imperial psychologist

Chapter 507 Wei Ying's Condition

The rust was worn on the soles of the feet, which were a little itchy and a little painful.

The ladder was not very strong, and every time he took a step up, Bo Ling felt that it was trembling slightly with his own movements.

The iron filings fell sparsely, and Bo Ling listened to the sound of the turtle's claws downstairs, and carefully climbed to the top of the ladder—as expected, the end of the iron ladder was a patio door.

After groping in the dark for a long time, she finally found its handle.The door was not locked, and Bo Ling pushed up hard, finally pushing out a gap.

The golden sunset outside cast a path of light in an instant, and the dust dancing in the path of light was like floating in the water.

There was a cold wind blowing over Berlin's head.

From this gap, she identified the direction of the door, and then pushed it further with difficulty until the gap would allow only one person to pass through.

Everything is as Berlin thought, and this is indeed the entrance to the tile eaves of the roof.She climbed up the gate carefully, and finally stood fully on the top of the tower.

The field of vision widened in an instant.

Bo Ling took a deep breath, letting the high wind blow into his sleeves.

In front of her eyes, at her feet, a whole group of buildings in Baihuaya is waking up in the setting sun.

One after another, the lanterns are gradually lit up, shining brighter than the gushing orange glow of the distant sky.

And among all the lights, the most dazzling one is always the golden silk cage at the highest point of Ya Xin.

The last rays of the setting sun gradually dimmed from the railings of the golden cage, and the dark blue evening was reflected strangely by the lights of the entire Baihuaya.

Bo Ling sat quietly on top of the Gaimen, letting the world here start to make noise.

As the night fell, she heard the teasing and music near and far away, and the jeering and booing of people when they toasted;
There are disheveled men and women chasing in the alleys, and the shadows of people are projected on countless half-closed candle windows, some fierce, some gentle.

Bo Ling slowly stood up in the night. She stretched out her hands and carefully maintained her balance. Then she stepped on the ridge in the center of the roof with both feet, and walked carefully towards the raised eaves at the other end. .

This height is not unfamiliar to Bo Ling—the Swallow Tower in Xuanqiong Palace is much higher than this.It's just that when she went to such a high place for recreation in the past, Shisi was always by her side, so she didn't have to worry about falling.

"Xiao Siyao is so elegant." A voice suddenly floated over, "Aren't you afraid of falling?"

Bo Ling was taken aback and almost lost his footing.

She lay down on her whole body, her hands tightly hugging the raised roof ridge in the middle, and she barely managed to maintain her balance.

A piece of broken tile rolled down from Berlin's feet, rolled along the sloping roof to the edge, and hit several sloping railings as it fell, and there were a few faint ethereal echoes.

Bo Ling felt a chill down his spine, and he was relieved after a while.

She simply turned over and sat on the ridge of the roof, looking sideways at where the sound came from.

There stood an old man with a slightly stooped figure.

Just by hearing the voice, Bo Ling recognized his identity—who else could it be besides Wei Ying?

"...Master Wei." Bai Ling raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, "Don't be so elusive..."

Wei Ying laughed, and walked a few steps to Bai Ling's side.

Seeing his brisk movements, Bo Ling unconsciously shouted "Be careful—" and then realized that, for Wei Ying, even stepping on such a narrow place as the roof ridge was as smooth as walking on the ground.

You can't treat this old man as an ordinary old man!
"You still dare to come out to blow air?" Wei Ying folded her hands and leaned behind her, "I see that your ability to kill is also top-notch."

"Being imprisoned all the time makes me uncomfortable." Bai Ling scratched her head, her voice hoarse, "...you must come out to get some air."

"Pretty good." Wei Ying snorted and laughed, "At this time, I still have time to come out to breathe."

"Master Wei is pretty good too," Bo Ling glanced at him, "When you are old and still have the leisure time to visit Baihuaya, you will grow stronger and stronger."

Wei Ying immediately burst out laughing.

"Can't you come to Baihuaya when you are old? It's very beautiful. There are so many state capitals in Dazhou, and there is no gentle township that can compare with this place."

"Well, I can feel it." Bai Ling said softly, with her hands resting on her face, "...but Master Wei probably didn't come to talk to me tonight about the ranking of Wenrou Township, did you have something to do with me?"

"Yes," Wei Ying answered bluntly, "The old man brought you three things. You can see if you can accept them. If you don't accept them, I will turn around and leave; accept them with conditions."

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, and her expression became solemn, "Tell me, Master Wei."

Wei Ying took out a black pocket book from his arms, and Bo Ling recognized what it was almost at a glance—Jin Yiwei's book of impermanence.

"Is it... Fourteen's Impermanence Book?"

"You guessed it right," Wei Ying raised his eyebrows, "Yes, fourteen, the old man made a special trip to his old residence last month and destroyed all his letters. Help if you can... This is the impermanence book that Shisi carried with him before he left Beijing, and it records the information collected from July of the second year of Shengming to before his accident.

"Of course, we won't write down the really important things on paper." Wei Ying laughed, "This book is actually not very useful, but it's different for Xiao Siyao."

"Really," Bo Ling looked at him suspiciously, "what's the use to me?"

"On the [-]th day, we will sort out the movements of important officials in central Beijing." Wei Ying held the notebook and patted it in the palm of his hand, "I think Siyao is very ambitious now, so it's still useful to some extent."

"Ambition? Did Master Wei misunderstand me..." Bai Ling didn't bother to refute, she narrowed her eyes slightly, "What about the second one?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Wei Ying waved his right hand, the palm that was empty one moment, was filled with a dagger the next moment.

Bo Ling was stunned for the second time.

Wei Ying handed the short knife in front of Bo Ling, Bo Ling took it with both hands, her index finger lightly brushed the end of the handle, where a small "Wei" was engraved.

This is the dagger that Fourteen had given her a few years ago—it was also the weapon she used to stab the emperor last month.

Bo Ling was really surprised, and soon lowered his eyes and chuckled.

——As the murder weapon for the assassination, this dagger will definitely be regarded as an important evidence and properly kept in the palace.

"This kind of thing... Can Master Wei also steal it?"

"How is it 'stealing'?" Wei Ying frowned rather dissatisfied, "I gave this knife to Shishi back then, and Shishi gave it to you, and now I take it back, it is called returning it to the original owner."

"...What about the third one?" Bo Ling raised his head and asked.

"Originally there were only these two items, and the third item was purely accidental." Wei Ying pulled it out of his sleeve, "A small gadget used to make up the number..."

Bo Ling was about to tease Wei Ying, but Wei Ying had already taken out the things in his sleeves.

Bo Ling was stunned for the third time.

Wei Ying in front of him was holding a string in his hand, and at the end of the string, a dark green purse was hanging in the wind, shaking with the wind.

(End of this chapter)