imperial psychologist

Chapter 656
At noon, Mucheng changed his clothes and stood alone on a bustling street in Huizhou Prefecture.

At this moment, his hair was tied in a scarf, his face was clean, and the stubble was gone. In addition to his originally slender figure, he even looked a bit bookish.

——"It's okay not to go to the man with the scar, but Brother Mu, let's go out and have a look first."

Berlin's words echoed in his mind.

Although there was no one living in the empty house, there were still some old clothes in the closet. Although the clothes were a bit bigger in the waist and belly, but fortunately, his shoulders were broad and his body was long, so he could fully support it even if the belt was tightened.

In the afternoon, the sky began to drizzle again. With this level of rain, most pedestrians didn't even bother to open umbrellas, and the streets were still full of traffic.

Mu Cheng didn't dare to go to crowded places, and covered his forehead with his hands when crossing the street as if sheltering from the rain, and walked briskly across the market.

He was going to visit the inn last night.

Suddenly, the same person hiding from the rain came head-on, and Mu Cheng dodged it. The person turned around embarrassedly, shouted "I'm sorry!", and then hurriedly disappeared into the rain.

Mu Cheng vigilantly touched the document in his sleeve, which was the complaint that Bo Ling handed him this morning.

After going to the inn after a while, Mu Cheng had to make a trip to the back door of the government office in Huizhou to put this petition into the unnamed box over there.

The content of the complaint is very simple-an anonymous report on the smuggling of military rations by the Yongping Escort, and the evidence is in the temporary warehouse of the Yongping Escort.

……

"What is Songqing doing?" Li Yiru asked.

Berlin didn't respond.

"Songqing?" Li Yiru shouted again.

At this moment, Bai Ling suddenly realized that the boy was calling herself, and she turned around, "What?"

"What are you squatting there looking at?" Li Yiru moved over and followed Bai Ling's gaze, "They have been transporting food here all morning."

Bo Ling nodded, "It seems to mean that we are going to leave tomorrow."

The empty house is on the second floor, and at this moment, in the aisle under the window, a group of young and vigorous men are walking out with grain bags. People consciously stick to the wall on their right to avoid bumping into each other.

"Leave one, let one!" A person pushed a wheelbarrow out from the middle of the aisle.

The others laughed.

"It's only a few steps away and you still need a car!"

"It's better to save trouble."

"Go, go!" The person pushing the cart pouted, "I don't know where these grain bags got hooked, and they were all torn. I'm just pulling them to reload!"

Upstairs, Bo Ling and Li Yiru raised the corners of their mouths at the same time, revealing a silent smile.

Bai Ling withdrew his gaze, turned and sat against the wall.

"It looks like they might be leaving tonight." Li Yiru said softly, "When are we leaving here?"

"Let's wait for the news from Brother Mu first." Bai Ling replied, "I guess the rumors outside are getting tighter now. Anyway, we should be prepared. Either wait for everything to come to light, and let us clear our name and walk away with dignity, or Just mixed in this batch of grain, and slipped out of the city together..."

"Okay," Li Yiru nodded, "Then shall we still go to the room of the man with the scar?"

Bai Ling shook his head, "Since Big Brother Mu said he couldn't go, then let's not go. I was thinking that there might be letters or other clues in the room... Then even if we fall into the hands of the Huizhou Government Yamen Here, we also have evidence that we can stand up to."

Li Yiru glanced at Bai Ling brightly, "What did Song Qing do before, I feel that you are very skilled and your mind is quick."

"...Accompanies the children to study in the rich family's house." Bai Ling said softly.

"Scholar???"

"...Well." Bo Ling nodded, "Yes, it's the book boy."

"Then you escaped?"

Bo Ling tilted his head in doubt, "...how do you know?"

Li Yiru sighed, "The bookboys in my family basically entered the mansion only after pressing the contract of selling their lives... My mother would not let them go home during the holidays. Several times I heard them discussing how to escape."

"It's miserable." Bai Ling said in a low voice.

Li Yiru's expression looked a little awkward, hesitant to speak.

Bo Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, "...you also bullied them?"

"No." Li Yiru answered firmly, then reluctantly looked away, "...it shouldn't be considered bullying."

Bo Ling hummed meaningfully.

"It's just...they made an escape plan, where they put things, how to go after they go out, etc." Li Yiru had a complicated expression, "Because I heard it all... Then I followed their instructions one step ahead of time." The plan went away."

"And took their money?" Bo Ling said tentatively.

"...There are still burdens." Li Yiru replied honestly.

"Okay." Bo Ling sighed with deep eyes, "It's not easy to stay in that family."

"Does Songqing have tattoos on her body?" Li Yiru asked, "Our servants and servants all have a family crest tattooed on their back shoulders."

Bo Ling was a little surprised, "Do you still have a family emblem?"

"Ah."

To some extent... this is no longer an ordinary rich family.

How could this young man's identity become more and more outrageous...

"What's your family crest?"

Li Yiru squeezed out a golden leaf, "This is it...Chuanning Li, have you heard of Songqing?"

"No." Bai Ling shook her head honestly, thinking of Ai Songqing's "Chuzhou Ai Family", she tilted her head and asked, "Is your father's family also a century-old family?"

"No." Li Yiru shook his head, "Old Li's family was ruined by my great-grandfather's ancestors, and my great-grandfather didn't know how to make money. I heard that he was originally from Jingzhou, but he ended up in Sichuan for some reason. The state capital has settled down, and it was poor and poor in the early years...It was only in my father's generation that it became prosperous again."

Bai Ling frowned slightly - it didn't sound like a very powerful old family either.

Add up less than two generations?Why is it "Chuanning Li's"...

"Then it's not easy for your father." Bai Ling said softly, "This can be regarded as self-made."

"Ah?" Li Yiru was stunned for a moment, "Oh, no! My father is married. My house, villa...all are my mother's dowry."

"Hey..." Bo Ling was also stunned for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong.

"The Li family in Chuanning is my mother's family." Li Yiru scratched his head, and continued, "But my father's surname is also Li. When I was young, my grandfather often corrected me in private, saying that I can't take my mother's surname, haha."

Li Yiru was about to ask which rich family Bo Ling used to work as a book boy when he heard a sound from the window on the other side—Mu Cheng had returned.

(End of this chapter)