imperial psychologist

Chapter 639 What Bo Ling Can Do

No matter how many times he has chewed on this matter alone, what kind of resolution he has made, or how long he has laughed at himself in the mirror...

The first time he saw Bai Ling tonight, Chen Yicong understood that this matter was not as simple as he imagined.

Why not be willful again?
Who can stop him?
Chen Yicong himself couldn't help covering his face and laughing, his laughter was bitter.The whole thing is ridiculous.

But he finally understood that no matter how many times this happened again, he still wanted to keep Berlin by his side.

If she thinks the cage in the palace is too small, then he is willing to change a bigger cage for Bo Ling.

Whatever Bo Ling wants to do, she can do it...

Only can't let her go.

……

"Have you met the emperor face to face?"

On the way back, Ai Songqing's eyes widened.

Burling nodded.

"But you still insist on staying in Lanzihao?"

"Yeah." Burling replied.

In the carriage, Nian Nian leaned on Ai Songqing's lap and fell asleep.

"...the last time I went to Cheng's house, someone was wondering if the palace was looking for someone," Ai Songqing frowned belatedly, and she suddenly realized, "So it was really the emperor that time? Came here specially to find you?"

Bo Ling lowered the corner of his mouth noncommittally.

"My God..." Ai Songqing gasped, and murmured as if talking to himself, "Bai Ling, who are you?"

The night wind blew the curtain of the carriage, and Bai Ling sighed, "...the poor man who is living in Baihuaya."

"Then why don't you go?"

"So many things have just started, how can we go away," Bai Ling said with a smile, "I am very satisfied with the effect of the choir in the past two days, and there will be more things to push in the future."

Ai Songqing looked at her inexplicably, but couldn't tell whether it was surprise or emotion.

She sighed and leaned towards Berlin.

"Then have you figured it out, the name of the choir?" Ai Songqing whispered, "Eunuch Yuan said yesterday, or just call it the Little Bailing Choir..."

"Hey—no." Bo Ling shook his head in disgust, "If it's a choir, it's called Little Lark and Lark, that's too vulgar."

"Vulgar?" Ai Songqing was stunned, "And where are there other choirs?"

"Think again, think again." Bo Ling insisted.

The two chatted all the way about the name, and when they returned to the Lanzi shop, they caught Nian Nian who was half asleep and washed their faces, and it was already late at night.

After the lights were turned off, the room became quiet, and after a while, Ai Songqing heard another sigh from Bo Ling.

"What are you still thinking about, aren't you going to sleep?"

"Tired, but can't sleep."

Ai Songqing changed her posture, "...well, I have a little bit too, but aren't you going to be a group for those new servants early tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, everything has to be done one by one...you have to have enough energy." Bo Ling suddenly laughed, "Do you know what I was thinking just now?"

"what?"

"I was thinking, in the scripts I read before, the words 'three years later' and 'five years later' often popped up halfway through the story, just like the protagonist in this scene is studying hard, turning a page, Just write about his title on the gold list. The hardships of the past few years... After turning the page like this, it is an understatement."

Ai Songqing burst out laughing, "Do you also want someone to write you 'a few years later'?"

"Yeah," Bo Ling also laughed, "These things are intricate, but you can always finish them one by one, but it takes time..."

Bai Ling closed his eyes and said.

"Then why don't you hurry up and go to sleep," Ai Songqing said with a smile, "Dreams have everything."

The two laughed for a while, and Nian Nian who was sleeping in the middle seemed to be woken up, and muttered something.

Both Bo Ling and Ai Songqing quieted down, and when Nian Nian was silent again, they spoke again in a low voice.

"I'm not greedy either," Bai Ling sighed, "I'll just come in three years..."

"Three years."

Ai Songqing murmured and looked towards the ceiling.

I don't know what the scene will be like in this Lanzihao three years later.

……

Three years later.

In the seventh year of Shengming in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xia.

When Bai Ling recalled her first year in Baihuaya, she felt that everything was still vivid.

Maybe it was because those times were extraordinarily difficult, and people are always more sensitive to painful things.

It's just that these three years have passed so fast, everything is like flowing water passing through her fingers, and she hasn't quite reacted yet, but when she looks back, she finds that she has gone a long way.

At first, there were hidden guards in the Lanzihao, and these people were watching her whereabouts in secret.Bo Ling knew where these people came from without asking. In the early days, no matter where she went, there was always a turtle claw or a royal guard in the palace "escorting".

However, over the past three years, Berlin's actions have gradually made them relax their vigilance.

Behind the Lanzihao, Dazhou established the first women's rescue organization in history, which people called "Lanxinhui".

This name was voted by everyone when it was first created, although Bo Ling didn't like it-it always sounds easy to remind people of the praise of "Hui Zhi Lan Xin", which naturally carries a certain old The unique virtues of women in the era.

Virtuous, kind, innocent and obedient, without complaint or regret.

But Ai Songqing persuaded that this sounds like a serious and ordinary name, and only such a name can make those desperate women let go of their guard.

Berlin did not agree with this statement, but in the end he followed everyone's opinions.

There are mainly two types of assistance provided by the Lanxin Club. For those women who have a certain skill but are living in other places due to various reasons and have no food and clothing, Lanxin Club will be responsible for making connections. After passing the assessment, special personnel will introduce them to Ping Workshops around Beijing or Pingjing.

For women whose skills are not enough to pass the test, there is a second choice, which is to accept the formal assistance of Lanxinhui and sign a long-term contract with Lanzihao ranging from three to five years. During the period, there will be special masters to teach and help They continued to hone their craft—but at the cost of a lifelong orchid tattoo on their right arm.

For the younger children who can hardly work, there is also a place for them in Lanzihao.

In the past three years, those ethereal and clean children's choruses have captured the hearts of many wealthy people.

Especially after the autumn of the fourth year of Shengming.

Everyone will never forget that autumn of that year, warships of foreign races landed together from the south and east of Pingjing.The fort near the sea roared day and night, and the news to Pingjing changed day by day. Today someone said "the northern border has fallen", tomorrow someone said "the southern Yuezhou has fallen". Passed the gate of Pingjing, and then slaughtered the city bloody.

However, none of this happened after all.

The northern border was defended, Yuezhou was defended, and the east coast of Pingjing was as solid as gold under the rumble of the fort.

(End of this chapter)