imperial psychologist

Chapter 533 Not a friend
Proud work...

Bo Ling immediately reacted, and in her mind, the femme fatale who entered the palace in Jianxi 42 and had inextricable ties to Jiaofangsi came to mind.

Bo Ling almost blurted out - Lin Jieyu!

However, looking at Lan Zhijun's troubled face, she still managed to remain silent.

A faint intuition arose in Bo Ling's heart - this is a topic that ends without further confirmation, and there is no need to continue to explore...

Don't ask about the next thing.

Bai Ling turned his head and looked elsewhere, "I always feel that Lan Zhijun has been deceived."

"Oh?" Lan Zhijun raised her eyebrows slightly, "Who lied to me?"

"Mr. Hengyuan," Bai Ling smiled, "I was not brought back to you by him. When I was in the Punishment Division, Mr. Hengyuan came to the prison with a chessboard in his arms and asked me, Do you want to go to his Qinyuan? But I didn't agree, and was demoted here by the emperor in the end."

Lan Zhijun also laughed, and walked slowly to Bai Ling's side.

Bo Ling raised his head, "...So, if you have to find a reason for me to enter the Lan brand, Lan Zhijun should thank the emperor."

He looked down at Boling, "I know."

Looking at Lan Zhijun's still calm face, Bai Ling frowned slightly, "So, Lan Zhijun should know my identity?"

"Bosi Yao has a great reputation, so how could I not know about it?"

"Why did I end up here, do you know?"

"I know," Lan Zhijun said softly, "This is the sincerity that Mr. Hengyuan showed me."

"Understood, dare to pick it up?" Bai Ling was really surprised, "On the night of the martial law in Baihuaya, Lan Zhijun should have seen the Jinyiwei all over the street. I am... a rather troublesome person— —”

"If it wasn't so troublesome, I would have worried more." Lan Zhijun slowly stretched out his hand and raised Bai Ling's face. He stared into Bai Ling's eyes and said in a low voice, "After all, I am a businessman."

"The kind that wants money but not life?"

"Almost." Lan Zhijun smiled, and suddenly remembered something, "Speaking of which, the reason why I was delayed last night was because I was fighting with the bustard of Xi's name for the share of your appearance at the end of this month."

"... Isn't it divided into five and a half?"

"Of course it's impossible, because just one appearance doesn't count as your daily income," Lan Zhijun smiled, "Guess how much Lan Zihao can take away?"

"Seventy percent?"

Lan Zhijun shook her head.

"Eighty percent."

"Guess again."

"...Ninety percent?"

Bai Ling frowned slightly. The ability of Xizihao to become the only Shuizibu flower kiln in Wuyueya shop that broke through the siege already showed the means of the bustard herself.

Let Lan Zihao get nine points, and she only gets one point?
She would never agree to this kind of reconciliation without the slightest fairness.

"Ninety-five percent." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Ninety-five percent for the Lan name, and five cents for the Xi name."

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, "...she only took five pennies?"

Lan Zhijun nodded calmly, "Yes."

Bo Ling just felt incredible. "How could she agree?"

"Because I have a way to get her to agree."

Lan Zhijun's voice was very soft, it sounded like the murmur of a sleeping cat, Bo Ling looked at the person in front of her, and suddenly felt a chill down her spine... She took a breath slowly, and then took a few breaths Knowing that, he sighed with a smile.

"No wonder..."

"No wonder what?" Lan Zhijun asked.

"... No wonder you can make friends with someone like Mr. Heng Yuan." Bai Ling said softly, "You are indeed worthy."

Lan Zhijun was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Let me correct you, Bo Ling." Lan Zhijun waved her hand, with the same smile on her face, "I'm not his friend, and he's not mine."

This wordplay-like explanation made Bo Ling show a wry smile—OK, you can explain it however you like.

"Let's go," Lan Zhijun seemed to be in a good mood, he turned around and faced the door of the hall, "It's rare to come out, I'll take you to another place in Baihuaya."

Bai Ling didn't refuse, but quickly jumped off the chair and followed Lan Zhijun's pace.

From her feet to the exit, there was always a distance of four or five steps between her and the person in front of her.

Looking at Lan Zhijun's back from this distance, Bo Ling suddenly felt that the indifference of the playful world she saw in Lin Jieyu before seemed to have a source.

……

Lan Zhijun should not come out of the Golden Pavilion often.

From the reaction of everyone seeing Lan Zhijun, Bo Ling quickly came to this judgment.

Along the way, there are turtle claws and maids making a fuss everywhere—some of them are dumbfounded, some of them take a few steps back, and even bump into people nearby by accident. Those minions are quite different.

When they went downstairs together, Bo Ling also met many dancers who had just returned from washing and had not yet put on makeup.Almost the first time these girls met Lan Zhijun, they covered their faces in panic, and then ran away.

From a distance, Bai Ling heard the endlessly eager "Lan Zhijun is coming downstairs!" from the depths of the corridor.

Bo Ling's throat moved slightly—is it necessary...

In fact, there are.

Walking on the main road of Baihuaya with Lan Zhijun is a very high rate of return.Even when Lan Zhijun had put on a mask that covered the upper half of his face when he left the Lanzihao, it was the same.

Among the people wandering the streets of Baihuaya at the moment, not everyone recognizes the owner of Lanzihao.

At the place where Bai Ling and Lan Zhijun passed by, there were still whispers from all around, and many people were asking the nearby shop boy who this handsome young man was.

The boys looked impatient, thinking that these unreasonable and free visitors would delay their business - obviously, the boys were not surprised by this.

Bai Ling couldn't help re-examining Lan Zhijun's profile.

Perhaps because of the similar temperament between Lan Zhijun and Heng Yuanjun, she unconsciously raised her defenses when she first saw Lan Zhijun.

Beauty is indeed a natural weapon, it is true for women, and it is also true for men...

Fortunately, there was no tail phoenix standing upstairs and smashing the sachet down here, Bai Ling suddenly thought with emotion, otherwise with Lan Zhijun's face, he would probably be implicated and smashed all over his head.

"Where is Lan Zhijun taking me?" Bai Ling asked softly.

"Don't ask, you'll know when you arrive."

The corner of Bo Ling's mouth sank... Is there any trick in this?

It rained in the second half of the night yesterday. The further you go, the more places there will be water on the road. Bai Ling carefully avoided them. She looked around with a bit of playfulness. This is a place she has never walked before. A road, she does not know where the end will lead to.

Suddenly, Bai Ling heard a few shouts from a distance.

The voice was halfway across the street, so the content couldn't be heard clearly, but from the intense energy of you coming and going, it was easy to tell that it was a few people arguing.

Sure enough, continuing to move forward, Lan Zhijun and Bai Ling saw that the road ahead was blocked three floors in and three floors away by the crowd watching the excitement.

Lan Zhijun stopped in his tracks, turned around, and signaled Bai Ling to follow him in the other direction, "This way."

"Wait..." Bai Ling frowned.

The voice in front of her really made her feel a little familiar - the hasty glance from last night suddenly reappeared in her mind.

"I want to go ahead and have a look." Bo Ling said suddenly.

(End of this chapter)