imperial psychologist

Chapter 593 Dali Temple Prison

Berlin knew that things were changing.

Even at this moment, it is impossible for anyone with a conscience to tolerate Huayao in Baihuaya focusing on her children.

Bo Ling didn't know if Zheng Mi could still sleep peacefully tonight, but when she thought of this incident and the children who had been placed in the Yamen of Jingzhao Yin, she only felt that her heart was agitated, and she felt a little bit of love for Zheng Mi from the bottom of her heart. tribute.

After the night of singing and dancing, Bai Ling made a special trip to a few rooms to express her gratitude to the distinguished guests who had rewarded tonight as before. The chat and jokes quickly made the time go late at night. She took off her makeup and went back to the house. He saw Feng Qi with his arms in his arms, waiting at his door again.

Feng Qi's expression was cold, but he briefly talked to Bo Ling about Lan Zhijun's arrangements this morning.

She omitted Lan Zhijun's original motives in this matter, and only talked with Bo Ling about the specific measures to be implemented later, which almost surprised Bai Ling—because she was only talking to Lan Zhijun this morning Talking about ideas, I never thought that Lan Zhijun already had a rough plan at night.

"About these practices, Lan Jun asked me to talk to you," Feng Qi raised his face slightly, "see if you have any new ideas here."

"Temporarily...no." Bo Ling said softly.

"Well, from tomorrow onwards, let's meet every night at this time, and I will tell you about the progress of the day." Feng Qi said coldly, "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask anytime."

Bai Ling looked at Feng Qi with some surprise - she believed that Lan Zhijun must have personally issued this order, otherwise, with Feng Qi's temper, she would definitely not have the slightest idea of ​​wanting to join her branch.

"Speak up when you hear it." Feng Qi urged, frowning.

"Understood." Bai Ling lowered his eyes and smiled, "Thank you, Sister Fengqi."

……

That night, Berlin tossed and turned sleeplessly.

Today, she has been busy all day long and has no time to think about other things. At this moment, she suddenly remembered Lan Zhijun's slightly joking sentence in the morning, "You are indeed the daughter of the doctor Bai".

All of a sudden, thoughts of his father and Bai Yi flooded in again.

Where are they now?

Did father bring Bai Yi back to Qiansang...to Tzu Chi Hall?
I heard that the southwestern borderlands are lush with vegetation and the mountain roads are especially rugged. Are they safe?

Bo Ling's worries just arose, and he suddenly thought that since Shisi had rescued them from Jiangzhou, they probably wouldn't leave until they were confirmed safe.

Tears wet the pillow, and Bo Ling simply sat up and relit the lights in the room.

Sitting alone in her room, she turned over Mr. Heng Yuan's chess record.In such a late night when it is difficult to spend alone, these black and white confrontations are really a good companion.

Bai Ling's mood gradually calmed down, she decided to sit like this until dawn, and then go back to bed to rest when sleepiness hits tomorrow morning, as for tomorrow's morning classes... let them go first.

However, at five o'clock, there was still thick fog and gloomy clouds outside the window, and Bai Ling heard some unusual footsteps.

They were hurried, with mixed voices, not the tortoise claws or maids who occasionally passed by here, and soon, these footsteps stopped, and Bo Ling heard the slight sound of the saber and the hem of the clothes colliding and rubbing.

There was a knock on the door soon.

"Which one?"

"Is Miss Boling here?" A strange voice came, "We are officials from Dali Temple, please open the door."

Bai Ling frowned slightly, and went straight to open the wooden door of the room.

The officer outside was stunned for a moment, apparently he did not expect Bo Ling to open the door so quickly.

The two officials quickly rushed in one after the other, and began to turn over the things in the Berlin house.

"Don't be afraid, this is a routine inspection," the visitor put his hand on the saber at his waist, walked a few steps in, and looked at the furnishings in the room with a sullen face, "Looks like, Miss Bailing I haven't slept tonight."

"Yeah." Bo Ling said softly, "I drank tea at night, so I can't sleep right now."

"My lord!" An officer who broke into the house earlier ran to the leader and stood at attention, "Look!"

Bo Ling saw that the "Qing Yue Ji" she had spread out on the table was now being held by the official and presented to the superior.

The messenger glanced at the book, "Berling should know who wrote this book, right?"

"I know." Bo Ling nodded.

"The emperor is not in Beijing now, and we are ordered by the Minister of State Supervision of the Great Zhou Dynasty to invite Miss Bai Ling to come back to Dali Temple with us... There are some things that I want to ask you."

"...Which one is on the top?" Bai Ling looked at the person coming, "Is it Master Sun or Master Zhang?"

The man's face was dark, and his voice was a little threatening, "Bosi Yao."

Bo Ling was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that the person who arrived was someone who knew his identity.

"I don't need to say more about some things," the man said in a low voice, "Although the higher-ups greeted you when you came here, I want to be more polite to you, but please weigh your own weight now... If you shouldn't ask, don't be here. Here it is."

Bai Ling sneered, she was so familiar with these official threats.

"Based on your words 'Bosi medicine', when the Holy One returns to Beijing, you don't know how many times your head will fall."

Bai Ling smiled lightly, and before the other party asked, he continued, "The Bai Siyao you mentioned died last year, and the funeral was presided over by the emperor himself... Now there is another Siyao in Baihuaya. Is there a fake?"

The man's expression froze slightly, "I didn't say that!"

"Then you can answer me honestly, who is looking for me and why?"

The officer coughed lightly, "It was the order from Mr. Sun Ge himself."

A guess immediately floated in Bo Ling's mind, "Is it because of today's matter of Huzihao and Mr. Zheng?"

"No," the officer said coldly, "It's for the investigation of Qinyuan's treason case."

Hearing the words "rebellion in Qinyuan", Bai Ling's eyes trembled slightly.

"take away!"

The officer gave an order, and several people walked behind Bai Ling, trying to grab her by the shoulders, but she shook them off with all her strength, "I will go by myself."

Ai Songqing, who was in the opposite room, just changed his clothes and came out at this moment. When he saw the situation outside, he was frightened and froze.

"... Burling!"

Bo Ling shook his head, and tapped his index finger on his lips, signaling her not to act rashly.

Then, with some curiosity, Bo Ling left with the official.

In Baihuaya at dawn, many people were sleeping, and Boling was silent all the way until the carriages of the officials stopped outside Dali Temple.

Bo Ling followed the guide all the way to the dungeon.

At the end of a certain road, Bo Ling saw someone trapped on a wooden frame. That person looked like all the prisoners who were imprisoned - messy hair, blood-stained tattered prison uniform, bleeding wound...

Bo Ling was wondering who this person was, when the other party heard the noise and slowly raised his head.

It's Han Chong.

(End of this chapter)