imperial psychologist

Chapter 519
The next day, the bustard didn't show up for almost the whole day.

Most of the girls didn't go to any dance class the next day. They were lying on the bed or sitting together, whispering and comforting each other.

The bustard didn't come to make trouble either.

Ai Songqing woke up very late, and she glanced sideways at the bed in Bai Ling nearby—as expected, it was empty again.

Berlin probably went to class or practice alone...

Ai Songqing buried her head in the quilt again, thinking about what happened yesterday.This incident really puzzled her—Berling seemed to have never taken the matter of tattoos to heart from the very beginning.

Ai Songqing sighed and turned over. She thought it was probably just that Bo Ling hid it well. At some moments that she didn't know or understand, Bo Ling must have burst into tears.

But today she was still as usual, waking up early and leaving early, as if she was not affected at all.

Ai Songqing heard several girls nearby talking in a crying voice. For some reason, Ai Songqing suddenly felt that this kind of meaningless warming made her feel bored.

What's the use of crying now?Can tattoos fade after crying?
But when she looked at the flowery size under her collarbone, she couldn't help but feel a little sore - she wasn't crying to get rid of the tattoo, it was just that it was really worth crying about.

Thinking so, Ai Songqing got up and changed her clothes, went out to wash up under the supervision of the turtle's claw, and after she came back and put down her things, she sat alone on the bed for a while, then stood up, and walked slowly towards the exit.

The eyes of the others looked over at the same time, a little curious and a little puzzled. When they were about to reach the door, Ai Qian frowned and shouted, "Where are you going alone?"

"... Wufang." Ai Songqing said softly, but she shook her head after finishing speaking, "No... it should be Liyuan."

Bo Ling must have paid more attention to the teachings of the Liyuanli and the old masters. With such extra time, she would not waste those big classes that hundreds of people listened to.

Ai Qian sneered and cursed in a low voice.

Ai Songqing was thinking about Bo Ling, and she was a little distracted. She didn't hear what she scolded for a while, but judging from the mood and the gesture of spitting, it shouldn't be a good word...

She probably also imagined what Ai Qian would scold her.

"Sister, rest well," she calmly nodded to Ai Qian, turned and left.

……

Sure enough, Boling is in Liyuan.

Ai Songqing heard Bo Ling's voice from a distance. Her voice was very loud and bright, and she could be recognized from a distance.

Ai Songqing couldn't help laughing—this is Bo Ling. When I was going to sing in Lin's house, the teacher asked everyone to test their voices, but Bo Ling pretended to be hoarse, so he played tricks on stage with her in the end , holding a flag as a pawn.

Whether it's true or false... Bo Ling has been vigilant all the time.

"Don't delay! Let's go!" Turtle Claw urged coldly behind him.

Ai Songqing held up the hem of her skirt, walked up the stairs, and quickly entered the gate of the Liyuan.

Sure enough, in the corner of the background, she soon saw Bo Ling standing in front of the old master.

The master chef held a can of palm-sized teapot in his hand, and took a sip from time to time; over there, Bai Ling's movements were soothing, and the initial jerkyness was no longer visible.

Seeing Ai Songqing, Bo Ling smiled plainly, and Ai Songqing smiled back, found a nearby place to sit down, and waited for Bo Ling to finish singing this passage.

At noon, the two sat on the edge of the flower bed, gnawing the rice balls they received in the pear garden with their heads down.

"It's great that you're here." Bai Ling said with a smile, "I asked the apprentices who learned the piano here to help me in the morning, and wrote a version of the piano score according to the tune I hum, and I can show Songqing right now. "

"Score...?" Ai Songqing was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized, "Ah, is it the song you said last time that you will sing during the May Crescent Walk?"

"Hmm." Bo Ling nodded, "I think you haven't been in a very good state recently, so I let the pianist write it first. It's a very simple version... I'll let Songqing take a look at the specific interpretation."

With that said, Bo Ling took out a four-fold paper from his pocket.

Ai Songqing put down the rice ball, wiped her hands on her dress, and took the score.

"No wonder Berlin always seems so busy these days..."

"Yes," Bo Ling said softly, "After all, the time is almost up."

Ai Songqing was about to lower her head to take a closer look, when suddenly there was a familiar laughter in front of her - when she looked up, it was their bustard.

"Miss Bai is here!" Bustard shook the water-red silk handkerchief in her hand, "What a coincidence."

Ai Songqing and Bo Ling stood up at the same time and said hello to the bustard.

The bustard laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth, "You are really amazing. Now everyone knows that I have a baby in my hand that the young master can't put it down. They will be doing business next month, and they will all look at me."

Ai Songqing froze for a moment——Little Hou Ye?Is it the real son of the Hou family, or some other code name in Baihuaya...?
Bai Ling was also a little confused, "What do you mean by mother?"

"Since I came to see you last time, the young master has never been to Baihuaya again. He moved back to the Hou's mansion directly. Every day, the father is kind and the son is filial..." The bustard laughed so hard that the flowers trembled, " The owner of the 'Fang Zihao' is so angry when he sees me, why did I let him lose a valuable customer out of thin air?"

"...What does this have to do with me?" Bo Ling still didn't understand.

Bustard smiled a little, and gave her a look full of deep meaning, "You still don't understand? Young Master is trying to take care of you."

"For me..." Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and finally understood the meaning of Bustard's words.

Bustard laughed and said, "It's not unheard of in our Baihuaya. The love is so deep, the young master is now, isn't he just waiting for the next month's May Yueya trip to embrace the beauty?"

"Did he live in the Hou Mansion during this time?" Bo Ling asked.

"Yes," the bustard replied, "A few days ago, I accompanied the old master to go hunting in the mountains, and everyone said that the young master suddenly became enlightened, and he became filial when he knew what was good and bad."

The bustard smiled and stretched out her hand, and poked Bo Ling on the forehead, "You are a blessed one! You entered the Hou's mansion later and became an aunt, don't forget my mother's cultivation!"

Bai Ling smiled, bowed to the bustard, said a few words to make people happy, and sure enough, he made the bustard smile again.

She waved the red handkerchief in her hand again casually, "Come on, don't talk about what you have and what you don't have, is there anything you lack? Just tell your mother if you lack something, flying in the sky and swimming in the sea, everything is not too unreasonable." I'll get it all for you."

Bo Ling wanted to shake his head, but suddenly remembered something, and asked softly, "Is there any good wine at Mom's place?"

"Wine?" The bustard slightly opened her eyes wide, with a wider smile on her face, "Then you are asking the right person, I just opened a wine cellar that has been closed for 20 years yesterday, and I will call someone tonight Just send you a small altar."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome," the bustard waved her hand, "Did you see your Master Wu? I have something to do with him."

"Over there." Bo Ling pointed to the nearby courtyard, and then stood aside with Ai Songqing, watching the bustard leave.

Burling sighed almost imperceptibly.

Never thought that after the conversation that day, Zeng Jiuyan would stop coming to Baihuaya to get drunk.

She lowered her head and smiled——Bai Ling understood that this was definitely not what the bustard said, "Zeng Jiuyan is about to calm down."

On the contrary, he made up his mind to make a big news.

(End of this chapter)