imperial psychologist

Chapter 490
Bo Ling silently listened to the girl's prayer, and couldn't help but think of Bai Shijun and Bai Yi who don't know where they are now, and suddenly felt a little sad.

"... will be safe." Bai Ling said suddenly, her voice was very low, "I will be safe."

The girl on the side was startled, and immediately looked towards Bo Ling.

Burling smiled at her.

"...Thank you." The girl lowered her head, a little panicked and sad, she stood up quickly, went to another corner of the room, and fell into silence without a sound.

……

For the next few days, all was well.

All the girls were locked up in the tower, and someone came up regularly to deliver meals, fill the chamber pot, and even take them downstairs at midnight to bathe in the nearby soup pool, which was empty of customers.

The late-night bath soup is usually the last water of the day, and the water quality is turbid, but bathing with water is already very satisfying.

The girls felt as if they had simply been detained in another place, and none of the things they were worried about had happened. Although everyone felt strange, the atmosphere gradually calmed down.

At night, Bo Ling went upstairs with the crowd. Now she basically sleeps in the northwest corner of the room. She simply takes a few sacks and puts them on the floor, and then covers them with a thin blanket distributed here.

Although it was a bit cold at night, it was still bearable.

Today, a candle was lit in the room. Although it was dim, I could barely see everything in front of me.

Bo Ling sat alone in the corner combing her hair. The wooden comb in her hand was picked up from a corner of the bathroom downstairs. She washed it with water a few times and carried it upstairs in her sleeve.

In the center of the room, the girls were sitting in their respective positions, combing their wet hair and chatting.

"Talk about the west tower, two girls left today, do you know?" A clear female voice suddenly sounded.

"... Are you dead?"

"No, I was picked up!" the girl said, "I was also in the bath just now, and I heard what the people over there said. Our crime belongs to Baihuaya, and we usually have to dry it for three months. If there is anyone to redeem it, if no one cares about it within three months, it will be truly sold out of origin and classified as a slave."

"What!" Almost all the girls in the room stood up and moved closer to the girl who spoke.

"What redemption?"

"Does it mean that as long as you pay the silver, you can go out?"

"Of course not!" The man said again, "This redemption is not the other redemption, and it needs to go through several examinations by the Jiaofang Division before it can be approved. Money alone is not enough."

"But...why do you have to dry it for three months first?"

"It's very simple. Think about it. Although people like us are in Baihuaya, people here might not dare to come up and just pick it up. We always have to wait first to see if there are people with all-hands.

"Like the two girls who were taken away from the West Tower today, I heard that one is the daughter of the former Fuzhou magistrate, and the other is the niece of the former Daye inspector general. Although these two people were dismissed two years ago, they ransacked their homes. Officials who talk in Beijing, the whereabouts of their wives and children, they have all been greeted."

As soon as these words came out, many people in the dark room let out a sigh.

Sometimes, the sudden appearance of a little hope, instead of bringing comfort, makes people's anxiety intensify...

In the dark, someone asked the person who brought the news, "Sister is so well informed... What's your name?"

"Me, Ai Qian."

"Ai..." Someone in the crowd murmured and repeated the surname, "Is my sister from Chuzhou?"

"Yes," the man's voice was a bit more recognizable, "Chuzhou Ai Shi, you should have heard of it? My father was framed by his colleagues, so he ended up like this... Today, the West Tower Two of them were picked up, and in a few days, my uncle should come to pick me up too."

Everyone let out a heartfelt envy and sigh.

Ai Qian waved her hand, "Let's not talk about that, does any of you have a comb? There's not even a dressing thing here, it's too inconvenient."

"When I first came up, I seemed to see someone picking up one, just the little girl who used to sit in the northwest corner."

Someone pointed to Berlin.

Ai Qian jumped off the bed and walked to the vicinity of Bai Ling, "Sister, do you have a comb, can you lend me a comb?"

Bo Ling raised his head and answered "yes", and then handed over the broken-tooth comb that he had tucked into his sleeve.

When Ai Qian reached out to pick it up, a silver bracelet slipped from her arm to her wrist.

Someone nearby saw the silver bracelet with sharp eyes, and couldn't help but immediately asked in surprise, "How did you bring the bracelet here, they... didn't they snatch your bracelet?"

Another person immediately echoed, "Yes, I just entered the Jiaofang Division, and my necklace, earrings, bracelets, and sachet...all were taken away by the people there!"

Ai Qian hugged her arms with both hands, smiled, "That's because your things are too vulgar, and they dare to touch my bracelet? It was given to me by the emperor himself when he was choosing a concubine in the inner palace in the first year of Ming Dynasty."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

"Have you met... the emperor?"

"Yes." Ai Qian slightly raised her hand, "The emperor was looking at my hand at that time, and he was fascinated."

In Dazhou, if a woman is stared at by a man and is still fascinated, then it is definitely not something that can be put on the table-but if the man is the emperor, it is of course a different matter.

And those who can go through layers of screening and finally get to see Tianyan... that is really rare.

This straightforward explanation, which was almost ostentatious, caused a few laughs in the dark, but more of them were amazement and admiration.

Bai Ling also heard about this incident from the palace people - it was around that time that she realized that the spermaceti that Chen Yicong gave her was not a whim of his.

Bo Ling looked at the girl's hands in front of him, Ai Qian's hands were indeed very beautiful.

The joints are distinct, slender and white.

Ai Qian caught Bai Ling's gaze—the little girl who looked a bit down in front of her also showed an expression similar to that of the young emperor back then.

It seemed to be deep thinking brought about by falling into some kind of memory.

"Does it look good?" Ai Qian stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Bai Ling.

When Bo Ling came back to her senses, she nodded and smiled, "...it's really beautiful."

Ai Qian also smiled, and returned to her seat to comb her hair.Then many girls surrounded the past, some were asking about the details of the redemption, while others were curious about the anecdote about the concubine selection back then.

Ai Qian sat on the bed in the center of the room, and she had occupied this position since the first day she came in. Tonight, many people gathered around her, listening to her with expectant or surprised eyes.

Ai Qian's laughter resounded several times, and the tower this night seemed much more lively than usual.

As the night got darker, Bai Ling stood up and walked to Ai Qian, "Where is my comb? If you run out of it, please return it to me."

Ai Qian was already lying on the couch, she glanced at Bai Ling, and yawned impatiently.

"Just put it here? If any sister wants to use it in the future, just go to my place and get it. It's also convenient for everyone to use."

Bai Ling raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm going to use it now." She whispered, "Where is it?"

Only then did Ai Qian really look up at Bo Ling, and she put her left hand behind her back.

"What?" She frowned slightly, and looked at Bai Ling's thin body, "You want to grab it—"

Before Ai Qian finished speaking, Bai Ling had already rushed over.

(End of this chapter)