imperial psychologist

Chapter 567 The End of Qingping
The third day of June.

In the afternoon, the pear orchard in the depths of Baihuaya became lively, and many people met backstage to prepare for the evening show.

At night, Bo Ling also changed into ordinary clothes, and went to the outermost dance hall of Baihuaya——Ai Songqing went to Liyuan to prepare a new play for more than half a month, and she will perform in that dance hall tonight.

The drinks and food in this place are relatively cheap, so the affluent people in the capital often come here to rest and chat.

Before entering the door, Bo Ling saw Jin Yiwei standing guard at the door from a distance, maintaining order inside.

——This is not difficult to understand, after all, this scene is a task suppressed by the Secretary of Jiaofang, so it must have some official color.

Bai Ling watched from a distance for a while, and these guards in brocade clothes seemed unfamiliar to her. She hesitated for a moment, and took off the veil she was wearing on her face.

With so many people coming and going here, wearing a veil might be counterintuitive.

Soon, Bo Ling successfully entered the hall. She had thought that the inside would be chaotic, but she never thought that the one standing outside was Jin Yiwei, and the one standing inside was Jing Zhaoyin's official servant.

In the past, everyone chatted and chatted with saliva, but today even the melon seeds are carefully stored in the palm of the hand.

Bo Ling found a corner and sat down, quietly waiting for the opening of tonight's show.

However, not long after she sat down, an official came to her side.

"But Miss Bai?" the official asked in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, the people who were originally sitting at the same table as Bo Ling immediately got up and stood elsewhere, but they still looked over with a bit of curiosity.

Seeing his polite words and deeds, Bo Ling nodded.

"My lord, please." The official said softly, and pointed to a wing room on the second floor to Bo Ling.

"Your lord..." Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and immediately guessed something, she got up and followed the officer up to the second floor, and sure enough, she saw Zheng Mi again outside the wing room on the second floor.

Zheng Mi carefully observed the little girl in front of him—Bai Ling still looked the same as a few days ago, and even laughed when they met.

Zheng Mi sighed, "Still laughing?"

"Why can't you laugh?" Bo Ling said softly, "Master Zheng, the yamen is so busy every day, why do you still have the time to come here to watch the show?"

"I must come, what can I do?"

Zheng Mi waved his hand, letting Bai Ling enter the door with him.

The wing room is on the right side of the second floor, and the window just happens to have a panoramic view of the stage, but there is a bamboo curtain hanging from the window. Standing near the bamboo curtain, you can have a panoramic view of everything below, but the people below still can't see inside.

The two laughed and chatted about the details of the night when Bo Ling made his debut. Zheng Mi has listened to no less than seven or eight versions of this episode.Now that Bai Ling himself is in front, he certainly can't let go of the opportunity to prove it.

When Bo Ling said that she had set up a consultation room in Lanzihao, which was the same as the one in the palace in the past, Zheng Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was so worried a few days ago," Zheng Mi sighed with a smile, "You can, Bo Ling, do something like that for me... let the people from Zhennanhou's Mansion pull two carts of silver to the gate of my yamen, Fortunately, there were people who knew the inside story at the time, and if the common people mistakenly think that the Hou Mansion bribed the Jingzhao Yin Yamen in public, I wouldn’t be able to clean it up even if I jumped into the Yellow River.”

"I didn't think too much about it at the time." Bo Ling replied with a smile, "I'm causing Mr. Zheng trouble."

Zheng Mi laughed, "No trouble, no trouble, I can add more in the future. The current situation is difficult, and I am still thinking about how to get the squires to donate more."

"Donate?"

"There is a war on the front line." Zheng Mi said softly, he turned away from the left and right sides, and then whispered, "I heard that the son of Zhang Shouzhong's family came to you a few days ago?"

"Yes." Bo Ling nodded, "He is also worried about me, so he came to take a look."

"Then did he reveal any news to you?"

Bo Ling was vigilant in his heart, but he just shook his head, "Jingzhen didn't hold a post in Beijing, so what news could he... know."

"Okay, he didn't reveal it to you, let me reveal it to you." Zheng Mi chuckled, "Your business in May caused a big earthquake in Beijing, do you know that?"

Bo Ling was stunned for a moment, "... What kind of earthquake?"

"In the middle of last month, the cabinet suddenly drafted a plan to re-count all the tax gates for this year, and everyone in and out of the palace will be treated equally." Zheng Mi picked up the teacup, "Even I can't be ranked in the ranks in Beijing. The small yamen has to respond in the same way."

"Check the tax gate... what is the tax gate?"

"To put it bluntly, it's just a matter of reviewing who are the big taxpayers now, and see if their payments are in compliance." Zheng Mi said softly, "The yamen is different. Not only do they have to do this, but they have to do it themselves. Simplify, come up with a way to eliminate redundancy... I have been so busy these days that I can't sleep, but I can't miss this scene tonight, really..."

Bai Ling was silent for a moment, thinking about what Zheng Mi said earlier that this matter was related to the May Moon Shop, she frowned and guessed, "Master Zhang and the others want to touch the tax from the Jiaofang Division...?"

"Movement must be moved, but now the emperor is not in the capital, so we can't do it with great fanfare, so let's make a small fuss first." Zheng Mi said softly, "Now the whole cabinet, except for Mr. The few ministers who don’t even bother me about any major incidents, write letters to my small yamen every day, and point to my side to set up a benchmark to express our determination to support the front line of the northern border——Those who don’t know this may think I am He is also a great person who is going to be in the picture."

"Hmm..." Bo Ling was thoughtful, "If you want to move the Jiaofang Secretary, you really have to wait for the emperor to come back."

"That's right, after all, the money for the Jiaofang Division is handed over to the palace." Zheng Mi said softly, "The cabinet can check it, but it's not easy to check it carefully, so we can only make a show of us first."

"Sounds like a good thing," Bo Ling was still a little confused, "...but what does this have to do with the May Crescent Walk?"

Zheng Mi leaned back slightly, frowned and said, "Xiao Siyao is so smart, even if you can see it, you can't figure out what's going on here?"

Bo Ling was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it must be the impact of the 10 taels of gold.

She stretched out her hand to support her forehead, shook her head and smiled, "... I was a little dazed just now. Then Mr. Zheng must have been busy for the past two months?"

"It's okay, it should be, it's much better to be busy with these things than other things, and the pressure on the top is tight, so it's easier for me—"

Before the words fell, a gong sounded from the stage below.

The new play, which has been intensively lined up for half a month, finally started.

Bo Ling walked up to the bamboo curtain, "By the way, I haven't asked about it all this time. Does Mr. Zheng know what this play is about?"

"Huh?" Zheng Mi snorted a little strangely, "You don't know?"

Bo Ling shook his head, "I don't know."

"This play is about the story of the emperor leading his own soldiers to destroy the Qingpao bandits in the outskirts of Jiangzhou!"

(End of this chapter)