imperial psychologist

Chapter 561
In the middle of the night, a group of men in different clothes looked at the white flag in the open-air tea house in Baihuaya.

The time for the four cups of tea was half an hour, and seeing that the time for another cup of tea had passed, everyone couldn't sit still, and stood up one after another to look around.

Half an hour is coming soon, and the faces of those who bet on "an hour" have long been a little happy, but they are holding back their smiles, for fear that Wang Duan will come out and slap them in the face at the last moment. They all secretly sat on the benches in the tea house and peeked at the white flag.

"jingle".

As soon as the bell upstairs rang, the shouting and cursing downstairs suddenly boiled - it was half an hour!
Wang Duan didn't come out!

The rest of the dozen or so men who had been betting for an hour stood up proudly.

Tonight, about [-]% to [-]% of the people bet their money on half an hour, and [-]% to [-]% on one hour. Now for the latter, the situation is already a sure-fire deal.To say that Wang Duan stayed in a girl's room for more than half an hour tonight is really eye-popping.

"But after all, that's the one who bought 10 taels of Lan Zihao." One person laughed, "How do you compare this Bailing with other girls in the past? If you want me, I will hug and kiss a few more. What white silver!"

"Gold, gold!" another said.

"Are you short of money like you when you are a prince?" Someone laughed again, "If you want me to say, he should have met a girl who can trip him up, how can he be so chic all the time—"

"That's right, he hasn't come to Baihuaya much during this period of time, the last time he came back was half a month ago."

"It must be suffocating! Hahahahaha!"

Everyone was laughing, and the teahouse was full of joyful atmosphere.

Just in the blink of an eye, the time limit of one hour is almost up, and there seems to be no movement in Wang Duan and Bai Ling's room.

Only then did the expressions of the onlookers freeze.

What's going on with Wang Duan tonight? It's been an hour and he's still staying in the girl's room?
It can't be... really have to wait another hour, right?

Those with good intentions ran to check again, how many people bet on "Two Hours" and "Daybreak"-there were four in the former, and only one in the latter.

Everyone tensed their faces, secretly surprised—not to mention those who have gone back to sleep tonight and will come to see the results tomorrow, just estimate the number of people guarding here tonight, there are at least three people in the gambling pool. 400 taels of silver.

According to the current odds, even if these four people bought the lowest "[-] Wen" at the beginning, it is still a considerable sum of money by now.

As for the friend who bet until "dawn"... Although the possibility of this is even lower, if this person really wins the bet, then the final profit will really be "one against a hundred".

The longer the time goes by, the less torment you will have to wait for. To some extent, if everyone loses, then it doesn't seem like a big deal for you to lose too. It's just that everyone is curious about the new Lan who appeared tonight. The name Bailing, what new tricks did he play in the house to be able to haunt Wang Duan for such a long time.

In the second half of the night, the number of people on the street gradually decreased. Thinking that other people would sit outside and wait for a moment in the spring night at a high place, but also lose money, people didn’t want to go through this hard work any more, and scattered like birds and beasts.

Turtle Claw, who hung a white flag high above and squatted guard, yawned himself.

Two hours passed quickly, and the east gradually glowed with the faint morning light.

In Baihuaya, where the lights were gradually extinguished, there were still many cool eyes staring at Wang Duan's room last night.

About a moment later, the maids outside heard a noise coming from inside, and Bo Ling called them to bring some hot water for tea.

The maids stood guard all night, and they even pressed their ears to the wooden door several times, but they also didn't hear the sound they expected.

After receiving the summons from Bo Ling, several people took action immediately—they just took this opportunity to step into the house that no one else had been in or out of all night.

As soon as they entered the door, the maids faintly felt that something was wrong.

The house seems a little too clean...

"Let's put the water here." Bo Ling pointed to the table, "You go and order the servants to prepare the car, the prince is about to go back."

"Ah...Understood." The maid bowed her head in response.

While answering, the maid glanced at Bai Ling and Wang Duan in the room from the corner of her eye.

At this moment, Bo Ling is sitting at the table, while Wang Duan is facing away from them, standing alone by the window and looking into the distance, without saying a word.

The two of them seemed to have already got dressed, Bai Ling's long hair was still tied casually like last night, and Wang Duan was still wearing a crown with his hair tied up like last night - did he still ask Bai Ling to comb his hair for him? Big deal...

This is really like what ordinary couples would do.

Just as she was about to step back, the maid glanced at the candlestick on the table inadvertently, and she suddenly frowned—the small bowl under the candlestick seemed to be filled with melted and re-solidified white wax.

The ordinary short wax in Baihuaya can burn for an hour at most, and it looks like this small bowl is almost full...

Did the candles here burn all night?
If this is the case, then the two of them were in this room last night...

"Why are you still standing there?" Wang Duan turned his face slightly, "Didn't you hear that you were asked to prepare the car?"

"Ah, let's go." The maid replied quickly.

She exited the house and closed the door from the outside.

As soon as the door was closed, the other maids on both sides came up to her and asked her what was going on inside the door. She frowned and told them to keep their voices down, careful not to be overheard by the room.

After a few people took a few steps outside, the maids still gathered together, with curious smiles on their faces, "Tell me, what's going on inside?"

"Go and tell the young man at Prince Wang's house first, prepare the car, he is going back to the mansion." The maid said.

So the other person immediately trotted downstairs to find someone with her skirt in hand. Before leaving, she made an appointment to ask her companion to tell her the details of the inside.

After watching her companion leave, the maid said what she saw in the back room just now.

But there was one more detail that she wasn't sure about, so she didn't tell anyone - when Wang Duanfang urged her to leave quickly, he seemed to have a slightly nasal voice, which sounded...as if he had cried.

It's ridiculous too.

The inner room was quiet again, and no sound could be heard. The maids waited outside for a while, and then took the initiative to ask Bo Ling and Wang Duan in the inner room if they wanted hot water to wash, and the small kitchen in Lan Zihao prepared breakfast...but all of these were obtained. "No" answer.

In a blink of an eye, it was already bright.

Wang Duan finally walked out of Boling's house with a solemn expression, his eyes did not rest on anyone, he quickly walked to the stairs at the end of the road, and then left without looking back.

……

In the Golden Pavilion, Lan Zhijun was already sitting at the table, and he looked at the spies who had returned to the Golden Pavilion.

"You mean they talked all night?"

(End of this chapter)