imperial psychologist

Chapter 509
Bo Ling wanted to ask something more, but Ai Songqing was obviously too tired to chat.Bo Ling smiled, went down to pour Ai Songqing a glass of water, and put it on her bedside.

Everyone rested for more than an hour, and the tortoise claws came up and led everyone to the bathhouse, and Bai Ling followed.

The bathhouse has changed places tonight, and the soup in the bath is obviously clearer than what they washed some time ago.In the steaming mist, the girl sat comfortably in it.

Ai Songqing and Bo Ling were still sitting together, leaning against the edge of the bath, soaking most of their bodies in the hot water, leaving only their heads outside to breathe.

"Is Bai Ling's throat better?" Ai Songqing looked towards Bai Ling.

"It still hurts." Bo Ling shook his head, "I feel like I still haven't learned the method of using Qi taught by my master..."

Ai Songqing laughed, "That's not something you can learn in a day or two."

"Did you all go well today?" Bo Ling asked, "What have you learned?"

"It's mainly leg presses and shoulder presses... and repeated leg lifts. This is the most tiring." Ai Songqing whispered, "But everyone cooperated very well, no one complained or made trouble."

"Rare." Bai Ling smiled.

Ai Songqing suddenly remembered something, she leaned her body slightly, and leaned into Bo Ling's ear, "You told me last time, the dental trade in May... It seems that many people know about it."

"yes."

"Yes," Ai Songqing nodded, "Everyone thinks that is an opportunity."

Bo Ling was silent for a long time, his eyes were a little complicated.

She looked at the steaming bath in front of her, at the girls who were laughing or arguing in front of her at the moment, and slowly leaned back, curled up by the hot stone wall.

Ai Songqing looked at Bo Ling's speechless expression, and then looked away, "Does Bo Ling think this is bad too?"

"It's not bad," Bo Ling said softly, "Instead of digging your own grave for some meaningless principles, it's better to hurry up and get a pass. If I didn't go to Lin's house, I would be the same."

"Well, me too." Ai Songqing nodded, "What is Bo Ling planning now?"

"What's Songqing's plan?" Bo Ling asked back.

"...I, I don't know." Ai Songqing frowned and said, she looked up at the wall lamp not far away, "It's good to be able to leave here, but... every time I think of the dental business in May, My mind flashed back to the scene we saw at the Lin Mansion last night..."

Ai Songqing paused for a moment, she was thinking and puzzled.

After a while, she looked at Bai Ling, "Actually, even if we go out, we enter a good family and serve as concubines and maidservants for them, but others are officials, and we are still slaves. Life and death are still the same in the final analysis." In the hands of others..."

"So it's better that in Baihuaya, everyone is a slave, and no one is superior to anyone else?" Bo Ling tried to answer the question with a slight smile.

Ai Songqing froze for a moment, she wanted to shake her head instinctively, but after thinking about what she said just now, she felt that this was indeed the truth.

"What's the matter..." She smiled helplessly, stretched out her hand to tie the hair behind Wanwan's ear, "It seems like, it's better to stay in the brothel..."

"Well, that's actually what I thought." Bo Ling said in a low voice.

Ai Songqing froze for a moment, "...what?"

"The other day at noon, Turtle Claw also took us to the dental shop here, remember?" Bai Ling asked softly.

Ai Songqing nodded.

"A lot of girls were taken away directly, but we didn't. I was thinking about the reason at the time, and then I heard about the special deal in May, and I suddenly realized something," Burling paused, "Even in a place like Baihuaya, those of us who came out of the Jiaofang Division still stood at a higher position from the beginning."

"... a higher position?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling said softly, "Otherwise, why would the bustard suddenly let us learn to dance...It's all for Wuyue to win a higher price."

"I don't know……"

"You are different." Bo Ling looked at Ai Songqing, "Even if you end up in this place, you are still different from those girls from humble backgrounds, and you can sell for a higher price."

"why?"

"I'm not sure." Bo Ling shook his head, "But this makes sense."

"...Then Bo Ling, do you want to stay in Baihuaya?"

"Well." Bo Ling nodded, "If you really go out and be locked up in a certain courtyard like that Miss Kong to form a confinement, then you will narrow the road by yourself - just like what Song Qing said just now Same, if you go out, being a slave is the original sin, but in this Baihuaya, everyone is the same, who can look down on whom?"

Only then did Ai Songqing sigh.

Yes, she did have a vague feeling before, but it wasn't until this moment that Bo Ling spoke clearly that she felt that a certain layer of window paper in her heart was suddenly pierced.

"Bai Ling... don't you mind being a 'brothel girl'?"

Bo Ling didn't answer right away, her eyes were floating on the water not far away.

"……I have no idea."

After a long time, Bo Ling replied softly.

Ai Songqing lowered her eyes and smiled awkwardly. She suddenly felt that she asked this question very badly—who wouldn't mind?
She scratched her head, trying to think of other topics to break the silence.

Suddenly, Ai Songqing had a flash of inspiration, "By the way, did Bo Ling hear that Baihuaya was attacked by Jin Yiwei last night?"

……

At night, Bo Ling lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

In the second half of the night, the sky started to rain.

Bo Ling listened to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, closing his eyes.

The girls around had worked hard all day, and they were all sleeping peacefully on their beds. Occasionally, some would turn over in their sleep, or utter a few words of nonsense. Only Bo Ling tossed and turned, and finally sat up against the head of the bed.

She recalled the news that Ai Songqing told her tonight——Chen Yicong...she was still staring at this place.

She reached under the pillow and held the dark green purse in her hand again.

Bits and pieces of the past few years surfaced in his mind, and when he thought about it, Bo Ling suddenly realized that the various encounters in these years were actually a web of thorns intertwined with the fate of many women.

She thought of the Qu family, the Zhen family, even Lin Jieyu, and that old Mrs. Qu who didn't die well...

Countless people bleed on the thorns at the bottom of life, regardless of high or low, they all cry.

Up to now, those once strong affection and resentment have gradually faded.

Berlin feels like a traveler standing at an intersection and looking back at the past. There are stone monuments of fellow travelers near and far...

Before I knew it, I had come so far.

(End of this chapter)