imperial psychologist

Chapter 220 Little Novice

Bai Yi waited for a while, and when he saw a few Jin Yiwei almost coming out of the ruins, he took the time to leave the side door.

After a while, Han Chong and the others were talking to each other and returned to the courtyard again.At this moment, the monk who had been guarding outside the main entrance walked in quickly, whispered a few words with the three Jinyi guards, and then retreated.

Han Chong glanced at the main entrance, and said to the two people nearby, "Go outside and wait for me first."

Bai Ling frowned slightly, it seemed that Bai Yi took the initiative to ask to see him outside.Thinking of Bai Yi’s words of his own way just now, Bai Ling was puzzled—what would he do, and what could he talk to Han Chong about...

"My lord, tell the man outside—"

"No, you just go out and wait for me." Han Chong said, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, he stood there quietly, "Don't make up your own mind."

"Yes." The two were ordered, and quickly left the courtyard of the West Guest House.

The courtyard became quiet again, until only Han Chong and the two young monks who had been sobbing in the corner were left alone, then he suddenly turned sideways and walked straight towards the side door.

In the darkness, Bai Ling saw the other party's eyes cast on his position accurately, and Han Chong smiled at this moment—a kind of cold, disdainful smile.

Seeing this smiling face made Bo Ling's heart jump, and she realized that perhaps he had discovered her and Bai Yi's whereabouts from the very beginning.However, even though she knew in her heart that it was meaningless to hide any longer, she still stood motionless in the shadows.

Han Chong gradually approached.

Bai Ling couldn't let herself look away, because she vaguely saw a few shadows of Fourteen on this person.

In fact, Bo Ling has seen a certain temperament similar to Fourteen in many Jinyiwei, because they are like trained machines in the process of performing official duties, quiet and indifferent; but in Han Chong's body, this This kind of similarity is deeper - the movements of the two, the style of questioning...even the habit of holding the handle of the knife, all made her feel familiar.

Han Chong looked about the same age as Fourteen, tall, and dressed in black robes the same as when we met at the city gate that day.After he stepped into the porch, shadows covered his face.The darkness erased most of the details, leaving only a silhouette standing there.

At this moment, Bo Ling slowly stepped out from the recess in the wall. She bowed slightly and saluted naturally.

"Meet you again, Mr. Han."

Han Chong stood four or five steps away from Boling without saying a word.

Although Bo Ling didn't look up, he also felt a certain oppressive gaze hanging above his head.

After a long time, Han Chong finally spoke with a bit of joking, "...so brave, did you come alone?"

Bai Ling was amazed—could this man be able to tell that Shisi was not here today in such a short period of time?

Bai Ling smiled, and did not intend to answer this question directly, "Of course not, I am with you today—"

Before she could finish his words, Han Chong had already stepped forward and grabbed her neck.

Han Chong's movements were so fast that Bai Ling had no strength to fight back - obviously he had almost no strength in his five fingers, and just relied on the strength of his arms to directly press her against the stone wall behind him.

Wei Shishi did not appear.

"Sure enough." He immediately let go.

Everything is self-evident.

Han Chong was condescending, with a bit of ruthlessness and disdain, "Donglin Temple is not the place for you to come."

Bai Ling gently rubbed the place where Han Chong had just pinched him, and looked at the man in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Ugly words come first, Mr. Han." Bai Ling's voice suddenly turned cold, "I don't care about what happened just now, after all, you helped me at the East Gate some time ago, but if you dare to treat me like this again Do it..."

"Oh," Han Chong didn't expect Bo Ling to hold him accountable, so he couldn't help but glance at her, "How?"

"...I will not return your badge to you again."

As he spoke, Bai Ling suddenly threw something heavily at Han Chong's feet.

Han Chong looked down and frowned immediately.

What Bai Ling threw to the ground was his waist badge—a waist badge made by Beizhen Fusi as the identity certificate of Jin Yiwei.

The importance of this thing is second only to the book of impermanence they carry with them.On weekdays, Han Chong is tied around his waist, and he never takes it off easily.

Only then did Han Chong reach out his hand to his waist, and it was really empty there.

"when will you……"

"This time it's a waist card." Bai Ling stared at Han Chong intently, "Next time I will directly hand over a booklet, and put your words and deeds into the palace, and what the consequences will be, the adults will decide for themselves. "

Han Chong leaned over and picked up the badge on the ground, and gently wiped the dust off it.

"Interesting," he looked at Bo Ling blankly, "He taught you?"

"It's none of your business." Bo Ling replied in a low voice.

Han Chong didn't say anything more, he put the waist card back into the peto at his waist, and then walked out of the side door without looking sideways, and walked along the courtyard wall towards the main entrance.

After watching Han Chong leave, Bai Ling rested against the wall for a while, and then entered the courtyard of the West Guest House alone.

She first walked through the courtyard to the main entrance, and wanted to call Bai Yi back, but she saw him talking and laughing happily with Han Chong from a distance, and Han Chong's two subordinates followed him and Bai Yi from a distance. They didn't even have the opportunity to sit in on it.

Bai Ling glanced at it from a distance, then turned around and returned to the courtyard of the West Guest House. She sat next to the two little novice monks who were crying very sadly, listened to them cry for a while, and then handed out the handkerchief.

The two children are not very old, they look only eight or nine years old.Because of the catastrophe in the temple yesterday, all the chores they had to do today were stopped.But they were not in the mood to go back to their rooms to rest and stand by like other young monks.Because the two young monks who died on the stretcher were their senior brothers, one was Zhiyuan and the other was Zhizhen. They were the ones who fought the fire with Huishi last night, but unfortunately died.

Although Master Huishi is indeed well-known and widely loved, for these two young novice monks, the senior brother who gets along day and night and always takes care of them is the closest person.It is not easy for adults to accept this, let alone children.

Bo Ling nodded as he listened, "So Master Zhiyuan and Master Zhizhen work in the West Guest House on weekdays?"

"Yes." The little monk wiped away his tears and nodded.

"Have they been the only two working in the West Guest House? No shifts?"

"No." The little novice shook his head, "Xikeshe is no better than other places, there are not many people, and the nobles live here, and they take care of their own food, clothing, housing and transportation, so there is no need to prepare many people in the temple."

After listening to them talk about the past of Zhiyuan and Zhizhen, Bo Ling realized that these two transparent and gentle young monks were like two big umbrellas, shielding many people in the temple from the thunder and rain of the nobles.Bo Ling was also a little moved when he heard it, and folded his hands together, bowing slightly to the two deceased.

She has somewhat understood.

There are so many secrets in Xikeshe, so many that people feel dangerous, they can only be burned.

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