imperial psychologist

Chapter 322

She sat alone on the steps for a while, with the crowds in front of her.Many memories were intertwined and whirled in Bai Ling's mind. She thought of many small things after arriving here, thought of her family, and seemed to see some kind of frightening future.

Irving Yalom's four established facts, which are closely related to psychotherapy, once again broke into Berlin's mind.

It wasn't until the sound of gold being hammered in the blacksmith's shop was heard in the distance that Bai Ling came back to her senses. She gently patted the dust behind her, put the basket on her shoulders and stood up, her expression gradually calming down.

When passing the blacksmith's shop, Bai Ling looked sideways, and suddenly saw many daggers hanging on the walls of their shop, some inlaid with precious stones, some with intricate carvings, she stopped involuntarily, and stepped into the I left this steamy shop.

When she came out again, a simple dagger was already in her basket.

Pingjing has very strict controls on knives—but they are limited to weapons with a blade length of more than one foot. Civilians are not allowed to hide such weapons privately, and it is not ordinary people who can travel with swords.

Bo Ling remembered that there were one or two short knives like this at home. She couldn't explain why she suddenly wanted to buy a dagger, but if Bai Yi asked, she could say that it was for cutting ham, or... simply Just look like it.

She could feel the heavy weight of adding a dagger to the basket, and this weight made her feel at ease.

When he was about to walk out of this street, a middle-aged man in a long gown came up, politely blocked Bo Ling's way, and bowed to say hello.

Bo Ling saw this man's face, took two steps back, and was about to go around and continue walking, the man said softly, "My old lady is over there, I want to invite Bo Siyao to drink tea and talk .”

The man pointed to the restaurant not far away.

"Old lady..." Bo Ling looked at him with some concern, "Old lady Qu?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, "If Bai Siyao is free right now—"

"No time," Bo Ling looked at the vegetable basket, "The fish will not be fresh after being out for a long time, so I'm rushing home."

Seeing that Bai Ling was talking and was about to leave again, the man couldn't stand in front of him anymore, so he had to chase after him, reaching out to try to grab Bai Ling's vegetable basket, "There is a water tank in the restaurant, I will take care of Bai Siyao's fish Now, the old lady just wants to say a few words to you, and she will let you go after finishing speaking, the fish will definitely still be alive and kicking—”

Bai Ling stopped, looked at the middle-aged housekeeper, "What do you mean by 'let me go'?"

Only then did the steward realize the offensive meaning in his words, and he slapped himself quickly. He looked embarrassed, and lowered his voice, "Bo Siyao, something really happened in the palace these two days, I don't see you, my family The old lady really couldn't let go... She couldn't eat well or sleep well these days, and she searched for the doctor for several rounds, and the news from the palace was also cut off. Besides the medicine, she really didn't know who else to turn to. In addition, the Song Mansion has been posting more and more posts these two days, we..."

Bo Ling looked at the tall building of the restaurant not far away.

She did indeed plan to meet Mrs. Qu after Jin Yiwei's eyeliner withdrew... Although the Qu family's attitude was still as arrogant as ever, it really didn't change at all.

Bo Ling thought for a while, then interrupted the complaining of the butler in front of him, "...Let's lead the way."

……

Mrs. Qu sat in the private seat of the tea room on the fourth floor, overlooking the window here, and basically could see the whole street.

She had seen the confrontation between her housekeeper and Bo Ling on the street - but the housekeeper seemed to be convincing her all the time, and from time to time bowed down to make up for a few smiles, which made Mrs. Qu very annoyed.

Seeing Bo Ling walking towards this side, she clenched the wooden stick in her hand, walked quickly and sat back in her seat.

The sound of brisk footsteps came from the nearby stairs. Mrs. Qu stared at the stairs until the footsteps had reached the corner of the third and a half floors, then she looked away and looked at the cup in front of her with a calm expression on her face. The wind is light.

"See you again, old lady." Bo Ling stood alone at the entrance of the stairs, empty-handed - the butler was waiting downstairs with her vegetable basket.

Bo Ling looked at the quiet fourth floor—Mrs. Qu should have booked the entire fourth floor for this meeting. Who made her reject the invitation to be a guest at Qu's Mansion?

"Sit down." Mrs. Qu gently tapped the table with her fingers, signaling Bo Ling to sit across from her.

Bai Ling glanced at the slightly low wooden chair and smiled, "I won't sit on it, old lady, anyway, you didn't really invite me to drink tea..."

As she spoke, she took a few steps closer, "If you have anything to say, I'll stand up and say it."

Bo Ling stood in front of the table, propped his hands on the table, and stared straight at the old lady in front of him.

This inexplicable pressure made Mrs. Qu feel uncomfortable for a moment, her jaw trembled slightly, her left hand clenched into a fist, and landed heavily on the table.

"How dare you instigate Zheng Shu to touch Rouge at this moment!"

"Didn't the old lady want to do the same before? No matter what method is used, the rouge must be removed before the empress welcomes the little prince back. There is no doubt about it." The person's anger was shocking, "Furthermore, I did not bring her parents over from Linxia. There is a distance of two thousand miles from Zhuozhou to Pingjing. The Qu family spent a lot of money to resettle the Yan family and his wife to the capital early. I am afraid it is not the same. In order to reunite the family as soon as possible."

Mrs. Qu's voice suddenly rose, "...so you let Zheng Shu arrange for them to meet at this time, and then expose Yan Zhi's fake identity on the spot!? Do you know how to expose this matter to the emperor at this critical point? , what consequences will it cause!"

Bai Ling looked indifferent, "What are the consequences?"

"Don't pretend to be confused there! You clearly know the attitude of the Holy Majesty towards Lin. Even if he is imprisoned in Dali Temple now, so what? The Emperor puts the case there and delays it. What does this mean? Three-year-old child It can also be seen that if you make Zheng Shu make such a fuss at this time, it will only make people feel that Chengqian Palace is making trouble! When Lin is released from prison in the future—"

Burling smiled softly.

This sudden laughter with a bit of disdain directly interrupted Mrs. Qu's fury.

Bo Ling reached out and gently flicked the lid of the teapot in front of the table, looking neither worried nor caring about what Mrs. Qu said.

Mrs. Qu choked there for a moment, and the momentary shock quickly turned into greater anger.

"Burling—!"

"The old lady doesn't have to think about how to deal with Rouge secretly." Bai Ling also raised her voice a little bit, looked at the old lady with rounded eyes, and said with a smile, "It's very easy to attack directly like now." Good. Not only solved the trouble, but also shocked the mountain. As for Lin's...

"She can't get out."

Mrs. Qu was startled.

Can't she get out?
Who can't get out?
This ignorant girl...does she know what she's talking about! ?
　Thank you Tsing Yi Ah D, light ink dancing in the world of mortals, humming monsters never give in, somersault cloud ah's monthly ticket~
　　Thank you Duanxing for your reward~
　　
　
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