imperial psychologist

Chapter 643
On the sixth day of June, Lan Zihao's carriage stopped at the door of the side gate early in the morning.

Bai Ling brought a few changes of clothes, and her baggage was collected by the maid, who had already prepared it on the carriage.

"No need to give it away," Bo Ling said with a smile, "I just went to the mountains to see old friends, and then I came back."

"No, no," Ai Songqing shook his head, "Let me see you off."

As he said that, Ai Songqing walked to the car with a stack of already packed mosquito nets, handed the things to the groom, and asked him to help put them into the car.

"Why?" Bo Ling was a little amused.

Ai Songqing turned her head, she was also a little confused, so she answered honestly, "... I don't know, I just want to see you off."

The groom in the carriage asked Ai Songqing where to put the baggage, and Ai Songqing hurriedly probed to see.

Looking at Ai Songqing's back, Bo Ling felt a little sour in his heart.

Bai Ling stepped forward and patted Ai Songqing's shoulder lightly, "Go back and look at Niannian, she should be awake by now, everything is fine here."

Ai Songqing sighed softly, "Are you coming back the morning after tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"It won't take that long, Xuanqing Guan over there... If it's quick, you can go back and forth in the same day."

Bo Ling smiled, "If you go back and forth in one day, then you can't do anything. You go up the mountain and come down."

Ai Songqing didn't answer any more, but just looked at Bo Ling quietly.

She wanted to ask Bo Ling not to leave, because she had a secret and absurd premonition, as if today's parting was a farewell, and Bo Ling would never come back after leaving by car.

"...Why are you crying?" Bo Ling glanced at her, and then withdrew his feet as he was about to step into the carriage.

Ai Songqing shook his head.

Bo Ling just went out to relax, and it didn't take much time. When he parted, he shouldn't say such unlucky words. There was a burst of unspeakable sadness.

It suddenly occurred to her that in the past few years at Baihuaya, she had hardly parted from Bai Ling.

Is this the reason?

But she is not Nian Nian... She is no longer a little girl who is about to cry when she is alone.

Ai Songqing couldn't speak, but tears still fell down.

The two hugged briefly in front of the carriage.

Bo Ling patted Ai Songqing's back lightly, then raised his head, and took a last look at the buildings with blue fonts.

In the twilight of the morning sun, it seemed that the whole Baihuaya hadn't woken up yet, everything was quiet.

"In the past three years in Baihuaya, the happiest thing is meeting you and Niannian." Bai Ling said suddenly.

Ai Songqing felt a shiver all over her body.

"You have to take care of yourselves," Bo Ling said again.

"Bah, bah, bah." Ai Songqing hurriedly wiped the tears on her face with her sleeves, "It's all my fault for ruining the atmosphere, what are we doing here...you can go to the mountains to relax, the day after tomorrow at noon I'll wait for you to come back for dinner."

"Well, okay." Bai Ling's eyebrows moved slightly, "You should also pay more attention to the affairs of Lan Xinhui, and remember what I told you before."

"I remember." Ai Songqing sniffed, "Go, go, don't talk about it."

The carriage carried Berlin and gradually moved away on the street outside the Lanzihao.

Ai Songqing stood at the door, watching Bo Ling's carriage disappear around the corner, she suddenly felt that a certain place in her heart seemed to become empty with the disappearance of this carriage.

After the farewell, Ai Songqing did not go back to the house immediately, but stood alone outside the door for a long time, until the unreasonable sadness just subsided, and she also wiped away these inexplicable tears, she turned around and stepped on the door again. The threshold of entering the blue font size.

Today is another busy day.

……

Outside Xuanqing's gaze, Yikang stood alone on a mountain top looking north.

In the mist on the lake, a small boat floated faintly. She took a deep breath, then turned and walked towards the pier at the foot of the mountain.

These bluestone slabs on the mountain road, she has walked by herself many times in the past three years.

When Yikang quickly arrived at the pier at the foot of the mountain, Bo Ling's boat just passed through the faint morning fog and slowly docked on the shore.

The curtain of the cabin was lifted, and the eyes of the two girls met.

When the 11-year-old Bo Ling and the 13-year-old Yikang stood together, others could clearly tell the age of the two parties, but now there is no big difference between the 20-year-old Bo Ling and the [-]-year-old Yikang.

Yikang stretched out his hand to Bo Ling as before, and Bo Ling quickly held it, and then went ashore smoothly.

The two walked up the mountain road, and the boatman behind him leaned on the shore, and the boat slowly drew a ripple on the water, gradually melting into the quiet mist.

"Why are you alone?" Bo Ling looked, "Where is the girl next to you, I remember her name is Xiang—"

"She got married last year," Yikang replied. "In a village a few miles south from here, she married a woodcutter. She seems to be giving birth soon."

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, then sighed with a smile, "... so fast."

"Yeah." Yikang said with a smile, "I have all my things ready, and I planned to find a time in the next two days to deliver them to her."

Bo Ling glanced at Yikang again.

Yikang is still as good-looking as ever.

The arrogance of the thirteen or fourteen years old has completely faded away. It seems that the fierce Gulf Stream on the land slowly seeps into the ground, and the still water flows deep.

In the mountains and forests in the early morning, birdsong could be heard everywhere. Where the two of them passed by, a few birds would flutter their wings from time to time.

"How have you been these past few years?" Bo Ling asked, "What have you been doing?"

"...My sister is ill." Yikang said softly.

"Princess Yining?" Bai Ling frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, and the doctor doesn't know, but anyway, people are losing weight day by day, and it has been more than two years." Yikang said softly, "There is not much I can do, just take care of her, and then grow medicine, collect medicine, boil The medicine...but no improvement."

Yikang laughed, and looked at Bo Ling, "It would be great if Doctor Bo was still here."

Bo Ling didn't speak, but quietly followed behind Yikang.

"The doctor said that my sister may not survive this autumn," Yikang said softly, "You came at the right time, and I might not be here if it is later."

"where do you want to go?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Yikang said softly, "There is a war going on in the north, so maybe go west or south... I have stayed in Pingjing since I was a child, and I haven't gone out to see it yet."

Bo Ling nodded, "It's good to go out and have a look."

Before she finished speaking, Bai Ling suddenly heard a noise from her head. A white-bellied and brown-backed bird was passing over her head. There was a cluster of orange-yellow feathers on the bird's head, and it was in the morning light. Suddenly it looks good.

It made a melodious chirp, flew freely from the top of her head down the mountain, and then landed somewhere in the forest that Berlin couldn't see clearly.

"What kind of bird is this?" Bai Ling asked softly.

"This is Bailing." Yikang said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)