imperial psychologist

Chapter 498
The tower was unusually quiet tonight.

Although no one is sent to do heavy work today, everyone is obviously more disturbed than before.

Everyone is secretly thinking about today's encounter and Bo Ling's words last night—how did the bustard plan to make money?

The girls sat together in small groups, talking about the dental business in the morning and the strange room in the evening.

"Behind that screen at night, I feel like someone is there."

"I also feel a shadow moving behind me..." Another person quickly echoed, "My hairs are standing on end!"

"It's really strange... He even took us to take a bath before going. I don't know what he wants to do."

"Yeah," someone responded, "I'm afraid it's the same as this morning, someone is picking someone behind the screen..."

"Alas--"

The girls all felt sick at the same time.

Ai Songqing felt apprehensive, and couldn't help but glance at Bai Ling who was lying on the side again, resting with her eyes closed.

Before falling asleep at night, Ai Songqing went to pull Rabeling's sleeve again.

Sure enough, Bo Ling didn't sleep, and hummed softly, "Huh?"

"afternoon……"

"It should be picking people." Bai Ling guessed what Ai Songqing wanted to say, and she whispered, "I guess there are two groups of people."

"What will happen..."

"do not know."

This answer was also expected by Ai Songqing—how could Bo Ling know.

She is also like everyone here...their fate is bound together.

Ai Songqing wanted to say something more, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairs outside.

All the girls in the house heard it, and they all looked at the door at the same time in the dark—the sound of a chain being undone, and someone opened the door of the tower at midnight.

The light of the lantern came in, and another strange turtle claw entered the room led by the guard downstairs.

"Whoever reads the name, come out!"

The girls shivered—their worst fears seemed to be coming.

"Ai Songqing!"

Ai Songqing froze for a moment, suddenly her hands and feet became cold and her limbs became stiff.

Bai Ling frowned slightly and took her hand.

After a while, after about three or five names, the turtle said again, "...Bai Ling!"

Those who were not named were relieved, Bo Ling led Song Qing, got up slowly, and walked to the lantern of the turtle's claw.

"There are four more people!? Do you want me to catch them?"

In the corner, a girl suddenly burst into a shrill cry, yelling such words as "don't", "don't take me away", "I won't go".

Turtle Claw waved her hand, and several people stepped forward and dragged her over. One of them raised his hand to slap her, but the other stopped him immediately, "Don't slap her in the face!!"

This sentence "don't slap your face" made all the girls in the room feel cold.

Why do you want to emphasize not to slap your face?
The next thing to do, in the end...

Ai Songqing was a little unsteady for a while, she looked up at Bo Ling - Bo Ling was looking at the almost crazy girl nearby, with a bit of pity in her eyes.

Sensing Ai Songqing's gaze, Bo Ling turned around.

Ai Songqing opened her mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say, her jaw trembled and her palms were sweating.

Amid the heart-piercing cries of the people nearby, Ai Songqing felt that Bai Ling shook his hand again.Bo Ling didn't say anything more, but the temperature of her palm was comforting.

At night, they went downstairs and followed the tortoise's claw through the winding alley. Although the night made it difficult to distinguish their direction, they were getting closer and closer to the golden cage in the distance—this meant that they were heading towards Baihuaya center of.

Baihuaya at night is so much more lively than during the day, there are so many lantern cruises, so many singing and dancing, laughter and the aroma of dishes are carried by the night wind, buildings full of lanterns stand opposite each other on both sides of the road...

Everything is like a street scene in a dream.

They took a boat past the busiest place of the crowd, and then went all the way to the quiet place.

Slowly, the noise faded away, and the sound of silk and bamboo could be faintly heard nearby.

Bo Ling looked at the scene on both sides all the way, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart—as expected of an official brothel for more than a hundred years, this place is really big...

Not long after the boat sailed, everyone went ashore again, and the turtle claws led them to the pear orchard in Baihuaya, where Bai Ling saw a dozen faces that he had seen in the evening.

"Time is running out," said the old master who came to pick him up, "You will be staying here for the next few days."

"...What are you going to do?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Official Lin personally selected you, and I will go to his house to sing a night show in half a month." The old master replied loudly, "In the past few days, you can learn opera here at ease!"

The theater troupe at the night show... Bo Ling suddenly remembered the scene in "Farewell My Concubine", where Xiaodouzi sang to the eunuch Eunuch Zhang.

Among the companions, someone cried softly again. The old master frowned and said sharply, "Don't cry! If you don't want to, get out now!"

The crying stopped abruptly.

That night, the girls fell asleep in a strange room with anxiety.

……

The next day, before dawn, everyone was called up to go to the water to hang their voices—for completely inexperienced novices like Bo Ling and Ai Songqing, the theater troupe treated them equally without any extra attention.

Bo Ling unexpectedly discovered that they really came to learn drama.

The teacher who came to pick them up last night taught them in person. He first asked the girls who were temporarily called together, who had sung in an opera.

A few people raised their hands, and he asked each of them to sing a line or two, and then asked the next dozen or so people to learn a line or two. After listening to the tone, he decided on their singing roles on the spot.

——This is a team that is almost entirely newcomers.

Everyone is rushing ducks to the shelves, and the master master has never mentioned any basic skills to them from the beginning to the end. When he came up, he first talked about the play, then recited the lyrics and practiced walking... Even so, the dozen or so girls were still tossed. It was dark.

Bo Ling and Ai Songqing hardly had any opening scenes. Most of the time, what they needed to do was to follow other people and walk on the stage with props.

They quickly mastered their roles, and for most of the rest of the time, the master personally tuned the libretto of the protagonists, and Bo Ling sometimes listened to it, and sometimes went to other places in the Liyuan.

There are not many tortoise claws in the pear orchard, and they are all guarding the periphery to prevent anyone from escaping.

Bo Ling didn't know much about opera, but she could fully feel the gap between them and other opera actors in Liyuan.When the other teams were practicing, the timbre passed through the fence and floated into the courtyard where they lived.

That's really nice.

It's hard to imagine what kind of person, and for what purpose, would personally appoint a group of novices who have never sung before to go to the house to sing at the night show...

But Bo Ling could tell that the bustard, who had only been seen a few times, was very concerned about the night show that came to her door this time.

Because almost every evening, the bustard would come to visit her in person and hear how far she has practiced today.

As the days go by, the more she smiles.

In the evening of this day, Bo Ling was leaning against the wall, listening to the master on the other side of the wall giving a play, Ai Songqing hurried in, "Bai Ling... I heard the news from Mr. Lin today!"

(End of this chapter)