imperial psychologist

Chapter 651

In the middle of the night, the roommate's snoring sounded.

Bo Ling was still vigilant at first—although he was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, but he must not really fall asleep.

Looking at it now, this worry is completely unnecessary.

The snores of the other two were like thunder and fire, intertwined and almost bursting the ears and making the brains churn.

Bo Ling secretly opened a crack in the door—a lot of the lights in the hallway of the official building were turned off, but there was an official dozing off at the corner of the stairs, and whispers and laughter continued to come from the lobby.

She closed the door lightly, and then quietly walked to the window. The room she lived in led to the backyard of the official residence.

Bo Ling jumped lightly, climbed over the window sill, and landed lightly on the eaves of the next floor.

There was no one in this place at the moment, but there was the light of moving torches outside the back door—it was obvious that someone was patrolling there at night.

Bo Ling observed for a long time on the eaves, and then slid down along the pillars.

Just as soon as she landed, she heard a familiar voice from nearby, "You slipped out too?"

She was startled when she saw that Li Yiru had changed clothes and was standing by the pillar in the backyard.

"Are you here?" Bo Ling asked first.

"...the people in the same room as me are snoring too loudly," Li Yiru sighed, and he shook his head, "It's so noisy that people can't sleep."

Bo Ling laughed softly, "Me too."

This is the truth.

"I heard movement from the kitchen in the room, and I'm a little hungry right now..." Li Yiru looked at Bai Ling, "Did you also get up to find something to eat?"

Burling nodded.

"Let's go --" Li Yiru took a few steps forward, and then gently pushed open the door in the kitchen. Before Bai Ling could follow, Li Yiru's body froze there.

He slowly raised his hand and stepped back step by step.

In the kitchen, a figure hidden in the darkness approached step by step, and slowly walked out.

This figure is slender, slightly arched, with a short knife in his left hand and his right hand shielding his chest, ready to deal with the opponent's counterattack at any time.

In the darkness, neither Bo Ling nor Li Yiru could see each other's face clearly, but the fierce killing intent was enough to make their nerves tense.

Bo Ling reached for the dagger behind her, and she also bowed slightly, ready to meet the enemy at any time.

Until Li Yiru retreated to the moonlight.

The dagger on his shoulder suddenly withdrew.

"...Why is it you?" Soi Ying said unnaturally.

Both Bai and Li realized that this voice was the middle-aged policeman just now?

Sure enough, the man took another two steps forward, and the moonlight finally reflected his face—a few grains of rice still fell on the stubble at the corner of his mouth.

Li Yiru heaved a sigh of relief, "Scared me, I... I came to the kitchen to find something to eat..."

The middle-aged policeman quickly withdrew his hand, and the short knife suddenly disappeared, and he didn't know where it was taken away.

This action made Bo Ling feel familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he saw it.

"There are no ready-made ones." He replied softly, "You have to do it yourself."

"This..." Li Yiru was in trouble, "Which of you two can cook?"

"I'll do it." The middle-aged policeman quickly rolled up his sleeves, turned around and stepped into the darkness again.

Li Yiru and Bo Ling followed into the kitchen.

The middle-aged man speaks very little, and his knife skills are extremely good.After lighting the fire, he took a kitchen knife and wiped it twice on the whetstone that had been soaked in water, and then began to cut the bean skins.

The boiling water in the pot over there was already boiling, so he temporarily stopped the knife in his hand, and casually threw the washed bean sprouts and leafy vegetables into the water to blanch.

Turn around and continue to cut the bean skin, without any delay.

He cuts vegetables very quickly, but his voice is not loud - it shows how well he controls the strength in his hands.

After the vegetable leaves were soaked in water, they immediately showed a beautiful green color. He stirred the pot a few times with long chopsticks, and with two or three chopsticks, he scooped up all the bean sprouts and vegetable leaves in the pot into the big bowl.

He also put the shredded bean curd over there in the big iron colander, and then put it in the bowl with a spoon.

Except for Bai Yi, Bai Ling has never seen any man here with such craftsmanship—soon, the aroma of sesame oil and balsamic vinegar wafted in the air, and a large bowl of mixed rice was handed to Li Yiru, with a look on his face. I was amazed, but still took the chopsticks and the small bowl gracefully, and then ate with the small bowl.

The fire under the stove hadn't been completely extinguished yet, and the three of them were sitting together with a small bench by the charcoal fire and the dark candles in the kitchen.

"After eating the meal you cooked, I haven't asked you what your name is," Li Yiru looked at the middle-aged policeman.

"...Mu Cheng." The middle-aged man replied.

"So it's Big Brother Mu," Li Yiru smiled, "I wish I had your skills. My great-grandfather used to tell me to learn some kung fu for self-defense. I didn't want to endure hardship when I was young, so I didn't learn it."

"Who is your great-grandfather?" Mu Cheng asked.

"Li Yuan." The young man smiled, "Brother Mu, have you heard of his name?"

A vague sense of familiarity rose again in Berlin.

She should have seen this name somewhere...

But where...

Mu Cheng directly shook his head.

"When my great-grandfather was young, he traveled all over the country, traveled all over the country, and wrote several travel notes," Li Yiru said with a smile. Thinking of this, he suddenly sighed, "But he never went to Yanzhou when he was old. North of the state, dying with great regret."

Bo Ling looked at the young man, and always felt that the young man's words were intended to fulfill his great-grandfather's wish.

"...So, are you planning to go to Yanzhou?" Bo Ling asked.

"Yeah, I've been following my great-grandfather's route for a while," the boy nodded, "What about you?"

"Zhuozhou." Mu Cheng replied, "I have to rush to Zhuozhou to take up the post before the end of the year."

The eyes of the two looked at Bai Ling at the same time.

"Me too, but I'm looking for relatives. I only know that they are in the north, but I don't know where they are..." Bai Ling said softly, "So I might go further."

Mu Cheng's eyes darkened.

"Then let's go on the same road!" The young man said pleasantly, "I haven't met many people going north of Jiangzhou on this journey, and I'm worried that I'm the only one on the road, so we can go together!"

Bo Ling and Mu Cheng didn't speak.

Both felt in the other a certain prudence and caution similar to their own.

No one spoke hastily.

In Mucheng's mind, he was thinking about the entanglement between Bo Ling and the man with the scar in front of the inn, while Bo Ling was thinking about Mu Cheng's reaction when he opened the door just now—even if Li Yiru's act of rushing in frightened him, but a normal person Quick, will you draw your knife in this situation?
The two made the same judgment - this person obviously had problems too.

"Let's talk about it in Jiangzhou." Mu Cheng said softly.

"Well, I agree." Bo Ling nodded.

Just as Li Yiru was about to ask why, his expression suddenly changed, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and looked out the door with some doubts.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ling and Mu Cheng asked at the same time.

"...the snoring has become weaker." Li Yiru frowned, "and... there are a lot of footsteps outside."

(End of this chapter)