imperial psychologist

Chapter 135 In the Mirror
Bo Ling looked at the boy in front of him for a long time.

The young man felt a little uncomfortable with Bai Ling's ambiguous gaze, and reached out to touch the back of his neck, "Why, don't you believe me?"

Bai Ling laughed, she shook her head, lowered her head and thought for a while, "I haven't asked your name yet, what do you call your son?"

"Me." The young man pondered for a moment, then quickly replied, "My name is Cheng Cong. He Chengcheng, Wang Zongcong."

Only then did Bai Ling lean back, and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, for reminding me. I will pay attention when the time comes."

The prince looked at the back of Bai Ling's departure, and was a little absent-minded for a while.

I don't know why, but the last look that Bo Ling looked at made him feel a little strange—the eyes seemed to look directly into the bottom of his heart through his own eyes, bringing a slight anxiety that a secret was penetrated.

……

The day passed quickly again.

Near midnight, Bai Ling sent people to boil hot water again. While waiting, she sat alone on the bed in the east side hall and polished her nails, secretly going through the scenes that happened today.

The outside window suddenly rang a few times.

Bai Ling came back to his senses, put down the file, stepped on his shoes and walked towards the east window.

Bo Ling propped up the window, and sure enough, he saw Fourteen hanging upside down from the eaves like a bat. When the window opened, he jumped down and stood firmly in front of the window.

"You're here." Bo Ling said softly.

"Well, three things." Wei Shishi took out two books from his chest, "I found two books of the kind you mentioned last time. But these two books have a volume of nearly a million words. I took the first volume of each today, you can see which one you want to read first."

Bo Ling took it with both hands, "Thank you."

"Besides, I have also checked Lin Jieyu's side these few days," Wei Shishi spoke quickly, "but basically there is no special information."

"Is there no flaw?"

"There is something to say." Wei Shishi whispered, "The biggest flaw is that there are almost no flaws left. She should have deliberately erased some information, such as the people who had close contact with her, right? If you go far away, there is no trace, so you can't find anything."

"...That's interesting." Bai Ling lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "What about the third one?"

Wei Shishi frowned slightly and was silent for a moment.

"Bo Yi was arrested, and now he has been sent to hell."

He looked at Bai Ling's expression, slightly worried about her reaction when she heard the news.

Bai Ling's face was obviously stiff for a while, but she immediately lowered her head, the hair on her forehead drooped down to cover her eyes, "When did you catch him, do you know about Fourteen?"

"About an hour ago, the Beizhen Fusi Bureau personally issued a secret order."

"What about my dad? Where is he?"

"He is under house arrest in the Tai Hospital." Wei Shisi said softly, "There is an old hospital envoy over there to take care of him temporarily, so there shouldn't be any problem."

Bo Ling's ten fingers grasping the window sill suddenly exerted force, "...faster than I imagined, they really jumped."

"I haven't had time to find out the origin of Jiang San's side, but based on my previous understanding, he may—"

"There's no need to talk about Fourteen." Bai Ling said softly, she raised her head and looked at Wei Fourteen, "Jiang San's matter is not important anymore, no matter who these people are, most of them are here for me."

"...Hmm." Wei Shisi responded softly, he really thought so.

To Bo Ling, or to the noble concubine behind Bo Ling, or even the Qu family, or Song Ge and the entire Song party.

"Do you need me to do anything else?" Wei Shishi asked.

Bo Ling shook his head, "It's really hard for you these few days."

"It's just a matter of duty."

"That's also very hard." Bai Ling smiled wryly, she sighed, and patted her face lightly, "The more this is the case, the more we must guard against arrogance and impetuosity. The next thing we have to do is actually Only one..."

Wei Shishi turned his gaze to Bo Ling seriously.

Bo Ling took a deep breath, "...wait."

Only when they burn the fire into the palace, when they point the finger at more people, and when they show up one by one, can they know what to do next.

"By the way," Bo Ling seemed to think of something, "Did Concubine Ning know about this news?"

"I'm not sure, but I should know. After all, Zhang Fuhai met someone from the Zhen prison a few days ago." Wei Shisi frowned slightly, "You want to find Concubine Ning?"

"No, I don't want to." Bo Ling said softly, "Especially these few days, it's best not to see her... But there is one person, I may need to visit in a couple of days."

"Who?"

"Huang Chongde, Eunuch Huang." Bo Ling said in a low voice.

Wei Shisi thought about it in silence. Although he still didn't understand what Bo Ling was going to do, a slight smile still appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It is also very strange for Bo Ling to pursue it seriously.

Sometimes—no, maybe most of the time, she seems to be doing nothing, even with some seeming depression.

Nothing around seemed to interest her, and she never had a hard time doing the hard but right things for herself.

But at certain times, her jumping thinking and lightning-like action are amazing.

At this moment, the two heard slight footsteps outside the door and a knock on the door at the same time.

Wei Shishi quickly merged into the night again, and Bai Ling also closed the window and called out in a low voice, "Come in."

……

That night, Bo Ling slept soundly.

Every night when she has something on her mind, she seems to return to that small auditorium in her dreams, but not tonight.

The auditorium in the dream tonight is another one.

It was a long time ago that her teacher specially applied for the university auditorium in order to help her overcome her fear of public speaking.

The construction time of that auditorium is almost the same as the construction time of the university. Because the occupied area is too small, the lines are seriously aging and have not been renovated, so there are almost no large-scale activities that are usually applied there.

Occasionally, some young people from the literary club will come here to hold a poetry reading with candles at night-they usually don't go to the social association to apply for a special venue, and they are very happy with the situation.

So when Bo Ling followed the teacher and her few friends to push open the door of the auditorium, through the long creaking sound of the heavy wooden door, she heard the chorus-like low voice from behind——

"Just remember the things you regret in your life
The plum blossoms fell."

Bo Ling saw more than a dozen of his peers, holding various candles in their hands, sitting together, bowing their heads and reciting poems.

"Like watching her swim to the other side of the river

Like climbing a pine ladder"

Bo Ling turned back timidly to look at his teacher. The teacher smiled very kindly and encouraged her to move on with gentle and firm eyes.

Go forward and stand on the podium again.

The low chants of the students came again——

"Dangerous things are beautiful

It's better to see her come back on horseback."

In the dream, Bo Ling walked forward, and every time he took a step, the surrounding scenery changed a little bit, and there were more people around him.

It seemed as if time was reversing as she moved forward, and was rapidly returning to the moment that made her nightmare.

Only the voices of those students, as cold and clear as snow-capped mountains and clear springs, have been echoing in the sky above the auditorium.

"Look out the window and just think of the things you regret in your life
Plum blossoms fell all over Nanshan. "

……

"Berling! It's dawn, get up, it's time!"

Bao Yuan's voice came suddenly, like a long pole stirring the cold pool, all the phantoms distorted and faded in an instant.

Bo Ling squinted her eyes with some difficulty, the bright sunlight in the room made her unable to open her eyes.

"Didn't you usually get up at Mao's hour? Why did you sleep so hard today..." Bao Yuan walked forward involuntarily as she spoke, and lifted Bo Ling's quilt to help her get up.

"Put on your clothes quickly, people from Chuxiu Palace are here," Baoyuan said with obvious displeasure, "I'm looking for you."

　This poem is "In the Mirror" by Zhang Zao.Although I feel that choosing such a chapter name may be skipped by many readers, but I really can’t think of a better name Liao_(:з」∠)_
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