imperial psychologist

Chapter 592 Zheng Mi's Passionate Blood
After Bai Ling left, Lan Zhijun looked at the chess game in front of him expressionlessly.

The entire Golden Pavilion was silent, except for the occasional murmurs of swallows on the roof.

He sighed lightly, then slightly lowered his head, resting his elbows on the chessboard, the chess pieces on it were swept away, four or five black and white pieces rolled to the ground, and after a few chaotic noises, it became quiet again.

Lan Zhijun stuck her five fingers in her hair, and it took a long time before she raised her head, and gently pulled the bell next to her.

……

"Lan Jun wants to recruit 'shedhouses' to be long-term workers at Lanzi?" Feng Qi frowned, and she looked at Lan Zhijun in disbelief, "I know that Bai Ling came this morning, but Lan Jun can't indulge her like this, such absurd decision, what did she say to make you mess around with her?"

"It's none of Berlin's business."

"Lan Jun is still protecting her at this time?!"

Lan Zhijun laughed, and directed Feng Qi to look at the desk.

Feng Qi suppressed his words, followed Lan Zhijun's wishes, and walked quickly to the table, but everything on the table was clear at a glance, there was nothing worth noting about the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Under the paperweight." Lan Zhijun said softly.

Only then did Feng Qi shift her gaze to a stack of rice paper at the corner of the table, and removed the cloud pattern paperweight on it. Under the few sheets of rice paper, there were two pieces of letterhead filled with words.

Feng Qi took out the paper and read it carefully. What was written in the letter was the specific method of recruiting shacks into Lanzihao. This method was written in great detail, but the more she read it, the more annoyed she became. It suddenly froze again.

— This was written two days ago.

"Lan Jun wanted to do this a long time ago?" Feng Qi asked in a low voice.

"Baihuaya is about to change." Lan Zhijun said softly, "The practice of Jianxi years can no longer be copied, and we should respond as soon as possible. The few new buildings that were sold earlier are also freed up for people to live in. Let me mention it again. The frequency with which we wash and clean allows these recruits to have a job to do."

Feng Qi was stunned for a moment, "Then why didn't Lan Jun say anything two days ago?"

"Wait for the opportunity." Lan Zhijun said softly, "At this time, we suddenly start recruiting people from the shack, isn't it too ostentatious?"

"So this morning... Bo Ling really came to talk to Lan Jun about recruiting shacks?"

"En." Lan Zhijun nodded, "This matter, do as I said, but the name is recorded in her... Don't publicize it now, wait for the government to find out."

"...Understood." Feng Qi said softly.

"Go ahead, I'll give you ten days." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Your execution ability has always been very strong."

……

In the evening, Bo Ling put on makeup backstage as usual, and now the tailor-made dresses for her are covered with two sets of iron frames, most of them have long sleeves, but the fabrics used are not white silk, but various The light gauze of this color is very fairy.

This style is determined by Lan Zhijun, and it is also in line with Bo Ling's own preferences.

When she raised her eyebrows, the master who put on her makeup said softly, "Miss Bailing has been on stage for more than ten days, are you tired?"

"It's not bad." Bo Ling said softly, "I go to work every day, but I don't feel tired."

The master who applied the makeup laughed, "If every girl thinks this way, then Lan Zhijun will probably burst out laughing."

Bo Ling also laughed, "There's nothing fun going on outside, so it's better to be on stage here."

"This girl doesn't know, right?" The man smiled and sighed again, "But it's true, you've been stuck in the blue shop all day, and you probably don't know much about what happened outside."

"what happened?"

"Hu Zihao was bought by the yamen today."

Bo Ling immediately turned his head to look at the makeup master, "What?"

"Ah!" The eyebrow-curling ink pen drew a gray mark on Bo Ling's forehead, and the master who put on the makeup smiled immediately, and turned to wipe it with a wet handkerchief, "Let me just say that the girl is not well-informed, this afternoon Everyone in Baihuaya is talking about this."

"Good master, don't play tricks with me, and tell me what's going on."

"Sit down, girl. I'll talk slowly, and you listen slowly, okay?"

Bo Ling had to sit quietly in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Master Zheng personally brought someone to copy it this afternoon, saying that he had received a report that someone here used children as prostitutes." The master said softly, "This has been going on for many years, and everything has been safe and sound... We thought Mr. Zheng was ordered by his superiors, but after a while, someone from the Jiaofang Secretary came and ordered Jing Zhaoyin to let him go. Woke up."

"It's a fight...?"

"Boss Yang from Huzihao, does the girl know you?"

"Recognize."

"He is also an old Jianghu in Baihuaya. His foundation is there, and he is not a local government. Who knows what kind of poison that Mr. Zheng took and brought people to investigate. The [-] or so eight or nine-year-old children in the house were all brought out, which made everyone look bad..." The man said softly, "Later, Mr. Zheng directly called a firecracker in the Yamen of Jingzhaoyin The small team was surrounded by people who stood out.

"Anyway, the matter has already been exposed. It is said that the cabinet issued an order less than an hour after the incident, and both Mr. Zheng and the head of the Jiaofang Division were grounded and waited for investigation."

Bo Ling clenched his fists.

It was she who wrote to Zheng Mi yesterday about the child prostitutes in the Hu shop.

I never thought that he would directly bring the officials here to save people today, regardless of the fact that this is the sphere of influence of the Jiaofang Division...

"Oh, why are you crying, girl, bear with it!"

The makeup master hurriedly took out the handkerchief and stuffed it into Bo Ling's palm. Bo Ling raised his head to prevent tears from falling out of his eyes, and then gently pressed his eyes with the handkerchief.

"As soon as the tears fall, the makeup will fade." The man said softly, "Hey, it's my fault. I shouldn't have said this to the girl. Let's talk about something happy."

Bo Ling shook his head, his voice trembling slightly, "...this is something to be happy about."

The man looked at Bai Ling in the mirror, sighed again, and couldn't help but said, "I think so, Xuan."

"Why?" Bo Ling looked at him, "Do you think the imperial court will not stand by Mr. Zheng?"

"I don't understand the affairs of the imperial court," the man said softly, "but I know that Hu Zihao's family is not the only one who accepts boys and girls in Baihuaya. Next, but the flower kilns in the Jinzi Department and the Water Character Department are all pointing to some business to make money for themselves."

The man changed a pen, readjusted the angle of Bai Ling's face, and continued, "Master Zheng can win the Xiahu Zihao family today, and can set up a whole family of flower kilns in Baihuaya. What? Even if he really has this determination, will the father-in-law at Jiaofang Division agree?"

The man paused for a moment, then turned around and picked up a clean veil, and gently wiped off the gray on Bai Ling's forehead.

"So, it's difficult."

(End of this chapter)