imperial psychologist

Chapter 624 Bring a Towel
Sun Beiji whispered, "...do you know that Lan Zhijun?"

Zhang Shouzhong shook his head.

"Have you seen it?" Sun Beiji asked again.

Zhang Shouzhong shook his head again.

Sun Beiji's expression was calm, "Among us, Mr. Hengyuan is probably the only one who is familiar with this person."

"but--"

"Pingjing's strategy of locking the city and only getting in and out is actually Lord Hengyuan's idea." Sun Beiji said suddenly.

Zhang Shouzhong was stunned for a moment, and temporarily suppressed the rebuttal he wanted to open, and he asked in disbelief, "...is it Mr. Hengyuan's idea?"

Sun Beiji nodded, "Because Ange's couriers are often rotated, unlike other resident informants... These couriers are usually mixed among business travelers, and rarely have any relatives or friends in one place.

"Today's imperial court locks down the city, just to catch these couriers who usually deliver letters by surprise, and temporarily cut off their support inside and outside the city... However, people outside will react soon."

Zhang Shouzhong nodded in agreement—what is the so-called scaring the snake out of the grass?

Sun Beiji said softly, "Mr. Hengyuan judged that once the army outside the city attacks the city, then people in the inner city will start to poison the water source and set fires everywhere."

"So from now on, the whole city will be grounded, strictly guarded...until the emperor returns." Sun Beiji looked at Zhang Shouzhong, "Where are the garrisons in Qinzhou and Chuzhou, have you contacted them?"

Zhang Shouzhong nodded.

"I sent letters to the barracks in Qinzhou and Chuzhou early this morning," Zhang Shouzhong replied, "They will send 20 elite soldiers to the south first, and then we will send a letter every day to report safety. If the letter of safety is broken one day, [-] Wan Dajun will come to support in less than three days."

Sun Beiji breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good."

……

In the early morning of the next day, there was an extra person holding a gong in every street and alley, and repeatedly told everyone the details of the ban.

Bo Ling and Ai Songqing also went to the corridor facing the street early in the morning with Nian Nian, specifically to listen to what the gong beater said. They stood tall and far away, and they squatted down, holding on to the wooden railing and listening for several times. Over and over again, only a few words can be heard.

Ai Songqing frowned suspiciously, "Is the rebel Song Bozong he was talking about the chief minister who conspired during the Jianxi period?"

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded.

"Didn't that person be wiped out in the 45th year of Jianxi? How could he gather mobs to make trouble?" Ai Songqing asked, "I remember that year, the storytellers of the major teahouses in Chuzhou said this passage, which is enough It's been more than a month..."

"It's not that the Song family is making trouble." Bo Ling replied in a low voice. Seeing that the gong-beater said something she hadn't heard before, Bo Ling was silent for a while, and then looked at Ai Songqing, "He said that the Song family raised The disciples were dissatisfied and attempted to rebel in the name of Prince Qinyuan."

"Prince Qinyuan..." Ai Songqing's eyes were blank, "What kind of prince is this?"

"Ah...it doesn't matter, it's just some royal secrets." Bai Ling said softly, "I probably understand it. Anyway, during this period of time, some people wanted to break through the city defense of Pingjing, so for safety, every household is not allowed to go out. The yamen will allocate them from various merchants, and if anyone walks around during this period, they will be arrested and locked up in the camp in the south of the city."

Ai Songqing's expression paused, "So serious...?"

"Yes." Bo Ling frowned slightly, "...Yesterday they said that the whole city would be under martial law for three days, but today they only mentioned martial law, not the deadline."

"...Isn't there going to be a war?"

Bo Ling shook his head, "It shouldn't be so, this is Pingjing."

To the north and northwest of Pingjing are the barracks of Qinzhou and Chuzhou. The permanent troops in the two places start at least 30. Even if some troops were transferred to the north to help last year, the remaining troops should not be underestimated.

"Where can anyone get Pingjing?" Bo Ling murmured uncertainly.

In a trance, Bo Ling suddenly felt that this conversation was somewhat familiar, as if he had discussed this issue with Fourteen a few years ago.

It's just that time has passed, and now her position has been reversed.

……

That afternoon, Zheng Mi sent someone to send 22 young girls to Lanzihao.Since the youngest children had already been picked away, the remaining girls were nine years old at the youngest, eleven or twelve years old at the earliest, and there was a fast-moving one who looked only a little shorter than Berlin.

Seeing that the carriage brought them back to Baihuaya again, many people began to cry before getting off the carriage.It wasn't until Berlin took them to a clean and airy room and told them that they only had to stay here for three months and that there would be no more pick-ups during this period, that the crying gradually died down.

Bo Ling specially invited the teacher from Liyuan to help. Except for the two children with insufficiency and shrill voice, the remaining 20 directly followed the teacher from Liyuan to learn how to breathe, while the two girls who could not sing helped. Bear the logistics of these [-] people.

Also on this day, because the tattoo certificate on the other side of the Jiaofang Division was delayed, Yuan Zhen directly gave an approval on this matter, opening the door for Bo Ling.

So at night, Berlin brought 67 homeless shacks to Jiaofangsi's underground smelter.

Today it is not as lively as it was when she came last time, the artisans hammering ironware are not here today, and there is no one in the empty basement.

The tattoo masters are waiting in the booth at the end of the road.

The women were still crying, and whenever they saw such a sad face, the tattoo masters would tell them in a low voice that if they didn't want to, they could leave at any time, Lan Zihao was not reluctant.

But the weeping people just shook their heads, and none of them left.

Everyone silently rolled up their sleeves and turned their faces away.

Bo Ling stood aside with a calm expression, watching this scene.

The tattoo masters tattooed orchids on the inside of the right arms of these shed women. This picture was specially selected by Bo Ling from the albums collected by Lan Zhijun.

The stretched long leaves of Molan have a certain calmness and elegance—in the writings of literati, this delicate and beautiful flower mostly symbolizes a certain kind of inner indifference and nobility.

Now, however, these orchids, impaled on flesh, look more like a deal with the devil.

From this moment on, they no longer seek the familiar, worldly shelters, but instead cast themselves into an uncertain abyss.

From today onwards, they are long-term employees of Lanzihao.

New choices bring new worries, but perhaps there are also new hopes... Berlin stands at the exit of the road and distributes a special towel to everyone who leaves.They were a little hesitant and confused, but they took them one by one and thanked Boling.

In the lower right corner of each towel is embroidered a line of small words:
Bring a towel and don't panic.

(End of this chapter)