imperial psychologist

Chapter 612 Article 190 II Li Sheng
"This..." A Wan was really startled, and the thing she was holding in her hand fell to the ground for a moment, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's inappropriate. Things like tattoos...are only owned by people who have committed crimes."

Seeing A Wan's reaction like this, Bo Ling's belief became stronger.

"No," she said softly, "I see some bodyguards and butchers outside, and they even spend their own money to find people to buy tattoos, and I haven't seen others treat them as prisoners."

"It's different, girl, they are men, and what they do is very evil." Awan argued, "Normal good people, no one would do this to themselves."

"No clothing, no food..." Bai Ling whispered, "Can people who live this kind of life be considered normal and good people?"

Awan couldn't answer for a while.

Bo Ling sighed, took the towel off the screen, and began to wipe the water stains on his body and wet hair.

Bo Ling said softly, "It was Lan Zhijun and I who first proposed the idea of ​​using shacks, in order to make Lanzihao a place of support for some homeless people. Only when we become these refugees and semi-refugees finally Only by relying on them can we survive the wind and rain. If the group of shacks we selected have a way out, then Lan Zihao will have no way out, do you understand?"

A Wan was stunned—she obviously didn't understand, and no one had ever told her the original intention of recruiting shack dwellers to do long-term work.

"Then...then we..."

"Don't say it's those people who already have families to return to," Bo Ling said in a low voice, "Even for those women who have been completely abandoned by their natal or husband's families, you can't be sure what they have in mind , When they earn money in the Lanzihao, will they immediately try to send it back home? Will their family members try to extract the maximum value from them... In order to be needed, there is nothing that people can't do. "

A Wan lowered her eyes slightly, she could probably tell that Bo Ling was talking about Bao Yuan.

"Then I'll go and talk to the two mothers-in-law about what the girl wants." She said softly.

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "Plus... I feel that the real troublesome part of this matter may not be here."

"What did the girl think of?"

"I'm thinking, as a flower kiln, Lan Zihao may not be qualified to give mass tattoos to its long-term workers. In the end, this matter may still depend on Jiaofang Division... In short, what should be done in the end is reasonable and legal, and we have to think long-term. " Bo Ling said in a low voice, "But the news can be released first to see the reaction below."

"Hey." A Wan nodded, "Understood."

After bathing and changing clothes, Bo Ling came to the Golden Pavilion again, this time there were already people in the Golden Pavilion.

More than a dozen mothers-in-law and aunts who have been running the Lanzihao behind the scenes gathered in the Golden Pavilion at this moment to accept Yuan Zhen's questioning.The door was closed tightly. Although Bo Ling couldn't hear the content of the conversation inside, she could be sure that the conversation inside was almost never interrupted or terminated.

It seems that Yuan Zhen did come here with some tasks on his back.

When the day was about to reach noon, the palace people inside came out to let the people who were still waiting outside disperse first. It seemed that the conversation between Eunuch Yuan and the dozen or so mothers-in-law would not last for a few hours.So everyone retreated from the long corridor to another house not far from the Golden Temple and waited.

In the afternoon, which is about the hottest time of the day, the sound of cicadas outside the house disturbs people.

In such sweltering heat, Bai Ling was finally able to close her eyes and take a nap for a while—but not long after, her maid Awan appeared at the door again.

After explaining her intentions to the palace attendants, Awan entered the room and walked quickly to Bai Ling's side. She brought the long-awaited news to Bai Ling:

After Baoyuan's husband learned that there was a noble person in Lanzihao who helped him pay off the gambling debts in Changlefang, he really came to the door very quickly.

At this moment, the servants of Lanzihao have led him to wait in a wing of Anzhi Tinglan.

Hearing the news, Bo Ling finally had long-lost joy in her eyes, and she immediately stood up, ready to go out.

"Stop," the palace man outside said hastily, "what are you doing?"

Bo Ling bowed slightly, and said softly, "A distinguished guest has arrived, and I have to meet him personally...Don't worry, Eunuch, I just want to say a few words, and I will definitely be back within two cups of tea."

The palace man was reasonable, and he let him go quickly after asking about Bo Ling's whereabouts.

All the way down from the Golden Pavilion, Bai Ling's feet were like the wind, and some unspeakable malice ignited her heart, making her eager to meet the instigator of everything.

During the day, Anzhi Tinglan was empty, Bo Ling walked along the ladder net to the wing room on the second floor, and Awan led her to a house facing the street.

The door was open, and Bo Ling looked at the shadow of the sun coming out of the room, and did not take a step forward for a long time.

Her jaw trembled slightly due to excitement and hatred, until she stood still and took a few deep breaths, her face regained the gentleness of the past, and Bo Ling took another step and stepped on the carpet in the room.

There was a man sitting by the window, he was crossing his legs, looking at the crowd along the street below, and he didn't realize that someone else had entered the room.

"Li Sheng," A Wan called out from behind Bai Ling, "our girl is here."

The man turned around immediately.

Bai Ling frowned slightly.

It's not that she never thought about what Bao Yuan's husband would look like.

What would a scumbag who is addicted to gambling, domestic violence, and even sell women for money look like?There should probably be a loose belly and a messy beard... But no, when this man named Li Sheng got up from his seat, he respectfully bowed to Bo Ling, and even choked up a little to Bo Ling. When thanking him, Bai Ling felt that he couldn't connect the atrocities that Baoyuan had experienced with the face in front of him.

Although his thirties had already passed, his voice was still a little green. He didn't speak loudly and looked polite.

He cried bitterly and repented to Bai Ling about Baoyuan's kindness to him over the years, and after Baoyuan officially moved into the Lanzi House with Niannian in his arms, he came several times to "sincerely" repent, but Baoyuan was finally Forgive his story.

The more the two talked and laughed, the more Bai Ling understood.

Think about the young man and old lady you saw in Hua Lane the day before yesterday, and then look at this handsome man in front of you.

If it weren't for the bruises on his cheekbones that hadn't faded, and the deep sunken eye sockets due to the hunger and exhaustion of the past few days, maybe Bo Ling couldn't find any faults in such a person.

It's no wonder that such a person can always eat empty pay in the Yamen, and it's no wonder that he can coax Baoyuan to change his mind several times.

Bai Ling couldn't help but look away several times, and gritted his teeth.

"Hey, such an accident happened, it's really... It really makes people sigh how good luck has made people." Li Sheng raised his hand again to wipe away his tears, "I came today because I heard that my beloved daughter is still with her...A Mian was the last time she was alive. Take pity on this daughter, girl, give Nian Nian back to me, and we father and daughter will go out to live a good life in the future."

(End of this chapter)