imperial psychologist

Chapter 648 Old Street
After leaving the Escort, this matter has been echoing in Bo Ling's mind.

This is another unpredictability of life...

For no reason, the disaster came suddenly.

Those who survived were relieved, but not because they did anything intentionally or did anything right.

Just because of luck, because of a little accident...

Bo Ling shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of these myths temporarily.

Now is not the time to think about that.

She didn't stay in that escort agency tonight, but found an inn in the east of the city to settle down.

Bo Ling took two taels of silver with her and wandered slowly from the north of Huizhou City, where her inn was located, to the east of the city, which is the distribution center of merchants in Huizhou.

The shopkeeper on the east side told her that merchants and travelers like to come here. There should be a lot of news about the north side, and maybe some of them are needed by Berlin.

She looked up at the gate of Huizhou's merchant distribution center - two old round wooden pillars were inserted at the intersection of this street, and between the two pillars was a plaque that had faded paint, on which was written "Hui... Tian... ..." There are four big characters in total, but only two characters are mottled and visible.

This street looks like it has been around for some years, and there is a sense of dust and dilapidation everywhere.

In this kind of place... can you find a reliable companion?

Bai Ling frowned slightly.

She stopped and watched at the door, and heard two waiters standing at the door on both sides, beckoning guests to come in or have a meal.

The eyes of these mistresses are very sharp. Although some customers are rough in clothes, they are rich and lucrative. Although some customers look elegant and quiet, they are actually not only stingy but also have a lot of things...

These subtle differences may be difficult for others to distinguish, but this is how the boys eat.

Since Berlin Station arrived here, people have been trying to invite her to the store.

Bo Ling sighed, remained silent for a moment, and continued walking inside.

From the reactions of these mistresses, Bo Ling understood that there are some things that people cannot hide.For example, at this moment she is walking alone on the street with a horse, no matter how she dresses up, a lone person - a lone person with a thin body, seems to be an easier customer .

It's just that the inns in the north of the city are more particular. In the past, most of the people who stayed there were literati or officials with a certain family background, so the attitude of the guys in the inn would not be as warm and down-to-earth as in the east of the city.

Huizhou is close to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it has been a place of prosperity since ancient times. It is still lively after nightfall, and there is no need to worry about being looted.

But it's not necessarily the case if you continue north.

Once this situation is changed to the countryside, I'm afraid that I will easily become the target of fire—whether it's being targeted by robbers or refugees.

Even if I can get away with it every time... But why bother, after all, a large number of people is a deterrent, it is better to go together, so that even if there is an accident on the road, there is more room to wait for the opportunity, it is always safer... …

At this moment, a teenager suddenly bumped into him from behind.

Bai Ling hadn't realized what the specific danger was, and his body had already instinctively dodged aside. The boy almost rubbed Bai Ling's shoulder and fell heavily to the ground.

After an ouch, Bo Ling stopped holding the horse, his face indifferent.

Is this a thief?
Or touch porcelain?
Whichever it is, it doesn't matter.

Is it safer to carry valuables with you, or is it safer to keep them in the inn?

Obviously neither is safe.

So Bai Ling basically didn't bring any money with her during this time, and her two taels of silver were hidden in her belt and in the hair crown on her head.

In the south of Jiangzhou, you can find the semi-colons of Yuzhang ticket offices everywhere, so she never carries a lot of money with her, and only goes to the ticket office to get some money when she needs it.

As for touching porcelain——

"I'm sorry..." The young man got up from the ground in twos and twos, rubbing his right elbow that was knocked on the ground with his left hand, "Go faster, my left foot caught my right foot... are you okay?" Little brother?"

Seeing the boy's friendly appearance, Bai Ling shook his head suspiciously.

"That's good," the boy showed a bright smile, and waved his hand to Bo Ling, "I'm sorry!"

After the boy finished speaking, he continued to run forward quickly without looking back.

Bo Ling looked at the back of this man, feeling a little puzzled in his heart—just now he took a quick glance, and saw that the young man's teeth were neat and white.

Not to mention among business travelers, such beautiful teeth are rare among most common people.In addition to daily cleaning, having such a set of teeth means more or less careful diet...

But his accent is not like a local, and he is alone, without half a servant...

The boy's figure disappeared into the crowd, and Bai Ling was about to walk forward when he suddenly saw a golden leaf falling on his feet—that is, the place where the boy fell down just now.

Bo Ling leaned over to pick it up and weighed it in his hand.

Is it not Pengci, nor is it a thief... Is it because I want to falsely accuse someone of stealing and then take the opportunity to blackmail me?
Bo Ling looked around and saw a beggar who was dozing off beside him, and he threw the gold leaf into his bowl.

The golden leaf hit the bowl with a crisp and low sound, the beggar wrinkled, turned over and continued to sleep.

Burling moved on.

She looked at both sides of the street from the corner of her eye, and from time to time she could see men whose legs and feet were covered with mud, leading a team of horses loaded with goods, walking slowly into the alleys on both sides of the street—it seemed that behind the alleys should be The stables or backyard of the inn.

A burly man was sitting on the stone steps by the street, wearing an unbuttoned mandarin jacket, showing his round belly, and slapped his hands on it from time to time.

Although it is autumn, they still have sweat on their bodies.For them, when they finish their work or change shifts, they don't sit like this for a while, and they always feel uncomfortable everywhere.

There is also a gambling house in the deepest part of the old street, which is extremely hidden, but the fierce shouting and cheering from inside made Boling realize what it was the first moment he passed it.

Bai Ling frowned slightly, not knowing who were the people who gambled in this kind of place.Thinking of the horse team loaded with goods just now, Bo Ling suddenly became a little worried-the gambler who was on the table has never recognized his relatives, let alone thinking about what he is still doing to make a living...

If someone's porter really came here to have fun while he was resting, it might really cause a lot of trouble.

Just strolling around like this, Bo Ling walked from one end of the street to the other.

This street is an interesting place, but it's a pity that it's a little too late today. Bai Ling turned his horse around and decided to return and come here tomorrow.

However, at this moment, Bo Ling glanced at an inn at the end of the street.She stopped.

She saw the boy who hit her just now and dropped a golden leaf—the boy was sitting alone at a prescription table in the lobby of the inn.

(End of this chapter)