imperial psychologist

Chapter 200 Scattered Information

Lin Jieyu couldn't help but look at Bai Ling more in this gentle and concerned voice.

Through the gauze curtain, Lin Jieyu couldn't see Bai Ling's expression clearly, but from the voice just now, she could more or less guess that Bai Ling was probably wearing some kind of smile now.

Lin Jieyu waved lightly, and Jin Zhi stepped forward to close the door.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Lin Jieyu straightened her waist slowly, with a warm drawl in her voice, "Before, I asked for Bosi medicine three times, but I didn't ask for it three times. What kind of wind is blowing today? What about my Chuxiu Palace?"

"There wasn't any wind blowing. The imperial concubine asked me to come, so I came." Bai Ling's voice was still the same as before, "I heard that Lin Jieyu didn't sleep for several days because of the Yinfeng Garden. OK, is it?"

"That's right." Lin Jieyu chuckled, "After all, it's a human life, and it's gone right in front of our eyes. Who doesn't feel sad?"

Bo Ling raised his head, and the smile on his face froze for a moment, but then he lowered his eyes and smiled again, "Your Majesty, be merciful."

……

The tragedy in Yinfeng Garden only skimmed through at the beginning of the conversation between the two, and then Bo Ling took Lin Jieyu's daily life notes in a serious manner, just like he did for the imperial concubine.

While waiting for the living note to arrive, she inquired about many details of Lin Jieyu's recent life, and what Lin Jieyu said was false and true, which was almost completely different from the living note sent later.

But Bo Ling didn't seem to notice this, or he didn't mention it when he noticed.

After carefully reviewing the living records for nearly a month, Bo Ling pointed out about a dozen of Lin Jieyu's living habits that affected sleep, and then gave very practical suggestions for improvement.

This conversation was beyond the expectations of both parties.

When Lin Jieyu looked suspiciously at Bai Ling, who was almost just being a doctor the whole time, Bai Ling was also secretly surprised that Lin Jieyu was really just playing a patient—both sides agreed. Doesn't show any, extra emotions and behaviors.

It was as if this was really an ordinary visit.

When Bai Ling stepped out of the threshold again, Jin Zhi came out sullenly to see her off.

Although she needs to maintain basic courtesy to Bo Ling in front of her master, all three of them know that the other is pretending.Jin Zhi clearly remembered Bai Ling's blood-stained appearance in Yinfeng Garden—and she had already told Lin Jieyu about it.

Jin Zhi couldn't figure out why her master had to be so kind to Bo Ling, but she at least knew one thing - the girl who died in Jiaolong's mouth was brought into the garden by the Bo brothers and sisters that night.If Bo Ling hadn't been cold-hearted and cold-blooded, then he must have other motives for visiting the door like today.In short, it shouldn't be as polite, gentle, courteous and frugal as today.

Even Jin Zhi himself can think of this level, can't Lin Jieyu?

Passing the rose garden again, Bo Ling stopped again, "By the way, there is one more thing I didn't ask just now. I wonder if I can ask you, Jin Zhi."

Jin Zhi looked at Bo Ling, all he was thinking about was the scorching eyes of Bo Ling a few nights ago, and his tone was not so friendly, "What are you asking?"

"Are there a lot of mice in Chuxiu Palace?" Bo Ling asked softly.

Jin Zhi immediately frowned, "What are you talking about, where are the mice?"

"I see that there are mousetraps in the flower garden," Bai Ling calmly pointed to the flowers, and then looked around, "there are also mousetraps in the corner over there. Eight..."

"It's used to prevent cats," Jin Zhi said coldly, squinting at Bo Ling, "Didn't your mother tell you just now? Night cats can't stop barking for spring, and it's easy to hurt the gardener. flowers."

"I see." Bo Ling nodded, "Thank you for your enlightenment."

After sending Bo Ling out of the palace gate, Jin Zhi quickly turned back, and when she opened the door and entered the room, Lin Jieyu was no longer lying on the couch.She was sitting in front of the table, leaning against the table like a child tired of studying, holding a pen in a weird posture with her left hand, and lowered her head to write something.

"My maidservant has already sent away the Si Yao." Jin Zhi said softly, "Your Majesty, why did you start writing by yourself? This maidservant is here to grind ink for you..."

"You go out too." Lin Jieyu said with a smile, she didn't look up, the pen in her hand kept falling on the paper.

……

This morning, Bo Ling returned soon after leaving Chengqian Palace for more than an hour.

The three people who had been writing and writing in the yard were a little surprised, but Bo Ling ignored them, and after returning, he hurried into the East Side Hall alone, and then closed the door.

"Qinglian, you go and have a look?" Rouge slightly raised her chin, and signaled Qinglian to go to the Dongpian Hall to see the situation, "Don't worry about anything."

Qinglian was about to raise her foot, but she backed off, "Bo Siyao didn't call me again, what am I doing in the past, don't worry about anything else, just do your own thing!"

In the room, Bo Ling took out the booklet of his previous consultation records and sat alone at the table.

Even when she was studying ink, she was constantly sorting out what she had just seen in her mind.Some of them were said by Lin Jieyu herself during the chat, half-truths and half-false are not enough to be believed, and some of them were seen when flipping through daily notes.

For example, Lin Jieyu had to turn on the lights in her room every night, otherwise she would not be able to fall asleep-this is very interesting, and this phenomenon rarely occurs in adults.The only thing that needs to be turned on to fall asleep is fear, fear of potential danger in the dark, or fear of memories;
For another example, Lin Jieyu has the habit of smoking dry tobacco, and her silver thin pipe is placed on the low cabinet next to the bed.

If it hadn't been noted in the daily notes, Bo Ling might not have noticed that the woman's fingertips were actually slightly yellowed. In fact, when she entered Chuxiu Palace, Jin Zhi was preparing to dye Lin Jieyu's nails —the henna, mortar, ribbon, and string were on the table;
This woman has an extraordinary love for roses, and she opened two flower gardens in her palace yard to plant them alone;
She collected quite a number of snuff bottles, some of which were on display racks, and many more which seemed to be disliked were smashed or put away;

And, in the middle and late every month, she would go to Donglin Temple to offer incense.

……

Berlin, as always, recorded these messages in English in detail.One detail clings to another, and each one is like scattered sparks, although there is no connection between them yet.

After the recording was completed, Bo Ling leaned back on the chair behind her, propping her forehead with her hands, looking thoughtfully at what she had written.

Then there is only one problem left.

(End of this chapter)