imperial psychologist

Chapter 494
As soon as the words came out, Bo Ling himself laughed first.

How could Songqing know...

Sure enough, Ai Songqing shook his head, Bo Ling coughed, and then suppressed his voice, telling the story of Fucha and Goujian.

Ai Songqing didn't speak, but just listened silently.

She does have some impressions of the country "Yue State", because it is said that Chuzhou and Jiangzhou belonged to Yue State a long time ago.

It's just that she has never seen a king of Yue in the history books... She imagined that the subjugated king would become a prisoner of his subordinates, licking the gall every night before going to bed, and finally rise again in the humble place and restore the former glory... …

Ai Songqing felt a surge in her heart.

"I used to read history as a story," Bo Ling said softly. "Later, as I got older, I realized that history is history because someone actually experienced that kind of thing in the past... It feels like It's different.

"There are so many people who have lived in this world, so what I'm going through... I'm afraid I'm not alone." Bo Ling said softly, "I always feel better when I think about it this way."

Ai Songqing nodded, she slowly lowered her eyes, and replied softly, "Yes."

Bo Ling pulled the thin blanket, bent his knees slightly, and tried his best to put both shoulders into the thin blanket while his feet were covered by the blanket.

Bo Ling sighed, "But it seems that this type of story is usually told to boys here."

"Huh?" Ai Songqing didn't understand for a while.

"When you were young, what books did your family use to enlighten you?" Bai Ling asked.

"There are quite a lot," Ai Songqing said in a low voice, "Generally it is "Nvjing", "The Book of Virtue", "Daughter Commandments", and..."

"Yes." Bai Ling said softly.

"...But I also read other books. After I learned how to read, I will not only read these books." Ai Songqing said quickly, "I am also allowed to read those historical articles at home, and I don't stop them."

"Then they let you discuss it?" Bo Ling asked, "When your brothers are discussing in private schools, can you also?"

Ai Songqing paused, "It's... no."

Bai Ling said softly, "When I was young, I read this place to enlighten girls. The book was full of "Nvjing" to teach them how to be filial to their parents, how to be chaste to their husbands, and how to sacrifice themselves for their children—"

"Not all of them," Ai Songqing said again, "Take "Nvjing" as an example. There are seven volumes in the book. Volume two is devoted to wise and upright sons in ancient times; Those who can speak eloquently - there are even people who worship the prime minister here."

"Well," Bo Ling nodded, "but besides the first volume "Mother Yi" and the fourth volume "Zhenshun", no one reads the other volumes. "

Ai Songqing curled up her feet, unable to answer for a while.

She suddenly remembered that in the past, when the husband of the family was reciting and writing silently, he usually chose the first and fourth volumes.

"Didn't princesses disguise themselves as men in the past to fight against the enemy, but now I don't even see a female general." Bo Ling said in a low voice, "Look at the men in the history books, they are extolled for a variety of good qualities.

"In a storm, those who refuse to bow their heads have gold under their knees and are the backbone of the country; there are many who are willing to bow their heads. King Gou Jian of Yue tried his best, Han Xin endured the humiliation under his crotch, and a man can bend and stretch...

"Put it in a woman, such a story is much simpler... What should be the most beautiful character of a woman, and what is the first word that comes to your mind?"

Just as Ai Songqing was about to open his mouth, he suddenly felt something stuck in his throat and couldn't speak.

There are quite a lot of words that I can think of—kindness, gentleness, chastity, knowledgeable, understanding...

But these words seem to be a bit monotonous.

Bo Ling said softly, "...But it may also be about women's stories, the number of which is small in the first place."

With that said, Bo Ling yawned again.

"So don't learn from them, don't engage in this kind of meaningless struggle...Since you haven't reached that point yet, try to survive first, as long as you are alive, you may think of other ways." Bo Ling whispered, "People always There is a way to go..."

Ai Songqing didn't speak, but nodded thoughtfully in the dark.

After a while, she looked towards Bo Ling again, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "What did the Bo Ling family... used to do?"

But on the other end, there was only the sound of Bo Ling's even breathing——Bo Ling had fallen asleep.

Ai Songqing didn't say anything more, but leaned towards Berlin again.

……

Early the next morning, the turtle claws went upstairs with bowls and vegetable paste as usual.

Sure enough, when the bowl was distributed, the first few girls didn't pick it up.The Turtle Claws smiled—they had indeed seen this kind of situation a lot.

The person standing in front directly threw the iron spoon into the pot, and the juice splashed in the pot, "Okay! Then I reward you with a good meal—"

As he spoke, he went to untie the whip behind his waist.

"Wait!" A hand was suddenly raised from behind the crowd, "They don't eat, I eat, I'm hungry in the morning, how do I work in the morning?"

Everyone turned around in astonishment, and saw Bo Ling raised his hand alone.

For a moment, Ai Songqing, who was squatting beside Bai Ling, felt that everyone's eyes were cast in his direction, with anger, hatred, disdain, surprise... and some ridicule and fear.

The turtle claws looked at each other and suddenly found it interesting.

The man standing in the lead groped for the stubble on his chin with one hand, nodded, and beckoned to Bo Ling, "...you come here."

Bai Ling raised her head, although she hesitated for a moment, she still stood up.

Turtle Claw casually took out a bowl from the bamboo basket on the side, and handed it to Bo Ling.

Bo Ling had been waiting for him to make a spoonful of paste soup for himself, but he didn't want the tortoise claw in front of him to take out a pack of yellow paper from his bosom—the paper was already soaked with oil, so he pulled it away in twos and The contents were shaken into Burling's bowl.

Four or five pancakes rolled down, and a burst of aroma wafted out.

"What's the name?" he asked.

"...Berling."

Among the girls sitting below, someone was slightly taken aback when they heard the name.

"I said you are so fucking good at talking, so your name is Bailing!" The man laughed loudly, "It sounds like someone from our Baihuaya."

Bai Ling grinned, but did not respond.

The tortoise claw squatted down, grabbed the faces of the girls in the front row who didn't pick up the bowls, and looked, "How is it? You don't eat it, others eat it, they not only have vegetable paste to eat, they also have raw fried food... You guys, Lord, remember, don’t think about eating any more today, ah.”

As he said, the movements in his hands became more serious, and the faces of several girls were quickly flushed.

Then, he looked at the people in the back row, "Who else doesn't take the bowl?"

(End of this chapter)