imperial psychologist

Chapter 511
When Bo Ling returned to the room, several people cast concerned eyes—everyone was a little curious about Bo Ling's whereabouts.

Bo Ling walked slowly to his bed, and sat there in a daze with some ecstasy.

"Is...is it settled?" Ai Songqing asked in a low voice.

Bo Ling shook his head, "No, it's something else."

"Other things?" Ai Songqing was a little surprised, so he wanted to ask, but held back--Bai Ling's current appearance obviously did not intend to continue talking.

……

At night, Berlin's bed was empty again.

Everyone originally came back from the dance studio together, as usual, they rested in the room for a while, and then waited for Turtle Claw to take them to the nearby new bathhouse to take a bath.

However, when everyone was ready and ready to get up and go downstairs when they saw Turtle Claw entering the room, Turtle Claw waved his hand and called Bo Ling out alone.

Everyone looked at Bai Ling in surprise, but she didn't hold back, she just got up and followed Turtle Claw downstairs.

Some of Ai Songqing couldn't understand it, and the others couldn't understand it even more.

Bo Ling followed Turtle Claw, rounded many street corners, and came directly to the entrance of a high-rise building under the golden silk cage.

After entering the room, Turtle Claw led her to sit behind a screen that was as thin as a cicada's wings, and then backed out by herself.

Bo Ling knelt and sat there alone, she waited silently for a while, the door on the other side of the room was pushed open - Zeng Jiuyan walked in.

Zeng Jiuyan sat on the ground on the other side of the screen.

The silk screen in the middle is colorful and intricately patterned, and the two of them can only vaguely see each other's outlines, but they cannot clearly see each other's expressions.

This is also the rule of Baihuaya. Before buying and selling, the two parties can meet through the screen, and the owner can briefly chat with the person who is about to be redeemed.

Although on the way here, both of them felt that there were many things to ask and many things to say, but when they really sat down, they felt that they had nothing to say.

Bai Ling was sitting upright, looking at the figure opposite, feeling both grateful and worried in her heart, after a moment of silence, she finally sighed first, "...What the hell do you want, bro."

Zeng Jiuyan calmed down, "The bustard should have already told you?"

Bo Ling burst out laughing, "Hasn't the little Marquis always been unwilling to be controlled? Why did he suddenly think about it and want to buy me into the Marquis's mansion?"

"Don't get me wrong." Zeng Jiuyan said solemnly, "The redemption is the redemption. I won't touch you when I come out. Then you don't have to go to my Marquis's mansion to be insulted by others. You can go to another courtyard to live for three to five months and wait for the wind. After that, I will find someone to take you to Jiangzhou."

Bai Ling lowered his eyes, "...can the wind really pass away?"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Bai Ling was silent again. She looked at the tea bowl in front of her and took a sip.

"Whatever you want to say, just say it." Zeng Jiuyan said softly, "No one here listens to the corner."

"Jiuyan so sure?"

"Yes." Zeng Jiuyan said in a low voice, "These rooms are almost my private residence in Baihuaya, outsiders cannot enter."

Bo Ling smiled——she heard the bustard tell her today that Zeng Jiuyan hardly ever went back to the Hou's Mansion during this period, and stayed directly in Baihuaya.

... I don't know how the old Hou Ye feels about this.

"Well, I just have a few questions I want to ask you." Bai Ling put down the teacup, she was thinking, and said softly, "Last month, on the night we met... Chen Yicong personally led someone to attack you at night. Baihuaya, right?"

"Yes." Zeng Jiuyan nodded.

"That night, after you met me, did you go straight into the palace?" Bai Ling asked softly.

"……It does not matter."

Bo Ling smiled, she lowered her head slightly, raised her hands, and rubbed her forehead.

Zeng Jiuyan asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No," Bai Ling shook his head, "Jiuyan treated me like this...I really don't know how to repay him."

"Just stay here for another two months with peace of mind." Zeng Jiuyan replied in a deep voice, "Leave the rest to me."

"..." Bai Ling looked at the outline of Zeng Jiuyan on the screen, and felt countless gratitude welling up in her heart, but she also understood that some words cannot be persuaded by persuasion.

Don't take the initiative to get involved in this vortex.

Don't stand against Chen Yicong because of this matter.

Even if these words are said, will Zeng Jiuyan listen again?
"It's too late for some things to come to an end." Zeng Jiuyan said softly, "Chen Yicong himself doesn't want to see certain things happen, I understand."

Bai Ling sighed.

"Since he was willing to come that night, it must be because he couldn't let go of his heart and didn't want you to have an accident." Zeng Jiuyan paused for a moment, "I know him, he has a good heart."

Bo Ling refused to comment, she raised her head slightly, looking at the intricate patterns on the roof here.

Sometimes people would rather put life and death aside for one breath or certain beliefs... She understands this feeling too well.

Looking at the young man sitting across from him again, Bai Ling's eyes became a little more complicated - it is really lucky to be able to make friends like Zeng Jiuyan here.

"Let's not talk about this." Bo Ling said softly, "Tell me about yourself, Jiu Yan."

"Me?" Zeng Jiuyan was a little surprised, "What can I say?"

"I heard Bai Yi mention a few words before..." Bai Ling said slowly, "Has Jiu Yan always wanted to go to the northern border to join the army?"

Zeng Jiuyan was stunned for a moment, "...No, I thought this kid was very talkative? Did he even tell you this?"

Bo Ling laughed, "Occasionally we will chat."

Zeng Jiuyan cursed softly.

"Okay, yes." He simply admitted, "But my parents don't agree, and I don't know how many times I have quarreled over this matter-look at it now, they would rather watch me go shopping all day long than let me go Go to the military for training."

"How old is Jiu Yan this year?" Bo Ling thought about his birthday, "Eighteen...nineteen?"

"Nineteen." Zeng Jiuyan replied.

"What are the scruples at home?"

Zeng Jiuyan said softly, "...my mother and concubine are only my son."

"Well, are you afraid that the incense will be broken?"

"Maybe I'm afraid that the white-haired person will give away the black-haired person." Zeng Jiuyan looked at Bai Ling, "I want to leave, but I don't want them to be sad."

"...It's really difficult to have both," Bo Ling sighed, "But I always feel that the old Hou Ye and the others will probably be sad sooner or later."

Zeng Jiuyan froze for a moment, "Why?"

"Because you're still not obedient enough." Bai Ling said softly, "If you really don't want to make them sad, you should get married quickly and find a stable job. You hang out in Baihuaya all day like you are now... Is Jiu punishing you? who?"

Zeng Jiuyan was startled for a moment, and immediately understood what Bo Ling was referring to.

He suddenly snickered a little self-deprecatingly. "...What do you want to say, Berlin?"

(End of this chapter)