imperial psychologist

Chapter 551
"By the way," Ai Songqing seemed to suddenly think of something, "I have one more thing to tell you today... Just now I went in to play the piano, but I forgot about it when I came out."

"how?"

"Tomorrow, I'm going to the Liyuan with some masters," Ai Songqing said, "some of their luthiers have recently caught cold for some reason, so there is a vacancy, and the masters are interested in me Qin Yi, you want me to try to see if I can top it."

"Good thing." Bo Ling's eyes brightened slightly, "Is it still the very important new play you said last time?"

"Yeah." Ai Songqing nodded, "Maybe I will stay in Liyuan for the next half month."

"Understood." Bo Ling nodded.

"you……"

"Songqing doesn't have to worry about me," Bo Ling said again, "Anyway, I will find a solution."

"You always have a way, I know." Ai Songqing slowly shook her hands, she lowered her eyes and sighed, "I have good news today."

"Ok?"

"It was the old master of the music workshop who told me that after one year, if my qin art can be recognized by Baihuaya music workshop, then I don't have to go back to the Lanzi shop immediately, but can continue to stay until I have completed three years of study. When you come back, you don't have to be reduced to..."

Ai Songqing was embarrassed to say those two words, so she was silent for a moment, and then continued, "In that case, you can stay at Lan Zihao and become a luthier."

"The pianist?"

"Well," Ai Songqing nodded, "you don't need to commit yourself to others, you only need to work on the piano art, because some distinguished guests come here, not just for women... Anyway, that's what the masters told me, I think It might be a way out."

"Yes." Bai Ling nodded.

The two leaned against the railing, speechless for a moment.

"If you can really go out, will Bo Ling go?" Ai Songqing asked suddenly.

"Let's go." Bo Ling said softly, "Go to my brother, my father."

"where are they?"

"do not know."

"Then how do I find...?"

"I don't know," Bo Ling took a deep breath, "but there is always a way."

Ai Songqing looked at Bo Ling, and a slight sigh suddenly appeared in his eyes.

She couldn't bear to remind the people in front of her that even brothers who loved and respected each other in the past, even kind-hearted parents, would never treat a daughter who returned from a flower kiln equally...

But since Berlin is willing to believe so, what's wrong with it?
To dig out the Hundred Flowers, it was originally as difficult as climbing the sky.

"Will Boling still sing on the day of his debut?" Ai Songqing asked, "If necessary, I can come and sing for you again."

Bo Ling shook his head, "No need, Liang, I should have dinner with other people during the banquet."

"Have a meal?"

"Well," Bo Ling said softly, "I also heard about it yesterday. In fact, the bidding has been going on in the past few days, buying the seats for the night at the end of May."

"..." Ai Songqing was really surprised-the money is really... wave after wave, every floor has something to earn.

"At the banquet, everyone will bid, but I don't know exactly how to bid." Bai Ling said softly, "After the banquet is over, everyone will have their own eyes, and the guests will settle their own bids, and then we will spend a good night together. part."

Bo Ling propped her cheeks and said calmly, she looked at Ai Songqing, and laughed again, "It's fine if you're not here these days, someone will come to give me a lecture starting tomorrow night."

"What class?" Ai Songqing asked curiously.

"The art of spring boudoir."

Ai Songqing was stunned again, then she understood immediately. She blushed and coughed a few times, found an excuse to stand up, and went back to the room with the stool in her arms.

Bai Ling still sat where he was, his eyes turned to the rain screen again, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

I don't know if Baoyuan's husband has come back at this time.

Did he drink tonight, will he hit someone tonight?
Turtle Claw delivered Yinliang to the door, but was thrown out by Bao Yuan, would he take revenge on Bao Yuan for this?

Bo Ling suddenly felt a little tired.

What is the right way to do it.

In the deserted corridor, Bo Ling took out Fourteen's book of impermanence from his arms, and continued to read it under the light of the lantern above his head.

……

The door of the Golden Pavilion opened, and Lan Zhijun approached slowly, his hair was drenched by the rain, which was rare - obviously he had just returned from outside the Lanzihao.

In the past, people sometimes didn't see Lan Zhijun leave the Golden Pavilion once a month, but this May is different.

"Lan Jun." The maid who took Bai Ling to visit Baoyuan came out from behind the screen, and she stepped forward to take the manuscript in Lan Zhijun's hand, frowning slightly, "These servants are getting worse and worse. You can do things, why can't you even hold an umbrella, and your clothes and hair are all wet."

"fine."

The maid rearranged the manuscript and placed it on the desk to the south of the Golden Pavilion.

"How's it going tonight?" Lan Zhijun asked in a low voice.

"Everything went well." The maid replied softly, "But the woman from Hua Nong didn't accept our silver tael, and it is temporarily kept by Bai Ling."

"Really," Lan Zhijun glanced at the maid, "Why didn't you accept me?"

"I guess it's too much money, and it's not easy for her to collect it." The maid replied, "Tomorrow I will send someone to deliver some fruits, vegetables and meat, and I will deliver the same day's portion on the same day. This should be better."

"Well, you arrange it." Lan Zhijun said softly, "You don't need to tell me how to do it, go talk to Bo Ling."

The maid's eyes moved slightly.

"Have you been talking to Miss Boling since then?"

"Yeah." Lan Zhijun nodded, "Just do what she wants."

——Giving Baoyuan some help was originally a bet in that game of chess, and Lan Zhijun himself was indifferent to this matter.

But during the silence, he felt that the expression of the maid next to him seemed a little stiff, so he raised his head suspiciously, "Why, is there a problem?"

"No...not." The maid bowed and said, "I see."

"Did Bai Ling give you anything to pass on to me?" Lan Zhijun asked again.

The maid shook her head.

Lan Zhijun snorted lightly, "Go and urge her."

"...What are you urging?"

"Go and rush, she knows what it is." Lan Zhijun waved her hand, "Go, I can do the rest by myself."

The maid hesitated to speak, but seeing that Lan Zhijun seemed to be a little absent-minded tonight, she took a few steps back and quickly exited the Golden Pavilion.

Before pulling up the door of the Golden Pavilion, the maid saw that Lan Zhijun had already sat down at the desk. He gently picked up the candle wick with the silver hairpin on the desk, and then leaned over the desk to read the manuscript he brought back just now.

Sensing the sight outside the door, Lan Zhijun slightly frowned, raised her eyes and looked over.

The maid was startled and immediately closed the door.

The room finally returned to silence.

Before Lan Zhijun's case, on the cover of the manuscript in his hand, there was a line of "Qing Le Ji" written in illegible handwriting.

(End of this chapter)