imperial psychologist

Chapter 506 Identity Geometry
The bustard left behind these words and quickly left.

Not long after, a turtle claw came over with a bottle of Qiuli ointment, and without saying who it was for, he put it on the table closest to the door.

But this time, no one dared to snatch it.

Bo Ling didn't pay attention to this either, she was already curled up on the small bed at the far end of the room and closed her eyes.

Ai Songqing was sitting on the small wooden bed next door to Boling. Just as she was unbuttoning her clothes and preparing to lie down, she suddenly felt a shadow cast down.

Looking up, it turned out that Ai Qian was standing in front of her.

Ai Songqing froze for a moment.

Ai Qian glanced sideways at Bai Ling who was nearby—Bai Ling was holding the corner of the quilt with both hands, his whole face was covered under the quilt, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Come here." Ai Qian said softly.

Ai Qingsong endured his drowsiness, got up and followed Ai Qian to the other side of the room, where several girls were standing there with their arms folded, with curiosity and worry on their faces—one of them was It was the girl who went to Lin's house with Bo Ling and the others last night.

"What did you guys do last night?" Ai Qian asked, frowning.

"Let's go to a house in the south of the city—"

"We already know this." Ai Qian interrupted, "What else?"

"Yes, what happened later," said the girl who came back with them this morning, "Bai Ling took the initiative to stay last night, and then? Did you meet anyone in that garden?"

"People?" Ai Songqing was a little puzzled, "In that yard, there are only those in the coffin—"

"The question is about a living person!" Ai Qian interrupted impatiently, "Has anyone visited you and talked to you or that Bo Ling?"

Ai Songqing shook his head.

"Think about it again?" Ai Qian reminded, "Like a man in a black robe... or something?"

This time, Ai Songqing really thought about it carefully, but after a while, she still shook her head and said, "We have been singing in the garden... until dawn, the old housekeeper of the Lin family—"

"Okay." Ai Qian interrupted her annoyedly, she turned around and looked at the other people nearby, "I told you a long time ago, it's useless to ask her."

Ai Songqing was also a little confused for a while, "What do you want to ask? When Bo Ling wakes up, you can ask Bo Ling directly."

Ai Qian opened her eyes wide, "Oh."

"……What's wrong?"

"Ask Bo Ling directly..." Ai Qian laughed, and she stretched out her hand to stroke the messy hair around Ai Songqing's ear, with a bit of sarcasm on her face, "We just went to Liyuan to learn opera for two days, Are you going to be good sisters?"

After this conversation, Ai Songqing was really aroused, and she clenched her palms slightly, "You...don't be weird here——"

"Anyway, you'd better stay away from that Boling." The smile on Ai Qian's face suddenly became gloomy, she leaned over, and her voice was a little softer, "Do you know what happened in Baihuaya last night?"

Ai Songqing didn't speak, but his eyes became somewhat puzzled.

"Jin Yiwei is here to arrest people." Ai Qian said with a smile, "I went to the Liyuan where you live first, and when I knew you were gone, I went to the Lin House in the south of the city."

Ai Songqing shivered.

Jin... Jin Yiwei...

"Yes." The girl next to Ai Qian nodded, "We were waiting in the courtyard outside the Lin residence, and saw a man in a black robe leading a group of guards over to ask what you two were doing inside. Then I took people there—didn’t you really see it?”

"Really not..." Ai Songqing was a little helpless, she still wanted to explain something, and suddenly remembered the inexplicable eyes she met when she came back this morning, and suddenly understood why so many people's eyes fell on them, the girls who came back from the Lin residence. on the child.

"...Last night, was there a big commotion?"

"Big, how could it be not big?" Ai Qian replied, "As soon as Jin Yiwei left, the bustard came over in person and questioned the identities of the six of you carefully... Along the way, everyone, more or less We have all met face to face, only this Bo Ling, no one can tell her origin."

Hearing this, Ai Songqing finally faintly sensed Ai Qian's purpose for calling her to speak.

She didn't want to listen anymore, so she asked in a low voice, "... so what."

"So what? So what if you ask me now?" Ai Qian laughed, narrowing her eyes slightly, "What will happen to all those who have anything to do with Jin Yiwei? We have nothing to do with her. It’s the same, even though you’ve fallen here now, there’s still a chance you can go out in mid-May...it depends on how you choose.”

Ai Qian's words stopped abruptly at this point - she waited for Ai Songqing to ask, and then bit by bit the news she accidentally inquired about last night.

Now everyone is curious about the identity of this Boling. Some people say that she is the illegitimate daughter of some state prince, some say that she is the disobedient concubine of some noble family, and some people are saying that this Boling is the A pharmacist who saw An Hu died - after all, both of them were named Bai Ling.

But most people have never even seen the face of "Bai Ling" in Baihuaya, so no one can make a conclusion.

As for Bo Ling's real identity - it is impossible to get an answer to this kind of question directly, not to mention that Ai Qian had a feud with Bo Ling because of the broken comb.

But in the past few days, Ai Songqing was with Bo Ling almost every day, and the two got very close.

It would be best to let Song Qing come to make sidelines.

However, what Ai Qian didn't expect was that Ai Songqing didn't press on.

She lowered her eyes and sighed, then shook her head, "I'm sleepy, sister, let's talk about it later."

With that said, Ai Songqing turned around and walked towards her bed

Ai Qian was stunned for a moment, she stepped forward and grabbed Ai Songqing's arm, "Wait! Don't you want to know how to get out of here then?"

Ai Songqing glanced at her, and whispered with a smile, "Maybe...it's not a good opportunity either."

……

At dusk, the setting sun poured in through the window, and half of the quilt on Bai Ling's body had slipped to the ground.

She didn't sleep very comfortably that day, her throat was always hurting, coupled with the long and chaotic dreams that kept playing in her mind, her spirit was always in a tense state.

At the end of a certain nightmare, Bai Ling suddenly opened her eyes, she gasped and covered her heart, and slowly calmed down in the golden sunset.

The room before him was empty.

Others don't know what to do...

In the silence, Bai Ling quietly went to the door of the house with bare feet - she heard the footsteps of the turtle's paw patrolling downstairs.

Bai Ling was a little surprised, she turned back and forth again, and quickly confirmed the matter: Yes, there is really no one else on the top floor now, only herself.

Bai Ling slowly walked towards the place near the stairs - when she went upstairs this morning, she had noticed a rusty iron ladder there.

It was too dark there. At that time, she concentrated on observing the direction of the ladder for a while, but before she could see why, Song Qing stopped her.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling was already standing in front of the iron ladder covered with red rust.

(End of this chapter)