imperial psychologist

Chapter 532
It's almost time now, and there's still more than an hour before lunch, so it's not a good time to recognize people—most of the people who can talk in Lan Zihao may have just woken up at this moment.

For them, the day basically starts in the afternoon.

Lan Zhijun took her to several well-known dance workshops of the Lan brand, and it was only then that Bai Ling knew that this large building complex was rented from the Jiaofang Secretary by the flower kilns of various brands.

Almost all of the land on the southwest side of the silk cage golden roof is owned by Lanzifang, and several corners on the edge are rented out by several different Jinzibu flower kilns.

After all, backed by the signboard of Lanzifang, customers who spend a lot of money often pass by here. Several flower kilns of Jinzi Department will arrange their best girls here, which seems to follow the big fish to compete for scraps.

Following Lan Zhijun in the winding corridors, Bai Ling had the illusion that he had returned to the palace. Whether the turtle claws or the maids here, he stopped far away when he saw them until they passed by. When he bowed his head again, he called out "Lan Zhijun" softly.

This place also has the same distinction.

Bai Ling faintly felt that this scene was a bit funny, until at a certain corner, she finally realized the origin of this funny.

She looked at Lan Zhijun, and said softly, "I don't know the identity of Lan Zhijun's household registration, what is written?"

Lan Zhijun glanced at Bo Ling in surprise, "Shang."

"Are the bustards here too?"

"En." Lan Zhijun nodded, "What's wrong?"

"It feels very similar to the inner palace." Bai Ling said softly, "Although...the identities of everyone are completely different."

Lan Zhijun laughed, "Like, but not like either."

Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun, "What do you say?"

"Because Baihuaya is a notoriously unruly place." Lan Zhijun said in a low voice, and he looked at Bai Ling with a meaningful look, "The more powerful the people you meet, the less you have to guard them rules..."

Bai Ling frowned slightly, and listened intently for a moment.

"...Because they are here to have fun, not to watch you obey the rules." Lan Zhijun paused, "Do you understand what I mean by 'rules'?"

Bo Ling thought for a moment, "Treat the visitor as an ordinary friend?"

Lan Zhijun shook her head.

The two continued to walk forward, and a woman carrying a sewage bucket passed them directly, without stopping like a maid or a turtle's claw.

Bai Ling glanced sideways. The man was not wearing the clothes of Baihuaya, but a black sackcloth with the word "Hundred" embroidered on his body - this should be what the boss of the tooth shop said earlier, and he was hired from outside. The laborers who came to work.

If it's just to earn a daily salary, you really don't need to think too much about it. After all, there are so many bustards and bosses in Baihuaya, it's really unnecessary for them to write down all of them.

Lan Zhijun brought Bai Ling to a hall with a height of about three floors.

Even though it was daytime and the golden lamps and flowers in the hall hadn't been lit yet, the slightly bleak extravagant scene in front of him was enough to take one's breath away.

In the middle of the hall hung a plaque with the words "Anzhi Tinglan" written in meaningful handwriting.

Bai Ling looked up at the zenith and the carved railings and paintings in the corridors on all sides. Every stroke here was meticulously crafted, and its magnificence far exceeded her imagination of the building. Only then did she understand that the bustard would have The dance workshop that she and Ai Songqing were asked to wipe was probably also the water department—probably the territory under Xizihao.

It is impossible to build such a palace in the palace.

If any emperor really repaired his own hall in this way, I am afraid that the saliva of the officials will flood that hall on the spot... But the officials who have the attitude to decide so far, I am afraid that they will never set foot in their lives The hinterland of Baihuaya.

Not only because of their fame - but also because their lifetime salaries combined may not be worth a fraction of what Bai Huaya spent overnight.

For a time, Bai was full of inspiration.

The huge orchid hall was empty.

Lan Zhijun folded her arms, leaning against the doorpost not far from the entrance, silently staring at Bai Ling who was looking up.

"Does it look good?" He walked towards Bai Ling, "This is where you will appear in the future."

Bai Ling smiled, but did not answer.

Regarding "appearance", Zeng Jiuyan had warned her before.

After being bought by Huayao, the first appearance of the girls is another auction, but this time it is not their people who are sold, but their first night.

Generally speaking, Huayao will release some of the girls worthy of training to the singing and dancing studio for training. ——Usually at the end of the month, they are really asked to pick up customers.

This is the meaning of "appearance" - every time a newcomer makes an appearance, the corresponding flower kiln can almost make a lot of money.

But here in Berlin, this matter suddenly became critical - her reputation no longer needs to be put in a song and dance studio to practice.

From last night to this morning, the whole Baihuaya was in a state of excitement. Everyone knew that Lan Zihao had bought a plain man worth [-] yuan, and hundreds of thousands of eyes were fixed on it.

Right now, it's the cusp.

"Is it the end of this month?" Bo Ling asked softly.

"En." Lan Zhijun said lightly, "Now is the time for you to become famous, so don't miss this opportunity."

"Yes..." Bo Ling nodded, "Strike while the iron is hot, I understand the truth."

Lan Zhijun looked at Bo Ling, and the little girl was still looking at the furnishings here with great interest, looking here, touching there, and asking about the material of things from time to time.

"Where is Lan Zhijun from?"

During a certain break, Bo Ling lay on the cushion of the bench and spoke in a flat tone.

"It's not important." Lan Zhijun said softly.

Bai Ling smiled, "Then Lan Zhijun is also the former prince's old party?"

The problem suddenly became acute.

Lan Zhijun didn't answer, but looked at Bai Ling gently, with the smile still in his eyes - he had already heard the implication of Bai Ling, and was thinking about how to answer.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Bai Ling immediately added, "...otherwise, how would you recognize Mr. Hengyuan? He grew up in the palace since he was a child, so he probably wouldn't have the opportunity to come to a place like Baihuaya."

"Baihuaya is here, and he doesn't have long legs and can't run, so everyone can come." Lan Zhijun lowered her eyes and smiled, "Do you want to ask, how did Mr. Hengyuan and I meet? "

"En." Bai Ling nodded again, "Lan Zhijun is willing to spend 5—no, it should be [-] taels of gold to buy me. This is Lan Zhijun's own intention, or Hengyuan Lord's request."

"Of course it's me." Lan Zhijun laughed, "He...can't control me yet."

Bo Ling leaned on the bench, propped his cheek with one hand, and looked thoughtfully at Lan Zhijun in front of him.

"But there is indeed his influence," Lan Zhijun replied calmly, "After all, a few years ago, he took away my favorite work, and now... I have to return something."

(End of this chapter)