imperial psychologist

Chapter 729 Exchange
Lan Zhijun did not answer.

In Bai Ling's dark eyes, Lan Zhijun did see himself, but this was not the kind of seeing he expected.

From Pingjing, to Yuezhou, and then all the way to the north... how difficult this road is, probably only Bo Ling, who has also walked through it, understands.

"The encirclement and suppression by the imperial court is indeed...very powerful." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Or, that person's advice is very powerful."

"Mr. Hengyuan?"

"...Except for him, who else can uproot Jian'ange like this."

"I thought Ange had been uprooted long ago..." Bai Ling murmured, Lan Zhijun chuckled, and Bai Ling raised his eyes, "Isn't it true that the emperor cleaned it in the first year of Ming Dynasty?" Once."

"If it is really cleaned up and uprooted, will Lan Zihao survive until you are demoted to Baihuaya?"

Bai Ling tilted his head slightly.

……Too.

"In fact, thinking about it this way, he got his wish." Lan Zhijun looked at the endgame on the chessboard, "Whether it's the emperor or the court, no one cares who is the real royal blood, the real body and the puppet. It's only in the midst of everyone's thoughts...Let's have another round."

The candle was dimly lit, but Bo Ling's hands were still on his knees.

"If I want to take your life now," Bai Ling lowered his eyes slightly, "is there anyone... who can stand in front of you?"

"I advise you not to." Lan Zhijun's voice was as usual, "You are fine, I can still save your life, if you want to die, there is really nothing I can do."

Bo Ling smiled, and took back the few black pieces left on the board.

"Today, there is a rumor going on outside, Lan Zhijun...you should already know about it."

"what?"

"Because of capturing the double look, Aguili received a great reward from the capital."

"I've heard it."

"I came here to ask you a few things before, but you said there was nothing you could do." Bai Ling said softly, "Now, as a great hero, can Lan Zhijun speak up?"

"Oh... are you talking about preferential treatment for slaves of Zhou people?"

"Ah."

"Coincidentally... Aguili was still asking me what I want this morning," Lan Zhijun laughed a few times, "It's okay to mention this now, but what do you want in exchange?"

"Use this moment."

With that said, Bai Ling grabbed a fist and stretched out his hand in front of Lan Zhijun, "Single or double?"

Lan Zhijun was slightly stunned, looking at Bai Ling's clenched fists, he wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Use this moment?

His gaze slowly moved from Burling's hand to those eyes, which were staring at him.

The light from the candlelight reflected in her eyes, just like the eloquent and rebellious girl she used to be in Lanzihao.

It's just that after many years, the erosion of wind and frost has made her texture harder, as if the snow in the south has arrived in the north and is condensed into ice.

Lan Zhijun felt a little ominous in these eyes, but he really saw a certain kind of vitality that he missed the most—perhaps what Bo Ling said was right, his pleasure was indeed to stand on the shore Look at Berlin's struggle in the water.

Who in this world can always stand on the shore without being attacked by waves?But perhaps it is precisely because of this that people are willing to stop when others are struggling, sometimes for courage, sometimes for resourcefulness, and sometimes for some kind of sympathetic pain... No one is exempt from this fate of struggle.

Lan Zhijun sighed softly, "Shan."

Bo Ling opened his five fingers, and the chess pieces lightly landed on the board, there were four pieces in total.

"Then, this time I'm still in charge." Bo Ling said softly.

Both of them lowered their eyes, Lan Zhijun reached out and took out a few white stones from the chess basket beside him, and held them in his hand to play with.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Bai Ling's rapt attention, and suddenly understood why both the little emperor and Mr. Hengyuan wanted to keep her by his side. It was not just about beauty or wit. There are too many smart people...

However, Berlin is different. It is better to say that she is clumsy than smart. There are too many things in her that make her incompatible with this place. Now, instead of being cut off, these edges and corners have been gradually polished into her style.

Thinking of this, Lan Zhijun suddenly remembered the wild sparrow he kept in a cage when he was young. After entering the cage, the little bird refused to eat until it starved to death.

At that time, he was very strange. He couldn't figure out whether it was an instinct or the bird's own choice.

In order to test this, he caught more wild finches when he was young, but each one was like this.The master bird breeder said that the wild sparrows he caught were wrong. This kind of bird was too stupid and too easily frightened, and often died of fright and hunger before people began to grind their temper.

However, this did not arouse Lan Zhijun's sympathy, but made his curiosity even stronger. He continued to hunt birds, feed them, and clean up the dead bodies tirelessly, until he lost interest in raising birds.

When he was a teenager, he thought of this incident by chance one afternoon, and he was suddenly filled with emotion—because after he became sensible, he felt more deeply every day than the day before that he was born to live in the golden silk A bird in a cage, but this golden cage is the place that really protects him and grows up safely.

Around him, no one can understand this contradiction... and the only one who might understand, Mr. Heng Yuan, is both an enemy and a friend.

Seeing Berlin now, this similar curiosity was aroused again.

Berlin's stubbornness is hidden under her gentleness. This kind of stubbornness is like those birds that refuse to eat after being locked in a cage. It is something written in her instinct.However, compared to the birds, her wisdom has allowed her to temporarily bow her head and endure, so that she has come to today step by step... Such stubbornness is really curious.

Not only curious about the source of this courage, but also curious about how this belief can be broken.

Even if it is broken, it still has a different kind of beauty.

"We are very similar." Lan Zhijun said softly.

Berlin smiled.

Although she didn't know why Lan Zhijun said such words suddenly, Bai Ling didn't bother to defend herself—no matter what he projected on her at this moment, she accepted it all.

……

Early the next morning, new thick blankets and new clothes were sent to the camp of more than [-] Zhou people. The supplies included even a little medicine. This change caught everyone by surprise.

However, those Zhou people who were assigned here to do the work of jurisdiction were not transferred away, on the contrary, the work on them became heavier.

With the new order, beatings and scolding are still allowed, but if someone dies because of this, they, the rulers, will also be responsible—but the conscience of heaven and earth!Even if they don't do it, more than 400 men, women and children may not be able to survive this winter safely!

However, the Jinren have no reason to say, and it was common for orders to change as they said.

Most Zhou people don't know the reason, but the whips they receive during the day are indeed much less, and so are the dirty things at night.

In the day after day of moving north, the end of the new year is getting closer.

(End of this chapter)