imperial psychologist

Chapter 359 Execution
Zheng Mi was about to answer, when Yu Guang suddenly noticed a slight disturbance.

"……Out!"

Not far away, I saw Boling walking towards here with more than fifty soldiers. Each soldier was holding a new wooden board in his hand, with a stack of papers clamped on it with iron clips.

"My Bosi medicine..." Zheng Mi stepped forward quickly, holding up the hem of his clothes, "How are you preparing, when will you start interrogating these refugees?"

"You can do it now." Bai Ling replied, she turned her head and glanced at the accompanying generals, "Master Li, let's start."

The general nodded his chin to Bo Ling, then turned around, and issued a loud and powerful assembly command to the soldiers behind him.

Fifty people lined up in a square formation and headed towards the center of the camp where the refugees were.

They first went to the garrison team next to the camp, and each led three or five people as helpers.

After a preliminary discussion, they divided the areas among each other, and entered into different tents with the new wooden boards and paper made last night.

With the order of the soldiers, the refugees in different areas quickly moved into action, waiting in line outside the camp in groups of five to seven, and entering the camp one by one.

Zheng Mi looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Bo Ling breathed a sigh of relief, she quickly rubbed her hands together, and then covered her eyes with her hot palms.

"Master Zheng, I want to go to sleep for a while..." Bai Ling whispered, "If you are interested, you can follow me to have a look, but this process may be a bit boring."

Zheng Mi looked back at the entire camp that had come to life, "Is this... the start?"

"Yes, it's started."

"How long will it take for the results?"

"If it goes well, it will take half an hour." Bai Ling replied, "Even if it doesn't go well, it will not exceed an hour."

"So fast!?" Zheng Mi was stunned, his expression turned into suspicion and distrust, "Can Si Yao—"

"Master Zheng," Chen Yicong said suddenly, "Let Bo Ling rest, I'll go and watch with you, if there's anything you don't understand, I can tell you."

Bai Ling turned his head gratefully, and Chen Yicong noticed the gaze, and pretended to take two steps forward without knowing it, so as to avoid the direct meeting of gazes.

The boy straightened his back unconsciously.

"Master Zheng, don't take offense," Bo Ling said softly, "With the help of General Shen, I will definitely be able to give you an answer today. It's just that there are so many eyes and ears in the camp, and I don't know who will pass through my conversation with you. Eyes, who's tongue is passed to whose ears, nights are long and dreamy, easy to change, so I haven't told you the details.

"However, it's the last moment now, I don't have to hide anything anymore, you can go and see it with your son." Bai Ling smiled, "It's just that I'm really...a little tired."

"Okay, okay." Zheng Mi nodded again and again, he walked to Chen Yicong's side, and said politely, "Then, His Royal Highness will lead the way, I will wait and see."

Chen Yicong only glanced at Bo Ling at this moment, unexpectedly Bo Ling was also looking at him gently.

Chen Yicong suddenly discovered that when Bo Ling was sleepy, the eye sockets would become deeper, and the original double eyelids would become triple eyelids or even more.

It made her look haggard and frail.

It's a little strange, but it seems easier to touch.

Chen Yicong subconsciously wanted to look away, but the next moment, with a bit of stubbornness, he settled down again.

He stepped forward and said to Bo Ling, "Shall I take you there first?"

Bo Ling was a little surprised, "Where did you go? A tent?"

"Ah."

"No need, it's just a short walk... I'll just go by myself, besides, my brother is here too." Bai Ling laughed, and she motioned Chen Yicong to look at Zheng Mi behind her, "You see Mr. Zheng is in a hurry. Yep, my hair is going to smoke."

Zheng Mi showed a wry smile not far away, and bowed to Bo Ling.

He is really anxious to smoke!
Chen Yicong felt a little lost in his heart. He still wanted to say something, but Bai Ling bowed his body slightly and said in a low voice, "Then, I will trouble my son and tell Mr. Zheng what he saw and heard last night."

"Okay," Chen Yicong replied with bright eyes, "I will fulfill my mission."

Bai Ling and Bai Yi watched Zheng Mi and Chen Yicong go away, until they saw that they and their entourage had entered a tent, then Bai Ling relaxed and stretched his arms, and yawned long.

The two walked back together, and entered the tent after a while——Bai Shijun was sitting in the middle and waiting anxiously. When he saw Bai Ling coming back, he stood up with some surprise and pity.

Bo Ling fell straight down on the makeshift bed.

"...I couldn't keep my eyes open just now," Bo Ling murmured with his eyes closed, "It's really tiring to assign jobs to these people."

Bai Yi glanced at the steaming white porridge and the neatly stacked wooden chopsticks on the table, "Eat something first?"

no answer.

There was an even sound of breathing from Berlin.

Bai Yi was taken aback for a moment, and he stepped forward to look at it——after just a short while, Bai Ling had indeed fallen asleep.

He sighed, picked up the blanket that fell on the ground and covered Bo Ling.

"Thank you." Bai Yi said softly.

Bai Shijun could only look at his sleeping daughter with a complicated expression, and fell silent again.

……

Time passed little by little.

In the blink of an eye, Si time is almost here.

In the duty room of the cabinet, Song Bozong stood up first, and Song Na quickly supported his arm.

"Master Sun Ge, Master Zhang," Song Bozong said politely, "The time is almost here, we are almost there, we have to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation again."

Both Sun Beiji and Zhang Shouzhong stood up respectfully, and answered softly, "Yes."

Song Bozong looked at the sky outside, "At this time, Zheng Mi should already be waiting outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation for questioning."

"Yes." Sun Beiji replied, "This turmoil of refugees should come to an end."

Song Bozong gave a low laugh, and took the lead to step out of the threshold of the value house.

The four of them walked in twos and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The sun above the head began to look like midsummer, and even the sunlight reflected on the ground made people feel a little dazzling.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was still shady and cool as usual, Zheng Mi was already waiting outside the long corridor, Zhang Shouzhong looked at Zheng Mi's side with concern, but his expression could not be seen clearly due to the sunlight.

Zheng Mi saluted Song Bozong and Song Na humbly, and after some official courtesies, he walked quickly towards Sun Beiji.

"Ge Lao." Zheng Mi's voice was full of unspeakable joy and distress, and he firmly held Sun Beiji's old hand, "Long time no see, you are still so energetic."

This look is worth a thousand words, and Sun and Zhang suddenly had a bottom line in their hearts——

The interrogation of the refugees in the south of the city camp today must have gone very smoothly!

Sun Beiji's hand covered Zheng Mi's, and he nodded calmly, looking towards the end of the long corridor, "Let's not talk about that, let's... hurry up and report to the emperor."

　Thanks to the carefree Haha, Baby Ziyou and Linglan yeh for the monthly tickets~
　　Thank you Linglan yeh for your reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)