imperial psychologist

Chapter 560
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the maid holding the silver was even more surprised, "Dawn? Miss you..."

Another maid hurriedly interrupted, "Okay, don't talk about it, what's wrong with the girl just buying auspicious luck?"

As she spoke, she pushed the people beside her out, and said softly, "Go quickly."

After a while, Bo Ling had completely undone her bun, and her long hair was hanging down. She lowered her head and tied them into a bundle with a hair rope.

"If the house is tidied up, you can go out too." Bo Ling said to the mirror, "There is no need to keep anyone to wait here."

The maid behind him hesitated slightly, "I'd better keep it, after all, the girl will run out of hot water later, and she has to—"

"Just put the used hot water there, and you don't need to pour it out." Bo Ling removed the earrings on both sides, and the tasseled silver pendant made a rustling sound in her palm, "Go out."

"This..." The maid blinked, "Girl, let me ask, is this an order from Grandma Chun?"

"What?" Bai Ling turned to look at the maid, "What's the matter with Mrs. Chun?"

"If...if it wasn't for Mrs. Chun's orders, you'd better keep us watching."

"It's Lan Zhijun's order." Bai Ling turned around again, and wrote lightly, "If you don't believe it, you can go to Lan Zhijun to verify it."

Several people were stunned for a moment, and when they heard Lan Zhijun's name, they were speechless for a while.

They repeatedly checked the soft pillows on the bed in the back room, and after making sure that everything that should be there was in place, they exited the door.

Before leaving, one of them said softly, "Girl, according to the rules, we still have to stay outside and call us if something happens."

"Yes." Bo Ling nodded, "Thanks for your hard work."

After the maids left, the first thing Bo Ling did was to extinguish the incense in the house.

She moved the incense burner to the window, and opened the window for ventilation.

After taking off all the nobile jewelry, Bo Ling washed all the rouge and gouache off his face with hot water.

Rolling up her sleeves, Bo Ling opened the closet, and she took a cursory glance. There were no outer robes that could be changed, only a few white undershirts and embroidered bellybands.

Bo Ling sighed, as expected of the wardrobe here...

She picked out a thin apron, used it as a mask to cover the lower half of her face, and then started to remove all the water-red gauze curtains in the room, and stuffed them into the cabinet.

Without these red tents, the atmosphere in the room immediately seemed less ambiguous.

Also cleaned up by Berlin were the lampshades of several candle lamps on the table—the lampshades were wrapped in crimson gauze and embroidered with blossoming red plums.

After removing the lampshade, the light in the room also returned from the previous light pink to bright yellow.

The maid outside heard the voice and asked Bo Ling what he was doing several times. Bo Ling only said that he was cleaning up the house and did not let anyone in.

She turned over the snail-red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water and put it back on again, and put the Clivia in full bloom in the room to the corner; even the pictures of beauties hanging on the wall, Bo Ling also removed them one by one and hid them in the cabinet.

Beside the bedroom in the inner room, Bo Ling also saw a torch and a pair of long red candles—this is probably a spring festival idea.

Bo Ling also put away the pair of red candles, and then took out an ordinary short lighting candle from a storage drawer somewhere, and put it next to the table for later use.

After doing these things, Bai Ling was sweating all over, she simply changed into a shirt, and sat in the room waiting.

After about a quarter of an hour, Bo Ling walked to the door, "Isn't the Prince here yet?"

"Girl, don't worry," the maid outside said softly through the door, "General banquets don't end immediately after the apricot cake is served, and the Prince's side will take a while."

Bo Ling smiled, yes, it wasn't true that she was sent to the bridal chamber after three prostrations, and bought the most expensive girl in Lan Zihao at the moment, so how could she not flaunt it outside for a while.

After a while, the maid who went downstairs also came back, and brought a message that Wang Duan had finished the banquet in the golden silk cage and was coming this way.

Bo Ling stood in the room, she held the dagger she had been hiding behind her waist for the last time, then let go of her hand, and Kong stabbed directly in front of her with her fist.

She heard the sound of her joints, and the sudden sound of the wind from her sleeves, which was the most direct sense of security.

……

"She definitely didn't mean to obey!"

Inside the Golden Pavilion, Feng Qi's face turned slightly blue.

At this moment, there were only three people in the pavilion: Lan Zhijun, Feng Qi, and one person standing in front of them, ten slender youths in black night clothes.

Feng Qi took a step forward and asked again, "Is there really nothing in her hand? Could it be that she has a dagger hidden on her body?"

"I don't know," Slender Changqing replied in a youthful voice, "Her clothes are already loose. I checked for a while, but I couldn't be sure."

Feng Qi looked at Lan Zhijun, "This Bai Ling has a previous record of assassination—"

Lan Zhijun glanced at Feng Qi very lightly, Feng Qi suddenly realized that this should not be mentioned in front of others, so she immediately turned her head and said, "Don't stay here, go back and watch, if If Bo Ling makes any rash moves, you must stop immediately, do you hear me?"

The slender young man raised his eyes, "Do you still need to come back to tell the progress to the two of you in the middle?"

"No need." Lan Zhijun said softly, "If nothing happens, you can just stay there and come back at dawn to report together."

The man got the order and walked out quietly.

"Lan Jun..." Feng Qi looked at the people around him again.

"I don't think she meant to burn jade and stone together." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Let's not talk about the young master of the Zhang family tonight...she just used my name to pay all the maids, isn't that just to attract attention? Am I paying attention?"

Feng Qi frowned, "Maybe she just expected those maids not to bother you with such trivial matters?"

"Then why does she have to drink Wang Duan's bowl of wine tonight?" Lan Zhijun walked slowly to a place of orchid grass, "Just let those people make a fuss, and she fanned the flames and made everyone break up unhappy. Not better."

Feng Qi's eyes hesitated.

"It's a bit strange to remove the curtains and lampshades..." Lan Zhijun laughed, "But since you have arranged for people to watch over there, what are you afraid of?"

"...But even if she doesn't succeed in the end, as long as she hurts the guest—"

"You broke in and arrested her now, saying that it was for Wang Duan's safety, and he might think that Lan Zihao was deliberately cheating him of money." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Wait a little longer."

……

The night was deeper.

From the moment Wang Duan walked into the room in Boling, the people below started their timing.

There was Turtle Claw sitting on the opposite side of that room, leaning against the corridor, holding a white flag half as tall as a person in his hand.According to the rules, whenever Wang Duan comes out, he immediately puts on the red flag.

The time for two cups of tea passed, but the white flag remained motionless.

(End of this chapter)