imperial psychologist

Chapter 115
The moment he touched Bai Yi's left hand, Bai Ling suddenly realized that the touch of these hands was rougher than he had imagined.

His palms were slightly stiff because of the thin calluses, and his fingers had several red marks from the labor just now.

Berlin had mixed feelings.

"What's wrong? Your expression..." Bai Yi blinked, "Could it be that my palmistry looks fierce?"

Bai Ling smiled, and hit Bai Yi's palm with his backhand.

She was sitting on Bai Yi's right, leaning slightly closer, just blocking the sight of the two Jin Yiwei not far behind her.

"Do you know why you look at your left hand?"

Bo Ling raised his gaze, with a smile on his face, his expression focused and serious.

Being stared at by such eyes, Bai Yi's heart brightened, he looked at Jin Yiwei not far away from the corner of his vision, they were standing on both sides of the pavilion pillars one by one left and one right.

They didn't seem to have much interest in listening to Bo Ling's metaphysics. Although the person who recorded it still didn't stop writing, the eyes of the two of them were no longer locked on themselves as tightly as before.

"Why?" Bai Yi also looked at Bai Ling.

"I've heard people say that the palm lines on a man's left hand represent their innate destiny, while the hand lines on their right hand are their destiny, and the opposite is true for women..."

As he spoke, Bai Ling's fingers lightly slid across Bai Yi's palm, drawing strokes on Bai Yi's palm.

"...So it is said that if you want to read a man's palm, you should look at their left hand, and if you look at a woman, you should look at their right hand. There is also a saying that regardless of gender, a person's dominant hand represents his present, while the other hand represents his future... ..."

Bai Yi focused on the movements of Bai Ling on her hand, and when she was slowly publishing this long speech about looking at the face, she also wrote a sentence in Bai Yi's palm.

—Are they coming after you?
When Bai Ling finished drawing the last question mark, Bai Yi had already fully understood her original intention of suddenly showing himself a picture today.

"Interesting," Bai Yi said softly, "Then stretch out your hand, and I'll take a look too."

Bo Ling smiled and handed over his right hand.

Bai Yi held her four fingers, and lightly ticked Bai Ling's palm.

Bai Ling narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

She laughed softly, "How about it, do you see anything?"

"Uh..." Bai Yi stared straight at Bai Ling's palm for a while, then let out a dull voice, "No."

Bai Ling smiled and said, "I've said so much, brother, don't you understand at all? You spread the palms of both hands and look at the palm lines inside. Since one hand represents the previous destiny, the other represents the future. Fate, then the difference between the two means the changes you will encounter in your life, and you will use some means and methods to change the original destiny..."

While saying this passage, Bai Ling wrote another sentence in Bai Yi's palm.

——Does dad know?

"Is that so!" Bai Yi took Bai Ling's other hand, "It sounds quite amazing, but..."

Bai Yi lowered his gaze, and drew a big cross on Bo Ling's palm.

Bo Ling's heart was shocked, and it really happened again.

But it doesn't matter if my father doesn't know, the more he knows, the more worrying it will be.

"But what?" Burling asked.

"...Can people really change their fate against the sky?" Bai Yi laughed, "According to what you said, the left hand is the innate destiny, and the right hand is the acquired destiny. After all, it is all destiny, and it is always a path that has been arranged in advance , no matter how much you struggle and how much you thump, what's the point?"

Bo Ling slightly raised his eyebrows, "It makes sense."

"Tell me about it."

"Looking at fortune-telling is not for the fortune-teller to teach you how to act, but when the result comes out, your reaction will let you really understand what you want." Bo Ling took it for granted, "The fortune-teller is right Of course it doesn’t count, but if you are confused and don’t know what to do, this kind of ritual behavior can help judge.”

Bo Ling quickly wrote on Bai Yi's hand——

In the end what happened?
Bai Yi burst out laughing, "So do you believe in fortune-telling?"

"I believe it." Bo Ling replied softly, "But if you don't believe him, believe me."

"How do you say it?" Bai Yi asked as he wrote down a set of words in Bai Ling's palm——

Atuo.

mercury.

Toxicology experiment.

scalpel.

Framed for assassination.

Bai Yi paused for a moment, and finally added two more words in Bo Ling's palm: Jiang San.

When the last two words were written, Bo Ling felt that his whole body had fallen into the ice cave.

It wasn't until this moment that she really understood what kind of danger Bai Yi was in. Looking at her brother's calm and calm appearance, Bai Ling felt a rush of blood in her heart.

After Bai Yi finished writing this, he gently kneaded Bai Ling's hand into a fist and clenched it tightly.

"What does it mean to believe in yourself?" Bai Yi asked.

"That is to say..." Bo Ling's eyes dropped, and his voice became a little dry, "If the fortune teller reads the palmistry and tells me that I can't do this, that, and that, but I still want to try it after hearing it, then It means that I really want it... Then, work harder and do it."

"Isn't it a coincidence," Bai Yi said softly, "The way I understand fortune-telling is the same."

Bai Ling raised his head to look into Bai Yi's eyes again.

Bai Yi also looked at her.

There was only rumors between the two of them for a while, but there were thousands of words in their eyes.

……

When the sun was about to rise above his head, Bai Yi personally sent Bai Ling out of the east gate of the Imperial Hospital, and the two Jin Yiwei were still behind him.

After being forced to listen to a meaningless large-scale metaphysical analysis between the two brothers and sisters all morning, both of them looked a little tired.

The person who has been responsible for recording words and deeds simply put away his booklet and pen, his impatience is evident.

In front of the gatehouse at the east gate, Bo Ling stood still again. All that should be said has been said, and it is time to say goodbye.

But she was still a little reluctant to leave.

"How careful you are when you attend that garden party at night," Bai Yi said softly, "You've become famous now, so it's always right to pay more attention to your words and deeds."

Bo Ling sighed, and suddenly hugged Bai Yi's waist without warning.

Passers-by couldn't help casting their gazes at the siblings.

"Hey, hey, let go, you're not a kid anymore, don't act like a spoiled child... There are a lot of people here."

Bai Yi lowered his voice, his face blushed slightly as if he had done something shy in public, but he only patted Bai Ling's back lightly a few times, without pushing her away.

However, Berlin is not letting go.

But that's okay--an 11-year-old girl was transferred to the palace and had to be separated from her family. It is human nature to be reluctant to leave after meeting now.

Bo Ling heard the heartbeat in Bai Yi's chest, she closed her eyes, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"what can I do?"

Bai Yi smiled helplessly, and replied in the same low voice, "Actually, I don't know either..."

He looked up at the sunny sky outside, and suddenly seemed to remember something, "Let's go find Concubine Ning."

(End of this chapter)