imperial psychologist

Chapter 555 The Night Banquet
How could Zheng Mi not understand this truth.

Whenever there is a decree, there is always room for one or two sacred intentions to be changed between the lines... If the emperor changes his mind and lets it go, then everyone will be happy, but even if the emperor still has resentment in his heart, he can still write articles. Send someone to take Bo Ling back to prison.

Without a will, it is a pool of stagnant water.

"Bai Ling's identity is really special... On the contrary, you can't treat him with common sense." Zhang Shouzhong said with deep eyes, "There are still many things in Beijing that depend on Mr. Zheng, you...don't do anything stupid."

Zheng Mi smiled wryly, what Zhang Shouzhong said really looked up to him.

He boasted that the officialdom has been ups and downs for many years, all thanks to a pair of insightful eyes that can tell the truth from the wrong, how could he not see the undercurrents behind this incident.

In the past four years, Emperor Shengming's deeds can be called a generation of heroes... Only in this matter, there is no reason at all.

The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, who knows what kind of thoughts the emperor has?Maybe he just wanted to see Bai Ling fall into a filthy place and see her being abused by others, so letting go can dispel the hatred in his heart?

If they are ministers who are recklessly touched against the scales, when the matter gets involved again, they don't know what kind of waves will be caused...

Thinking of the group of little girls whose prices were clearly marked in the May Crescent Shop, Zheng Mi shivered involuntarily.

There was silence in the room. When Zhang Shouzhong cleared the table and thought about giving Zheng Mi another word of advice, he found that Zheng Mi had left and he was the only one left in the room.

Zhang Shouzhong sat down at the table expressionlessly.

The solitary lamp on the table reflected his face.

He suddenly had some doubts, whether he was wrong in his idea of ​​letting Bo Ling go to Baihuaya——was the path he chose for Bo Ling more cruel and difficult than a clean death?
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The night banquet is in the golden cage at the highest point of Baihuaya.

It wasn't until this moment that Bo Ling knew that the Huayao family was not the only one that appeared here tonight—she was sent by the Lanzihao tonight, and she was the only candidate.

The Golden Silk Cage is a circular high platform. It was not until I entered here that I realized that there are two layers inside and outside, separated by a glazed wall like water waves in the middle.

To get to the banquet, you have to go around half a circle from the outside of the golden silk cage, and then you can see the entrance steps leading to the inside.

Berlin walked very slowly.

She stretched out her hand and gently caressed the fences that looked like golden bones, her gaze kept on looking at the night sky outside the golden cage.

Tonight, the moon is high and the night is like water. The night view at the height of Baihuaya has never disappointed.

"Girl, I'm missing you, go in quickly." The maid behind reminded.

Bo Ling raised the corner of her mouth, turned and walked towards the steps covered with a thick and soft red carpet. Behind her, a long flower pendulum fell to the ground.

From the moment she entered the door, the eyes of everyone at the banquet did not move away from Bo Ling.

Tonight, Bai Ling's makeup is very grand, like a bride to be married.

The opening of her blouse is wide open, and her entire shoulder is exposed. There is no painting around the dark tattoo on the left shoulder, and it is extremely eye-catching between the skin on the shoulder and neck, like a drop of ink stained on the snow, very dazzling.

On the chest, a golden lark brooch fastens the cross collars on both sides.

She sat down slowly under the guidance of the maid. Bai Ling didn't raise her eyes the whole time, and kept nodding slightly. People couldn't tell whether the blush on her face was due to rouge or her shyness.

The men involuntarily straightened their backs.

There were a total of ten dark low tables at the banquet, that is to say, there were ten guests, but there were only four girls in the cage tonight.

The girls don't have a special seat, they only have a beautiful cushion, and they kneel and sit there like everyone else, without food or drink.

A pitch-black low table in a golden silk cage will cost a lot of money. Chun Po did not tell Bo Ling about the exact amount, but she glanced at the clothes of the people here and the jade ornaments hanging around their waists from the corner of her eye. One knew that no matter how much the price was, it was probably an insignificant expense for the distinguished guests here.

To be able to sit here, guests rely not only on financial resources.

On the list Chun Po gave to Boling earlier, they carefully studied the identities of these nobles, most of them were uncles living in Pingjing, county kings, high officials going to Beijing, and their sons.

Bo Ling couldn't help feeling that Pingjing really deserved to be the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Thinking of how long she had stayed in the palace, she had never even heard of many duke names here, let alone their sons. .

Not long after, the sound of silk and bamboo, the banquet started, and the men began to chat.

Even though the gimmick of this night banquet was the girls who showed up, in the golden cage, they were always just some condiments dotted in between.

The nights in Baihuaya will always belong to the men who spend money like water here—Chun Po even said that sometimes there will be a situation during the banquet, that is, there will be a distinguished guest who is extremely difficult to visit on weekdays, so the night banquet is full of people. Hard to find.

That's not for the girls, but for the future of the men themselves.

But there was no such person at the banquet tonight.

Bai Ling glanced at the seats present again—and soon found that a low table was empty. She frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't recall the person sitting there for a while, so she simply put the matter aside for the time being .

The girls listened to the men talking about hunting, calligraphy and painting, and the war in the northern border, and then inserted a sentence or two at the right time.

Also according to Chun Po's statement - when men get together, in front of each other, their attitude towards women is mostly reserved, no matter how much they like them, they will not show a gesture of approaching them actively.

The initiative at this time is actually in the hands of the girls.

From the one or two sentences of chatting and the response of taking the initiative to pour wine, the girls can slightly judge the interest of the person in front of them, and then decide whether to continue to sit next to this person.

Following the previous instruction, Bo Ling did not get up to pour wine for anyone, but kept paying attention to a young county king and a middle-aged eunuch sitting nearby.

Whoever's glass is empty, she will go forward to fill it for them, and she will never be the one who speaks first.

It wasn't until someone looked at her and asked with some uncertainty, "Are you ... the Bailing girl from the Lan brand?", Bai Ling smiled and nodded, asking the other party's identity.

After starting the conversation, the rest of the conversation went much more smoothly.

There is something that Chun Po probably didn’t think about. Although such a big banquet is not a scene that Bo Ling is good at dealing with, when there are only two or three people in the conversation, she can almost control the topic like a fish in water.

Bai Ling seldom brought up any new topics, but retreated slightly, leading the old eunuch to chat with the young county king, and she sat and listened.

The banquet has just begun, and everyone maintains a somewhat unfamiliar courtesy.

(End of this chapter)