imperial psychologist

Chapter 603 Visiting Again
Wei Ying reached out and reached for another crossbar under the eaves, his feet swayed lightly, landing almost silently.

He still looks good, but his hair and beard are still covered with dust, and at first glance, it looks like meridian roots.

"Your place is also clean now. I just looked at it and thought it was strange. Why is there only one person watching around here?" Wei Ying said softly, "Lan Zhijun doesn't look at you now?"

Bo Ling was slightly taken aback, "Isn't the rest of the dark whistle of the Lan brand?"

"No," Wei Ying said softly, "It's the hidden guards in the palace——I just sent them away."

"...Dark guard." Bai Ling sighed softly, and was about to speak again, when he raised his eyes and saw that the place where Wei Ying was standing before was empty, without a single figure.

"Girl," a familiar maid's voice came from behind, and Bai Ling turned around and saw the maid slowly approaching with a food box, "Just let me see if the girl is asleep. The sour plum soup in the evening, I will send some to the girl to relieve the heat."

"Thank you." Bai Ling said softly, and she took the food box with both hands, "I have a heart."

The maid bowed to Bo Ling, and then stepped back.

Bo Ling held the food box and watched the other party leave, and immediately felt another breath behind him.

"During this time, has Xiao Siyao been lazy?" Wei Ying's voice came again.

Bai Ling didn't answer, but turned around with lightning speed, and the sharp knife at the back of his waist was unsheathed, and the cold shadow was straight at Wei Ying's heart.

Wei Ying clasped his palms together, and gave a loud applause in the air, blocking Bo Ling's dagger an inch from the centrifuge's mouth.

"The speed is fine," Wei Ying laughed, "it's just the momentum...it's still too fierce. Murderous, you have to hide it."

"It's too difficult..." Bai Ling's face returned to her usual smile, and just as she was about to insert the dagger back into her waist, she suddenly stretched out her hand to support the nearby fence, and the whole body stabbed again. To Wei Ying, Wei Ying leaned back slightly, the sword brushed against the tip of his nose, almost cutting off a strand of his hair.

"Yes." Wei Ying smiled, "That's it."

Bo Ling withdrew the dagger and said softly, "Where has Master Wei been all this time?"

"I went to deliver something to an old friend." Wei Ying said softly, he changed the subject, with a smile on his face, "By the way... Guess who I met in Zhuozhou?"

"... Your Majesty?" Bai Ling guessed, "It seems that he said before that he is in Zhuozhou?"

Wei Ying frowned, "I don't know the little emperor well, what are you doing seeing him?"

Bo Ling was taken aback for a moment, this "unfamiliarity" seemed to imply that the people Wei Ying met in Zhuozhou were familiar with him.

He has been suspended in this world for many years, and there are probably only a handful of people who can be called acquaintances.

So--

"Fourteen, and your father and brother," Wei Ying whispered, "We're all in Zhuozhou right now."

Bo Ling was astonished, "Zhuozhou?"

Wei Ying nodded, "When I left, they were packing their luggage and planned to go to Jingzhou... Didn't expect it? I didn't think about it either."

Bo Ling's sentence "Master Wei read it right" was almost ready to come out, but then he suppressed the words again - Wei Ying would not mistake his apprentice.

"Jingzhou..." Bo Ling repeated in a low voice, she looked up at Wei Ying, "Master Wei saw them, did they bring anything back?"

Wei Ying looked at Bo Ling, she tried her best to endure her emotions, so her teeth were clenched tightly, her eyes still had some expectations, Wei Ying was amused for a while, and sighed softly, "I just said that I saw them, but I didn't say that they saw them too me."

Bai Ling's eyes dimmed for an instant, "This way..."

"But they all look good." Wei Ying added.

Bo Ling nodded, "...I'm fine too."

She said in a low voice, and then repeated a few words in a low voice to the north.

……

A few days later, Bai Ling was sent to Qinyuan again by the official - it is said that because the imperial doctor judged that Mr. Hengyuan's body could not bear the coldness in the ground, in order to save his life for the time being, the government sent him from the hospital a few days ago. Withdrew underground.

Qinyuan looks very messy.

There are a lot of messy and unattended things on the ground, broken books, broken porcelain pieces, and leaves and twigs knocked down by the summer showers, and the whole garden has lost its original elegance.

There were heavy guards inside and outside the Qinyuan Garden, and after stepping into Lord Hengyuan's courtyard, Bo Ling heard coughing from the back room.

This sound seemed to come directly from a person's lung duct, with heavy breathing and chaotic rhythm.

The door was open, stepping in, Bo Ling immediately saw Mr. Heng Yuan lying on the bed.

The house still looks tidy now, perhaps because Mr. Heng Yuan had very few things in the first place.Waiting in the room was a palace servant that Bo Ling had never seen before. Seeing that Bo Ling was coming, he took a few steps aside to give up the position in front of Mr. Heng Yuan's bed, and quietly left the door.

Hearing this sound, Mr. Heng Yuan opened his eyes.

"There you are again." He whispered.

Bai Ling turned her head and saw that the leaving palace had closed the door, so she walked to the window and opened both wooden windows for ventilation.

On the bed, although Mr. Hengyuan's lips had lost much color, his cheeks were slightly flushed. This sickly face was like rouge applied to someone, making this already feminine face, It looks a little more beautiful.

"According to Elder Sun Ge's instructions," Bo Ling said softly, "I come to talk to you from time to time, maybe it will be better for you."

Mr. Heng Yuan coughed a few more times, then laughed softly, "...What have you been up to lately?"

Bai Ling found a cushion and placed it on the ground six or seven steps away from Mr. Heng Yuan. She sat on the ground and replied softly, "I'm thinking about how to save people."

"Save who...?"

"Save people who are similar to me," Bo Ling replied softly, "People who are as unknown as me...people in Baihuaya."

"Is that so..." Mr. Heng Yuan's eyes were half closed, "How to save..."

"Let them work." Bo Ling replied in a low voice, "Learn some skills to make a living and live on your own. If you make up your mind, you can always live a decent life."

"Decent..." Mr. Hengyuan looked sideways slightly, looked at the girl standing not far away, and said with a smile, "Are you still thinking about how to live a decent life?"

"Yes." Bai Ling replied softly.

She heard the weakness in Mr. Hengyuan's voice, and looked at the chessboard not far away, "Do you still want to play chess today?"

"I can't play anymore..." Mr. Heng Yuan shook his head, "Thinking about it now, I may not really like playing chess."

Bo Ling looked at the person on the bed in surprise, "...what did you say?"

"Playing chess often gives people an illusion," Mr. Heng Yuan said in a low voice, "It seems that the truth of everything is in it... It seems that the world is just a big game of chess..."

Mr. Hengyuan coughed softly, and his face showed a bit of euphoria, "But the identity of the chess player and the chess piece has never... not been absolute."

(End of this chapter)