a post against the wall.

After winding a few turns of the iron wire at the last fixed point, Bai Yi cut off the last end of the iron wire with a vise, and then used a hammer to slam the end of the iron wire into the inside of the wooden frame, and then let out a long breath. Stand up and beat your back.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a few steps back together with Bo Ling, and took an overall look at the results of his morning labor——

There are [-] small cages in the four-layer wooden frame, and the bottom of each layer is a double-layer structure. The upper layer is hollowed out, and the lower layer is a thin drawer that can be pulled out.

But the whole shelf looks crooked, as if it came out of Dali's painting.

... All in all, very abstract and very bad.

Bai Ling glanced at Bai Yi, and held back his smile, "Which carpenter did you call this for? Let him refund the money."

Bai Yi scratched his head in embarrassment, "The original design of this thing should be quite ingenious, it is all joined by mortise and tenon joints, and the carpenter even boasted to me that the whole process does not require a single nail... But I really can't figure out what it is Where to connect a piece of wood, we can only nail the four shelves first, and then use wire to tie them around, hahaha."

Bai Yi coughed, and lightly stepped forward to pat the wooden frame, "As long as it works."

With that said, Bai Yi turned around, poured a cup of tea for Bai Ling and handed it to him.

There is only one cup in the room, and when one person finishes drinking, the other pours water and drinks again.

Holding the teacup, Bo Ling watched as Bo Yi opened all the east and west windows of the house to let in air, and then brought a broom to clean the wood chips and ashes on the ground.

Bai Ling put down the teacup, scooped a ladle of clean water from the bucket in the yard, and followed Bai Yi, before he put down the broom, lightly sprinkled water with five fingers to suppress the dust.

The siblings were chatting, but the Jin Yiwei behind Quan Dang didn't exist.

"Why did you pack up the woodshed?" Bai Ling asked.

"Raise rabbits." Bai Yi replied concisely.

Bo Ling stopped moving, "For experiment? (Experimental rabbit?)"

As soon as the words fell, Jin Yiwei, who had been recording the words and deeds of the brother and sister behind him, immediately stopped writing, and the two frowned at the same time and looked at Bai Ling.

"En." Bai Yi nodded softly with a smile in his eyes.

"Where is the rabbit?"

"There is a big iron cage outside, wrapped in black cloth, did you see it?" Bai Yi asked with a smile, "Those are the strains I have specially bred in Baiweilou for the past two years."

"..." Bo Ling froze there.

When Bai Yi swept the floor almost, he casually placed the ashes by the door, turned around and said, "Do you want to take a look?"

(End of this chapter)