imperial psychologist

Chapter 552 Fengqi
Just now in the carriage, he couldn't wait to open the chess book sealed in the hard paper bag and read through it. After a brief glance, he felt that it must be written by Mr. Heng Yuan.

At this moment, the authenticity has not yet been determined, and he is already sitting at the table, not caring about changing the shoes and socks that are wet by the rain, and flipping through the pages one by one.

……

Not long after, Bo Ling sat at the table in his residence, looking at the slightly anxious maid in front of him.

It was only in the evening that they said that there would probably not be any chance to meet again in the future, and it was less than an hour before Wanwan wanted to part, the two of them said goodbye.

"I haven't forgotten." In the room, Bai Ling looked peaceful, and she said softly, "It's just that I didn't promise when Lan Zhijun would give it to him before. Why is he in such a hurry today?"

The maid sneered, "This is what Lan Zhijun ordered, and it's not your turn to ask why."

"Why is it not my turn?" Bai Ling looked up at the person in front of him, "We made a bet earlier, and we have different opinions on whether we win or lose. I won, and I didn't have to give anything at first, but he was really curious. , that's why I promised to do it when I have time... This is my kindness first, and Lan Zhijun himself accepts this kindness, so he won't force me."

The maid narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice was lowered, and she was somewhat restrained and annoyed, "...What the hell is it?"

Bo Ling put his hand on the maid's shoulder and slowly pushed her back.

"Did Lan Zhijun ask you to come and remind you, but didn't tell you what he wants?" Bai Ling said softly.

The maid frowned, "Mr. Lan...has his own thoughts, and that's not something I should be beaking!"

Bo Ling wiped his face lightly, wiping away the saliva splashed on his face by the maid.

"In that case, your Mr. Lan may not want you to know too much, so I will... let's not talk about it." Bai Ling smiled, "You can go back and tell him, I will think about it tonight and talk about it tomorrow .”

The maid stood there stunned, "I've never seen a newcomer to Lan Zihao dare to be as arrogant as you—"

Bai Ling looked away, she got up and stood up, and moved to the door near her room.

"Stop!" The maid chased after him in a few steps, and grabbed Bai Ling's arm.

"It's better to let go, sister, I'll dislocate you later..." Bo Ling pulled his hand away, "Not to mention my appearance at the end of the month, just say that if I can't hold the pen in these two days, what Lan Jun wants... ...will have to delay."

For the word "Lan Jun", Bai Ling bit a little harder than the other words, and the maid faintly felt that Bai Ling's words were a little bit teasing, but also seemed a little threatening.

So she readjusted her breathing, looked at Bai Ling in front of her again, and her voice returned to its original coldness.

"Don't laugh at me, do you know who I am?"

Bo Ling sighed, "I asked, but my sister refused to tell me."

The maid frowned even tighter, "I am Feng Qi serving in the Golden Pavilion."

A moment of silence.

Sure enough, Bo Ling had never heard of this name before, and she didn't understand the meaning behind it. She just nodded and repeated it, as if to remember the name better.

"Well, I've made a note." Bai Ling looked at her again, "Is there anything else about Feng Qi?"

Feng Qi looked at the girl in front of her who didn't know what to do, although she was furious, she still kept a frosty expression on her face.

"Your friend who lives in Hua Lane, Mr. Lan left it to me to take care of you." Feng Qi raised her eyebrows slightly, "You'd better think about it—"

"Since my sister is serving in the Golden Pavilion, I think she should be the person next to Lan Zhijun, who knows how to measure." Bo Ling lowered his eyes and smiled, "In the future, I may see Lan Zhijun often, and I will probably see you often too. .It is unavoidable to take care of each other, I will weigh it carefully."

Feng Qi sneered, but she didn't say "Are you worthy?" after all, she just smiled and walked up and down in front of Bai Ling.

Under the water-red gauze skirt, Feng Qi had slender legs, and Bo Ling vaguely saw the silhouette and the exposed slight spring, and thought of Lin Jieyu for some reason.

After a long time, Feng Qi smiled softly, "I remember you, Bo Ling."

Bo Ling also smiled, and bowed slightly towards her.

"It's getting late, I'm going to rest today, Feng Qi should go back early."

Then, Bo Ling closed the door of his bedroom from the inside.

After closing the door, she didn't continue to go in, but waited for a while in the dimly lit room, listening to the movement outside - Feng Qi obviously didn't leave, she stood outside the door of Bo Ling and stared at the scene Daomen stared at it for a while, then lifted his skirt and left.

After the footsteps faded away, Bo Ling opened the door again.

Looking at the hall door swaying with the night wind, Bo Ling folded his arms in his arms, really puzzled.

She had an intuition: the voluptuous beauty who served in Lan Zhijun's Golden Pavilion probably regarded herself as some kind of potential threat.

But what can be threatened - are you still afraid that she will climb onto Lan Zhijun's bed?
Just crazy.

……

Early the next morning, Song Qing packed her daily change of clothes, and the two of them ate her last breakfast together before going to the Liyuan, and then Bo Ling watched her go downstairs briskly under the escort of Turtle Claw.

Today, Berlin's daily schedule is very regular.

If this was not Baihuaya, then Boling would probably be very satisfied with his current life.

After Ai Songqing left, she began her long-lost life of almost living alone.

During the day, every hour of her life is fully arranged. Lanzihao has its own specially hired six-art masters. The "six arts" here are quite different from the family education of nobles such as Liyue Sheyu. It is Lanzihao's own set of procedures. Standard - calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, gin, wine and tea, roughly the same.

And the mother-in-law who taught boudoir art was arranged to come here after dark in a timely manner.

She didn't say her name, but said that people here called her "Chun Po".

Chun Po was born with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and would have dinner with Bai Ling first, and the two talked and laughed happily during the dinner, as if they had been friends for a long time.

However, as Chun Po said, this is also the experience she has summed up over the years-it is still necessary to gain the trust of the girls first, and then the girls have the nerve to ask if there is anything they don't understand in the process.Otherwise, it was Chun Po who was talking all the time, the girl blushed and didn't know where to put her hands.

"You're pretty good!" Spring Po smiled and said, "Many girls, I took out the erotic pictures, and before I said what it was, they were so ashamed that they looked at them with embarrassment. Really easy."

"Does Chun Po teach each girl individually?" Bai Ling was a little surprised, "Then how can I teach it?"

"Of course it doesn't need to be like this for every one of them." Chun Po smiled, "Only girls who have reached the stage of appearance can be trained by me."

(End of this chapter)