imperial psychologist

Chapter 568 New Play
Bo Ling stood in front of the bamboo curtain in a complicated mood, and since then he has no intention of listening to Zheng Mi's many chats.

The night passed quickly.

When the scene was changed in several places, Bo Ling saw someone below who was wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

In all fairness, tonight's play was brilliant, and even if it's for the sake of praise, it's a good plot.

The emperor, who had not yet reached the age of the weak crown, led his own troops to suppress the bandits, and captured the camp where the green-robed bandits were located with a force gap of nearly one to ten—this was an achievement that many front-line generals would marvel at.

In the past, she had heard the story of Murong charging without armor before charging and dying of thirst—this is a rumor spread by the people, and Bo Ling knows it.

But Chen Yicong in the play is also without armor.

Is this detail... true?
Bo Ling saw that among the props held by the actors on the stage, there was a kind of wooden stick painted with black paint, and the front end of the wooden stick was specially hung with a small lace flag for the sake of beauty.

This is probably imitating the firearms on the front line...

It's just that the old craftsmen in the Liyuan have never seen real firecrackers and cannons. They can only use their imaginations to describe them as a kind of magical weapon in the hands of heavenly soldiers, which can kill the enemy without getting close.

However, this battle was fought really hard.

It was only then that Bai Ling realized that her previous optimism had neglected the terrain. Against the backdrop of feint attacks and night attacks, Chen Yicong, armed with firearms, was not as crushing as she had imagined—although this scene was only mentioned briefly in the scene.

After all, this new play is mainly to reflect the emperor's Xiaoyong.

People love this kind of story about winning more with less, and winning with rare soldiers, and when the protagonist is the Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, this kind of emotion is magnified into an unbearable shock.

Bo Ling smiled unconsciously, and couldn't tell whether it was self-deprecating or sighing.

If she had known it was such a play, she probably wouldn't have watched it.

"No wonder Mr. Zheng is required to sit in the town in person." Bo Ling turned his head and said softly, "The actor came to play the role of the current emperor...is there any precedent for this in Dazhou?"

"Not much, but there are." Zheng Mi laughed, "Our emperor Sheng Yuan made the first, and it has been used in later generations. You put up a notice saying where the battle was won, and the common people don't have a clue. You have to tell the story. speak out.

"Besides, it's not just this show, the storyteller from the teahouse outside has also been arranged for these two days." Zheng Mi laughed, "I heard that people in Jiangzhou did these things spontaneously that day, and we still have no experience. "

"Emperor Sheng Yuan..." Bai Ling blinked.

She has heard the name of the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty more than once. She remembers that when she was at the Yuzhang Bank, she heard the story from their shopkeeper. trade route.

This idea is still quite advanced even today.

Tonight's play, Bo Ling watched the whole process standing up.

Until the end, she bid farewell to Zheng Mi, and then went to the backstage to visit Ai Songqing alone—the backstage was full of young men and women who were still excited, judging from the reactions of the judges below, they had been rehearsing day and night for more than half a month, is worth it.

"Excuse me, excuse me." Bo Ling walked through the crowd and finally saw Ai Songqing who was talking and laughing with others.

Tonight's Ai Songqing is very recognizable, she doesn't have a face, she doesn't even put on a costume, she has been playing the piano behind the scenes tonight.

Bo Ling didn't go up to say hello immediately, but waited nearby for a while, until Ai Songqing turned her head inadvertently and suddenly saw Bo Ling's figure, she raised her hand to say hello to Songqing.

Ai Songqing immediately stood up and trotted towards Boling, hugging Boling's shoulder excitedly.

After the two talked for a while, Ai Songqing took Bo Ling's arm and wanted to go back to the Lanzi shop with her.

"Don't you guys have a celebration dinner tonight?" Bo Ling was a little surprised, "Are you coming back with me now?"

"Yes, but I have asked for leave a long time ago." Ai Songqing smiled, "I was only brought here by the teacher to help in the Liyuan...and I don't have to follow their rules here."

When Ai Songqing said this, the smile on her face collapsed again, and she looked at Bo Ling with some guilt, "Originally, I agreed with the masters to let me go back to the Lanzihao on the 31st of last month, but... ..."

"You have something to do here, so you can't come and go." Bai Ling smiled, "Then let's go."

The two left the dance studio here, and walked slowly to the Lanzi shop in the center of Baihuaya.

Ai Songqing held Qin in his arms, and used it to cover the tattoo on his left front.Along the way, Ai Songqing suddenly thought of something, looked back and forth, and then asked in confusion, "Hey...why didn't the turtle claw follow us?"

"There are no tortoise claws," Bai Ling said with a smile, "but there should be a secret whistle with a blue name."

"... Dark Whistle?"

"Don't look at it," Bai Ling said with a smile, "Anyway, there are people protecting our safety, and we can't see it now. If someone comes to trouble us, they will show up."

Seeing that Ai Songqing was confused, Bo Ling sighed—the front foot just told Zheng Mi about his various experiences in Liang, and now it seems that he will talk to Ai Songqing again.

If you count the time when Feng Qi brought Bao Yuan over, she has already explained it three times.

But I may still have to talk about it over and over again... This is probably also a sweet burden.

The two talked while walking, and when they got back to Lan Zihao's house, it was already late at night, so they opened the door, and Bo Ling saw Bao Yuan waiting inside.

"Why is Sister Baoyuan still here?" Bai Ling was taken aback, "Didn't I say you don't have to wait for me to come back tonight?"

"I don't feel relieved if I don't see you come back with my own eyes." Baoyuan said and walked out the door, "You wait for me here for a while, I'll go to the small kitchen to get something."

Ai Songqing looked at the strange woman in front of her, and didn't know what to say for a while, so she could only watch her back as she ran away in small steps.

"Who is this……?"

"He is a friend of mine from the past, and he is also a very reliable person." Bai Lingwen said, "I will introduce you to each other later..."

After a while, Bao Yuan came back with a tray in his hand.

"Ah! Barley and red bean soup!" Ai Songqing called out first.

"It's rare to have our own ice cellar here." Baoyuan laughed, "I haven't done this for many years... I don't know if the craftsmanship is rusty."

The three sit together, each with a bowl. On a midsummer night, a bowl of iced barley and red beans can really relieve the heat.

"Is there any more?" Bai Ling asked, "Sister Baoyuan also brought some back for Niannian."

"Yes, but there are not enough ice cubes." Bao Yuan said softly, "But the child is still young, so it's not good for her to eat such cold things."

Bo Ling didn't refute - in fact, it's just such a little red bean soup with crushed ice floating in it, Nian Nian might not be able to eat it.

It's just that ice is really precious here, and each day has its own share. She and Ai Songqing came back late today, so they must have used up all of them.

"... Is Nian Nian at home alone now?" Bo Ling asked.

"It's okay, I sent her to the neighbor's house before I went out," Bao Yuan said, taking off the work sleeves, "It was like this in the past when there was urgent work at night, she is very good, If you know you have to be obedient, I will go back now."

(End of this chapter)