imperial psychologist

Chapter 573
As he spoke, Bo Ling took out a piece of silver from his waist and threw it into the man's arms.

The man held the silver and looked at the light, his complexion improved a little.

"Are you looking for Aunt Shen?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "Where is she?"

"It's been burned down a long time ago! This piece of house was newly built four years ago, and it's all burned down!" The man was a little annoyed, "It's such a crappy place, and the old woman is still setting up a stove in the house...it's really court death."

"It's gone?" Bo Ling was really surprised. "What month is it? Do you remember?"

"June." The man reluctantly thought about it.

After saying that, he slammed the door shut, and soon there was the sound of the bolt being inserted again.

Bo Ling waited at the door of the house for a while, and then walked slowly to the open space where no houses were built.

Looking back and forth in Berlin, there is almost no trace of scorching left here, and the houses on both sides can never be seen to be newly built four years ago. They are as old and dilapidated as other places, stained with various dark browns Or gray-black smudges.

Is it another big fire?

"Let's go back." Bo Ling said softly.

……

In the Lanzi Branch, Bo Ling changed his clothes in his own room—it was really hot at noon, and after returning from the outside, his body was almost completely wet with sweat.

The maids have already prepared new ice cups in the house, but it is almost a drop in the bucket.

After the new play ended, except for a few reruns during the day, Ai Songqing spent most of the time in the band, not coming back until dark.

Bo Ling sat in the house for a long time, and when he felt that the heat had dissipated, he got up and walked outside.

The maid quickly asked, "Where is the girl going?"

"Golden Pavilion." Bo Ling said softly, "I'll be back in a while, you go and help me prepare some hot water for bathing."

"OK, all right."

After only staying in the house for a while, as soon as he went out, the heat wave outside almost made Bai Ling feel the reality of the wind.

Walking up the winding plank road, Bo Ling has tried his best to avoid the shade, but after a little movement, he can't help sweating.

Along the way, there were many entrances guarded by people, and it was not easy to let them go, but Bai Ling had already obtained Lan Zhijun's permission to enter and leave the Golden Pavilion to look up the chess records, so the journey went smoothly.

The door of the Golden Pavilion was not closed at this time, Bo Ling slowed down, and called softly outside the door, "Is Lan Zhijun here?"

No one answered.

"Sister Fengqi?"

Still no answer.

Bo Ling stepped over the threshold and walked in alone.

Lan Zhijun doesn't know why here, she never puts ice cups, but it's still somewhat cooler inside the room than outside.

Feng Qi was not there, Lan Zhijun was the only one in the room lying on the bamboo chair holding a scroll, and seemed to be taking a lunch break.

Bo Ling took a closer look, and the sleeping Lan Zhijun's eyelashes were trembling slightly. He seemed to be dreaming, and his expression was a little uneasy.

At this time, Lan Zhijun looked less elusive than usual, more like an ordinary person.

Bo Ling just looked at him like this for a while, and then retreated to sit down at the round table not far away. After about a cup of tea, she felt a little bored again, got up and walked slowly along the bookshelves on the walls on both sides of the Golden Pavilion. look over.

In the past, when she came here, all she looked at were the chess records here.

Lan Zhijun's collection of books mainly focuses on two themes. In addition to chess records, there are also many illustrated books related to orchid grass.

There are many bluegrasses in Dazhou, there are mainly five types, and there are more than 2 kinds in detail. This is not counting the cultivation of new kinds of bluegrass every year, so Lan Zhijun’s hobby can really make him spend a lot of time time.

Bo Ling just swayed all the way, swaying, taking out the book from time to time to open it.

Until the position close to Lan Zhijun's desk, on the bookshelf in that area, there is a picture album with no words on the cover.

Bo Ling opened it curiously and looked at it.

On the title page of the book, it says, Give my son the book.

No date written.

Bai Ling hastily flipped through a few pages. The things contained in this book are more complicated than those other orchids.

From rockery and rocks to garden potted plants, there are some included in it, and the handwriting does not seem to be from woodblock printing, but more like human handwriting.

The content of the book is about some materials that can be used when arranging the garden.

Bo Ling was not interested in these things, she casually flipped through the illustrations in the book, then gently closed the book, intending to put it back in its original place.

But at this moment, she seemed to see something again from the corner of her eye.

She brought the book back to her eyes again, this time she directly flipped the back cover of the book.

Sure enough, there was a line of small characters there, which was slightly different from the handwriting in the whole book——

"My life is like snow, it is always light in the sky and on the earth."

The moment his eyes glanced over the line, Bo Ling's heart slowed down a little.

Even if this sentence is applied to her and Bai Yi, it is not wrong at all.

At this moment, the sound of the bamboo chair shaking came from behind, and Bai Ling turned around, and saw Lan Zhijun sitting up while leaning on the armrest of the rocking chair.

"Lan Zhijun is awake," Bo Ling tiptoed and put the book back on the shelf, "...Did I disturb you?"

Lan Zhijun's expression seemed a little confused, he raised his eyes and glanced at Bai Ling, "When did you come?"

"It's been a while." Bai Ling said softly, "Don't Lan Zhijun wonder why I appeared in the Golden Pavilion? Ordinarily, I should be swimming in the lake now."

Lan Zhijun snorted with a smile, "Didn't you guess that I sent someone to watch you?"

"How did I guess that?"

"If you didn't guess it, why didn't you say anything when you met Hui Hong?"

Lan Zhijun stood up, lightly punched his arm a few times, glanced at the sun outside, and murmured to himself, "...it seems like I slept too long today."

"Lan Zhijun was dreaming when I came here." Bai Ling said softly, "A nightmare?"

He shook his head without answering.

Lan Zhijun got up to make tea for himself, turned his back to Bo Ling, and said softly, "You are right not to say anything, don't get involved in those things of Chen Xin."

"It seems that Lan Zhijun already knew the purpose of His Royal Highness's coming to Beijing this time."

Lan Zhijun still didn't answer.

The water fell into the cup, causing a slight sound.

"After I came back, I went to see Aunt Shen." Bai Ling said again.

Lan Zhijun's eyes moved slightly - presumably on the return journey, Anshao had already returned to the Golden Pavilion, so he didn't pay attention to this level.

Bai Ling looked at him, and then said, "Her house has been burned...I'm really curious, is she still alive today?"

Lan Zhijun lowered her head to drink tea, and it took a long time before she calmly said, "What does her life have to do with you?"

"No? It was she who raised Lin Jieyu, and then she was selected by Mr. Hengyuan and sent to the palace." Bo Ling said in a low voice, "As soon as the chess pieces are discarded, they will kill the killer immediately... It's very similar. Mr. Hengyuan's method.

"I've always been curious, Lan Zhijun, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Hengyuan in Qinyuan?"

(End of this chapter)