imperial psychologist

Chapter 253 Red Rose

Wei Shisi frowned slightly—has it been so many times?
...but he really couldn't figure out why Berlin did this.

"And why does it have to be called a confrontation?" Bo Ling thought for a while, "It's fine to just say 'talk'."

Wei Shishi looked at Boling.

You're going to expose Aunt Shen's identity on the spot, and you're still doing it on the other side's territory. This kind of conversation can't be called a conversation at all.

But now that Bo Ling has made his decision, he doesn't plan to say anything more.

Bo Ling said softly, "I still have a feeling."

"Ok?"

"...the old lady may have been waiting for me."

A few people continued to walk into the flower alley along the last route. With previous experience, this time Boling prepared an extra fisherman's straw hat and walked in directly wearing it. Sure enough, there were no more upstairs people along the way. The favor of the girl.

When approaching the destination, Bo Ling suddenly looked at Fourteen, "For a while, Fourteen doesn't need to go into the house with me, just watch in the dark."

"You want to go in alone?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "If you're here, it's a threat to her. If I go alone, it's easier for people to let go of their guard."

Wei Shishi was unwilling to do this, because in such a narrow territory, his protection of Berlin would also become difficult.

For the last time, Wei Shishi asked, "We already know her identity, is there any need for such a risk?"

"Yes." Bo Ling said softly, "I want to know who is behind her..."

After so many days, even though she has fully understood her identity, she still knows nothing about the person behind her. This makes Bo Ling vaguely guess that she is just picking up the puzzle pieces that others deliberately left behind.

"Don't worry, Master Fourteen, I'll accompany Bai Siyao!" A Li volunteered.

Wei Shisi lightly touched the Hidden Blades on both wrists - he had already made all the preparations before coming.

"Okay." He replied softly.

The dirty alleys of Hua Nong still exuded the same rotten smell as before. Bai Ling and A Li walked to Aunt Shen's house and knocked on the door lightly.

"Aunt Shen!" A Li slammed on the door loudly, "It's me! A Li! We're here!"

An old voice belonging to the old man sounded hoarsely, "Please come in..."

Ah Li walked in front, pushed open the door, walked in like last time, and sat next to the coffee table in the middle of the room. Bo Ling also sat down beside Ah Li, and Mrs. Shen sat opposite the two of them, with her face on her face. With a gentle smile.

There was already an unattractive small wooden box on the coffee table. A Li reached out to open it, but was scratched by the wood in Mrs. Shen's hand.

Ah Li's hands hurt, and he quickly retracted his hands.

"Aunt Shen, what are you doing, isn't there a rose snuff bottle in this box?"

"Yes." Mrs. Shen replied slowly.

"Then don't let me touch it?"

Mrs. Shen looked at Bai Ling with a smile, "The girl said earlier that she wanted to order twelve types of red rose snuff bottles. I have been in a hurry these few days and made a rough one first, so that the girl can see the style first. dislike……"

Bai Ling smiled, "Aunt Shen has seen that I am a girl."

"...Ah." Mrs. Shen paused for a moment before realizing that she just said "girl" and not "son", but she shook her head immediately, "Hey...what is this place, it's better to pretend to be a man Come in, I understand."

Bo Ling asked earnestly, "Is there something I don't look like?"

"I don't know if it looks like it. I'm already in my seventies and eighties. I can't see anything clearly unless it's right in front of my eyes." Mrs. Shen also smiled, her voice slow as if she was biting out words one by one, "You As soon as I entered the room, I looked at the figure and felt like a girl."

"Aunt Shen Huiyan," Bo Ling's gaze also looked at the small wooden box on the coffee table, "Then let's take a look at this snuff bottle?"

Mrs. Shen nodded, and slowly placed her two withered hands on both sides of the wooden box, "...Then, please, Ah Li, let's go out first."

"what?"

"Appreciating pots is about the state of mind." The smile on Mrs. Shen's face gradually faded, replaced by some kind of stubbornness and enthusiasm that belonged to the craftsman, "One person, two people, a group of people, what you see, what you feel in your heart It feels different..."

"Can--"

"A Li," Bo Ling interrupted A Li, A Li wanted to say something more, but when he looked up, he saw Bo Ling's smiling eyes, "Go out, I'll call you after a while, Aunt Shen She's an expert in snuff bottles, and she's right."

"...Then I will stand outside and call me if there is anything to do."

"Ah."

Only Mrs. Shen and Bo Ling were left in the room. The light of the candle flickered between them, making their faces seem to be flickering.

"...the medicine department is very courageous." The old man said suddenly.

Bai Ling laughed, "Aunt Shen is more courageous."

"Oh?"

Bo Ling looked at the old man in front of him, "When did you know my identity?"

The old man smiled, "There's no need to say that you... I can't afford it. Why don't we look at the pot first?"

"……it is good."

The old man slowly opened the wooden box with ten fingers, and there was a transparent glass bottle about three fingers wide inside. She slowly pushed the wooden box in front of Bai Ling, and then handed her a magnifying glass wrapped in copper wire.

Bo Ling held the translucent and moist glass bottle in her hand, and through the magnifying glass, she could see every detail inside the pot.

The old man's drawing is very powerful.

The red roses in her brush are reminiscent of clusters of flames. This kind of vigorous brushstrokes is extremely rare in this world that advocates restraint and tolerance. The painters here paint landscapes, flowers and birds, ladies, refined scholars... All of them reveal a kind of elegance and restraint, even if the roses are painted, they are mostly white roses.

It is probably because the red rose is too coquettish, which is not liked by literati.

But Bo Ling really liked the green leaves and red flowers painted by the old man, and therefore, she didn't believe that the old man who could draw such works would be a bastard who couldn't communicate.

"Are you satisfied with the medicine?" the old man looked at Bai Ling who had been silent for a long time, and asked softly.

"Satisfied." Bo Ling replied, "I like the way Aunt Shen looks at the flowers. Every flower blooms happily, without artificiality or coyness."

The old man was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then smiled with a complicated expression.

Bai Ling raised his eyes and looked at the old man, "I also saw a rose garden in the palace, and the flowers bloomed very well there, but it's a pity that the person who raised the flowers was a poisonous woman. Aunt Shen should know what I'm talking about. who."

"...Is that why Si Yao came to see me today?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "But Aunt Shen, don't worry about me coming to talk to you, because who are you, who is your master, and why did you come to this place... I have already checked everything clearly .”

The old man's expression was slightly stiff, she gritted her teeth lightly, "...then why are you here?"

"I just don't understand." Bai Ling said softly, "Master Shen is high-spirited, and Mrs. Shen is gentle and tenacious. They entrusted their only little daughter to you. Why did she grow into a demon on earth with you?"

(End of this chapter)