imperial psychologist

Chapter 563 A Request

Feng Qi came back, and just about to speak, Lan Zhijun said softly, "Needless to say, I heard everything."

"Then I'll go take a look."

"Don't worry about it for a while," Lan Zhijun turned to look at the spies, "What else did they say after that?"

"What Wang Duan said was mostly grievances in his youth, nothing else." The spy said softly, "I said earlier that Wang Duan was very emotional, and this is also the part, but Lan Zhijun should not be interested in listening."

Lan Zhijun smiled, "Indeed not."

After the spies left, Feng Qi wanted to make another pot of tea for Lan Zhijun, but Lan Zhijun called her to stop——Lan Zhijun still prefers to make tea by himself.

"Lan Jun." Feng Qi whispered, "Bai Ling is so dishonest, how do you think it is more appropriate to deal with her?"

"..." Lan Zhijun didn't respond, he just looked down at the tea in the pot, "Why did you deal with her?"

"She broke the rules." Feng Qi immediately said, "The benefactor paid a lot of money, but she played such a trick on the first night to keep the guests away. If the news gets out—"

"Who are you going to show her to?"

"Of course it's for Wang Duan, and other guests who are interested in Boling." Feng Qi quickly replied.

"Then do you think Wang Duan wants us to deal with Bo Ling now?"

Feng Qi could feel that Lan Zhijun's voice was already a little impatient.

But she thought for a while, and still insisted, "Wang Duan is satisfied today, so maybe he won't suddenly change his mind in the next few days? Although this man is rich, he acts like a lowly man. If he first uses the excuse to come and make trouble, we will be passive instead. "

Feng Xi paused, and then said, "And this precedent, we must not set it——If in the future, the girls of my Lan brand name, everyone thinks that they will use their smooth tongue and soft words that they don't know the so-called If we can coax the guests around, wouldn't the reputation of our Lanzi shop in Baihuaya become a joke?"

"Really," Lan Zhijun said softly, "I feel that people's hearts are like water, and there is nothing constant."

Feng Qi looked at Lan Zhijun, "What does Lan Zhijun mean, don't you care?"

"Don't worry about it," he said with a soft laugh, "two boxes of silver are blocking the gate of our Lanzi shop, don't worry about it, can we still do business today?"

After all, Lan Zhijun also quickly walked out of the Golden Pavilion, standing in the corridor outside, looking at the quiet Lanzi Building in the early morning.

He was silent for a moment, and then walked quickly through the side of the corridor with big strides. Feng Qi didn't even have time to ask Lan Zhijun what he was going to do, so he could only silently follow behind him.

Feng Qi didn't realize that Lan Zhijun was going to the room where Bo Ling spent the night before the two of them turned around the two hanging bridge corridors.

Sure enough, after a while, both of them stood outside the door of Boling.

Although the door of the house was open, there was a maid standing outside guarding it. When they saw Lan Zhijun coming here in person, they were startled for a while, and then quickly bowed their heads to salute, "Lan Zhijun!"

"Is Burling in there?"

"Yes," the maids nodded repeatedly, and quickly added, "Miss Bai Ling fell asleep as soon as Mr. Wang left."

"Call her up." Lan Zhijun said softly.

He walked slowly into the living room where Wang Duan and Bo Ling chatted all night last night.

——As the spies said, after removing those red tents and spring paintings, the whole room was indeed much cleaner.

Lan Zhijun pulled out a stool, sat down at the table and waited quietly.

After a while, Bo Ling walked out from behind the screen yawning, his face obviously looked haggard.

"Lan Zhijun." Bo Ling nodded slightly to Lan Zhijun, "Good morning."

"You go out first." Lan Zhijun said to a few maids nearby, and then looked at Feng Qi alone, "Go out and watch them, don't let anyone come near here."

As soon as Feng Qi agreed, he hesitated a little—is Lan Zhijun also driving her out of here?

She glanced at Bo Ling with some concern, and then closed the door from the outside.

The house was quiet again.

Bai Ling said in a warm voice, "What's the matter? Lan Zhijun wants to come over in person."

Lan Zhijun raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her, and saw that Bai Ling's eyes were slightly red because of sleepiness. At this time, her long hair was loose, and she tied it in a bunch behind her neck with a hair rope—obviously she just got up from the bed .

"What did you do here last night?" Lan Zhijun asked.

"Pick up the guest." Bo Ling replied softly, "My first benefactor."

Lan Zhijun smiled, raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, then whispered, "No, you didn't take it."

"What's the difference?" Bai Ling tilted his head slightly, "Lan Zhijun is just a businessman, as long as I have the ability to earn you this money, why do you care what method I use... Mr. Wang Duan , should be very satisfied with me."

"Of course... But what I'm curious about is, did you do the same thing when you healed the noble concubine in the inner palace?"

"Yes." Bai Ling nodded.

Lan Zhijun was somewhat surprised by Bai Ling's outspokenness.

"So you practice medicine here?"

"I'm not practicing medicine, I'm not a doctor." Bai Ling corrected, "And Mr. Wang is not sick, it's just that ordinary people have their own knots, but no one can help them sort out."

Lan Zhijun laughed in a low voice——if this incident hadn't happened right under his nose, he probably wouldn't have believed it himself.

The pharmacist in the palace was demoted to the place of fireworks, and then resumed his old job in the flower street and willow alley...

Sounds pretty magical.

"I don't need to hide some things from Lan Zhijun," Bai Ling continued, "My ability, even when I leave the palace, becomes a dragon-slaying technique, but I can only use it in Lan Zihao."

"How to say?"

"Because there is a sequence of needs. Ordinary ordinary people, no matter how painful they are, they have to spend money to buy food and cloth, and buy households...I can't give it to me. Let me hear their experiences. , to unravel one or two for them.

"Only the nobles in the palace gate, and the visitors in your brand name, have such financial resources and energy.

"That prince," Bai Ling said softly, "I have already arranged with him for future visits. From then on, he will come to me on the seventh, fourteenth, 21st, and 27th of every month, so I need Lan Zhijun now. Give me a special room, and send me two people to listen to my orders."

Lan Zhijun listened silently, his fingers lightly tapped on the table - once again something was beyond his expectation.

Originally thought that since Wang Duan gave a new gift this morning, he probably wouldn't turn back as he did in the past, at least he would visit the door again in these two days.

Unexpectedly, Bo Ling actually set up a date with him directly, four times a month.

"What do you want to do?" Lan Zhijun asked softly.

"Of course it's a matter of sincerity, and spare no effort to earn money for Lan Zhijun." Bo Ling replied seriously.

(End of this chapter)