imperial psychologist

Chapter 649
This is not what concerns Berlin the most.What really surprised her was that there were a total of twenty tables in the lobby of the inn, and there were one or two people sitting on almost every table, yet there was a dead silence inside.

No one chatted, no one laughed, and no one got up to toast, only a few tables with teapots and cups-it seemed to be à la carte.

The waiter of this inn stood buried in the counter, not knowing what to look at, not saying a word, and not soliciting customers.

This place looks tricky...

Bo Ling turned to leave, but suddenly someone shouted from behind, "Hey——you, you are, you are the one——"

This voice is familiar to Berlin.

Bo Ling turned around - sure enough, the person who came was none other than the man with the scar in the Escort semicolon this morning, who made Bo Ling feel that something was wrong.

The man approached with a smile, and raised his hand to grab Bai Ling's shoulder, but Bai Ling's body fell back, and the scar man's hand flew into the air.

The scarred man withdrew his hand resentfully, but turned his eyes and smiled again, "Hey, I still said, you left in a hurry in the afternoon, and I didn't ask you where you lived and when you left. You didn't say these things I understand, how can I arrange for you to go to Jiangzhou?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes slightly, looked at the inn, and then at Bo Ling, "So, brother, you plan to leave by yourself?"

"It's all about the horoscope," Bo Ling smiled. "I've been wandering around in the past two days. I heard that the night market in this place is lively, so I came here."

"I said." The man with the scar smiled, "But come in to watch the excitement, I still think that next time you come, I will tell you about going to Jiangzhou—"

"Forget it tonight," Bo Ling interrupted, "I'm going back."

"Hey—don't go!" The man with the scar blocked Bo Ling's way, "What are you saying, Xu Dahong handed you over to me, so I have to give you a good ride? You old man Why do you want to run—"

The man with the scar said he was about to grab Bo Ling's shoulders and arms, but Bo Ling dodged left and right, barely dodging his several outstretched hands.

The man with the scar gave a somewhat amusing "hey". His previous actions were indeed not serious, but this well-known young man was too shameless.

So the man with the scar frowned, and this time he grabbed Bai Ling's wrist with quick eyes and hands unexpectedly, and he was about to succeed—he suddenly felt his other hand being severely folded from behind.

"Hey hey——" the man with the scar wanted to turn around, but felt that his right hand, which was folded back, seemed to be clamped even tighter, and the joint of his right arm seemed to be dislocated so painfully.

Bo Ling looked up and saw a middle-aged man behind the man with the scar.

This man was slender and slender, and he didn't look far less muscular than his body full of scars, but he had great strength in his hands.

With slender eyes, eyebrows, and a messy stubble on his jaw, he looked about 40 to [-] years old.

"Bright sky—" the man opened his mouth, and suddenly realized that it was almost dark, so he stopped and said, "There are so many people here, how dare you block the road and rob?"

"It's not a robbery... It's not a robbery!" The scarred man said with difficulty, "We know each other, brother, if you don't believe me, ask! Ask!"

The eyes of the middle-aged man turned towards Bo Ling, and there was no smile in those long and narrow eyes, full of solemnity and the majesty of an official.

"Indeed, I know him. He's a bodyguard nearby." Bo Ling replied, "Thank you, uncle, for your rescue."

The middle-aged man let go of his hand and pushed the man with the scar forward a step.

While rubbing his arm, the man with the scar turned his head and looked at the man flatteringly, "Is this elder brother also here to apply for the official army?"

"Yeah, I saw the notice in the south of the city, so I came over to have a look." He whispered.

"Hey, wouldn't it be a waste of your skills to serve as an assistant soldier for the government!" The man with the scar patted his chest as he said, "Our bodyguard agency is also recruiting temporary bodyguards recently, just like the official side. , they are all going in the direction of Jiangzhou and Chuzhou, and the money given is definitely better than—”

"Get out of the way." The middle-aged man glanced at him and whispered.

The scarred man's voice stopped abruptly, and he stepped back knowingly.

The middle-aged man walked towards the lobby of the inn with steady steps.

At this moment, there were no empty tables in the hall. He looked left and right, and finally sat next to the golden leaf boy.

Bai Ling's eyes looked at the inn that seemed almost eerily silent again.

So that's the case...then it makes sense.

The reason why this area is so quiet is because the inn was requisitioned by the government tonight to recruit soldiers to go to Jiangzhou and Chuzhou.

Bai Ling frowned and thought for a moment, before waiting for the man with the scar to speak again, he followed the middle-aged man into the lobby.

The man with the scar snorted behind her, but Bo Ling ignored it.

She looked around for a while after entering the room, and finally sat opposite the uncle, next to the boy.

The middle-aged uncle glanced at her, then looked away, and simply closed his eyes.

After a while, a waiter came up with a pot of tea and a cup. He put the teapot and cup in front of the young man, and when he was about to leave, the young man suddenly said, "Hey, store, bring two more cups." , there are three of us at this table!"

Xiao Er was about to respond when the middle-aged man slightly opened his eyes, "Thanks, no need."

Bo Ling also followed closely, "Thank you, I don't need it either."

The boy was a little strange, "...you guys, aren't you thirsty?"

The middle-aged man didn't answer. Bo Ling thought for a while and remained silent.

"The tea here is too expensive. Just a pot of jasmine flowers costs one tael of silver. But fortunately, they said that the follow-up water is free, so drink as much as you want." The young man smiled, "My name is Li Yiru , people from Shuzhou, how about you?"

No one answered.

There was an awkward silence on the table.

The young man frowned suspiciously... Although his voice was not loud just now, it was quiet here, and the two of them must have heard it.

He looked at the uncle on his left, and then at Bai Ling on his right, his throat moved.

Then, his eyes suddenly fell on Bo Ling again.

The more he looked, the tighter the boy's brows frowned.

After a while, he finally hesitated and spoke again, "... Have we met somewhere? You look familiar, it looks."

Bai Ling laughed and said softly, "You fell outside just now, remember?"

"Oh oh..." The young man came to his senses, "It turns out that you are also here to apply for the government's assisted soldiers. I thought I was late, and I was in a hurry. I am really sorry."

"It's okay." Bai Ling said softly.

She looked at the middle-aged man in the opposite seat, and the elder brother closed his eyes again, apparently not intending to participate in any conversation.

After a while, a fat man in an official robe came from the back hall of the inn.

He coughed, "Is everyone here?"

(End of this chapter)