imperial psychologist

Chapter 545 One Trick

Wei Ying grinned slightly, "Did Shisi tell you the story of his master?"

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and smiled.

On weekdays, Fourteen rarely even talked about Wei Ying... let alone his teacher.

Hearing this answer, Wei Ying looked a little shocked - obviously in his impression, it was impossible for a person to hold back such an interesting thing.

"Well, his master is also my master, and his surname is Yu." Wei Ying asked Bai Ling to continue practicing while drinking.

"Is it someone famous in the 'Jianghu'?"

"Of course not," Wei Ying replied softly, "It can be said that he is unknown, Yu An, have you heard of this name?"

Burling shook his head.

"I've talked about his old man's past with Fourteen and Han Chong before... I won't talk about anything else, just talk about the move you are learning now." Wei Ying whispered, "This is not even a single move. Not counting, because in principle, you can use any posture to assassinate the person in front of you in any scene.

"Just lunge forward and you'll be fine."

As he said that, Wei Ying raised his hand and made a similar movement. His wrist was flexible and turned around, and the wine in the glass was not even spilled.

He looked at Bai Ling, "This is the most commonly used and proudest method of my master. With this move, he never misses. So my master later named him 'Yu Yi Zhao'. This name It's louder than his real name... but not many people probably know it."

"One move..." Bo Ling repeated in a murmur. It sounded like it was a person who needed one move to control the enemy and take someone's life. She asked uncertainly, "Master... Is he also a secret guard?"

"It used to be, but it's not anymore." Wei Ying said softly, "Secret guards can't do this job for long... Well, it's going too far!"

Wei Ying stood up with his hands on his knees, "His best skills are not in swordsmanship or saber skills, but standing there, he looks like an ordinary person, even a little frail... No one would Guard against a man like him."

"There are no calluses on his hands?" Bai Ling asked.

"Of course," Wei Ying said softly, he raised his two hands and gestured, "His hands are like a pair of women's hands."

Bo Ling also looked at Wei Ying's five fingers, and said softly, "Master Wei's calluses seem to be quite heavy..."

Wei Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, and put her hands away, "I'm not in the palace anymore, I can do what I want and like... What's the problem?"

Bo Ling inserted the short knife back behind her back, and she looked down at her two palms.

"...So that's how it is." She murmured in a low voice, "Master Wei said that, so I understand."

"Understand what?"

"It does suit me well to understand what you've taught me."

Bai Ling stood up again with a lunge, and although the path of her blade looked far from clean now, she was indeed becoming proficient.

"By the way, there is one more thing," Wei Ying said leisurely, "I'm going to take a long trip recently, and I won't be back until June."

"Understood." Bo Ling said softly, "I will practice harder."

"Huh?" Wei Ying coughed lightly, "Is there nothing else you want to discuss with me?"

"If the master refers to my appearance at the Lanzihao at the end of the month, then no." Bai Ling replied seriously, with sweat dripping on her face, with a bit of calmness in her chest.

Bo Ling stopped his movements, "Several people have asked me what I plan to do when the time comes...the impermanence book left by Fourteen is enough to deal with these things."

"Really?" Wei Ying frowned slightly, "What do you want to do?"

Bai Ling quickly turned around and drew the knife, the blade accurately pierced a point in the void, then she took a step back and inserted the knife back into her waist again.

"Go back to my old job." She said softly.

……

After the day's practice, Bo Ling sat on a high place and rested alone for a while as usual.

Wei Wei waited until she felt that the night breeze was a bit cold, and then she slowly walked down the ladder here.

After returning to her floor, Bo Ling saw a woman in a unique dress waiting at the door of her house.

In summer, that man was very pretty in a topless skirt.She leaned on the porch pillar in front of the door a little bored, and she was a graceful scene when she was still.

The man soon saw Boling too, so he turned around and walked towards Boling.

"Are you the Boling girl?"

The four eyes met, and Bo Ling read a bit of obvious contempt from the other party's eyes.

Even though it was the first time they met, she clearly felt that the person in front of her seemed to hold great hostility towards her...

Bai Ling didn't answer right away, her gaze quickly passed over the person in front of her.

Under the clavicle of this strange woman, there was no trace of branding on the fat-like skin. It can be seen that the woman in front of her is not a singer and dancer who has been reduced to Baihuaya.

But Bo Ling immediately saw a token of Lanzifang hanging from her waist, which was a pass for entering and exiting the building after nightfall.

It should be the few maids in the Lanzi who can enter and leave the Golden Pavilion.

In addition, she came up and called out the honorific "you"... Is this the person next to Lan Zhijun?
"I am." Bo Ling replied, "Is this sister here to look for me?"

"Yes, a few days ago, Miss Tuolan Zhijun was looking for someone, and this matter has already begun." The man said softly, "Lan Zhijun has something tonight, and I am here to convey it for him."

Bai Ling's eyes lit up almost immediately.

"Found it? Where is she?"

"Miss, tell me where you went tonight first?" The woman looked suspiciously, "You should know that you are not allowed to leave the territory of Lan Zi unless you have a pass card with Lan Zi in hand." Half a step. Especially now at night, if you go running outside alone, accidents are easy to happen."

As she said that, she reached out and poked Bo Ling's left shoulder. Although it was through the clothes, Bo Ling knew that the other party was referring to her fancy size, which seemed to remind her to pay attention to her identity.

Seeing that Bo Ling didn't respond, the maid added coldly, "Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

"Understood," Bo Ling didn't reply, she staggered her eyes, and said softly, "But I didn't run around, but went to the roof to blow air."

"Rooftop?" The maid froze for a moment.

"Yes," Bai Ling nodded, "Lan Zhijun should know about it."

"Okay," the maid regained her composure, "I'll check with Lan Zhijun, now, follow me."

It was this sentence that Bai Ling was waiting for, and she couldn't help but smile a little on her face.

"Are we looking for Baoyuan?"

"I don't know Bao Yuan." The maid replied coldly, "But if you mean the woman you want to find, then yes. Her name is Li Mian."

A flash of surprise flashed across Bai Ling's eyes—she frowned again. Bao Yuan was indeed named only with the word 'Mian', but Bai Ling remembered that her surname was not Li.

On the night when the Juanji Division looked at the files of everyone in Chengqian Palace, she had seen Baoyuan's original name, and Baoyuan's surname was Qiao.

"What's wrong?" The maid looked at Bai Ling's expression, "Isn't it right?"

"Please lead the way." Bo Ling raised his hand, motioning for the maid in front of him to lead the way, "...By the way, what should I call you?"

"You don't need to know how to address me." The man had already turned around, "Anyway, we won't have a chance to meet each other in the future."

(End of this chapter)