imperial psychologist

Chapter 669 "David"

"It seems to be an ancient poem...but there are too many incomplete places," Li Yiru whispered, "There are a lot of straw and ashes stuck here, I put them all—what's wrong with you?"

Under the dim light, Li Yiru's eyes turned red when he saw Bo Ling.

Bo Ling leaned over and knelt down beside Li Yiru's pillow, and gently stretched out his hand to remove the reed grass on it.

The ruined temple should have been painted later, but now the walls have fallen off one after another, exposing the gray bricks inside again.

This is a poem carved on the wall with a knife, and it seems to have traces of time.

Bo Ling gently stroked the marks on the wheel, tears dripping down one by one.

On the side, Li Yiru sat there in a daze, staring blankly at his companion who was crying suddenly, not knowing what to do.

Bo Ling didn't say anything, just pulled out the dagger at the back of his waist, and re-scratched the blurred places on the wall.

"Don't snuggle with me..." Li Yiru's eyes followed Bai Ling's dagger, "I am used to coldness, and I am determined to become ice..."

Don't cuddle with me, I'm used to being cold, and I'm determined to become ice.

Don't snuggle up to me, don't come near me, I'm on fire, burning all trees.

Don't come close to me, come and hug me, I am warm and cool.

Come hug me, hold me up, I'm old, I'm a sick animal.

Please support me, you wait for me, I die...

Bo Ling put down the knife—the last two sentences were the first two sentences that Li Yiru saw.

He is just like me.

He is just like me.

After doing all this, Bo Ling returned to his bed alone without saying anything, and then lay down.

In the darkness, Li Yiru heard Bo Ling's quiet and restrained sobs.

He looked at the back of Bo Ling lying on his side in some puzzlement, and then looked at the clear lines of poetry on the wall again. Even after Bo Ling completed the poem, he also felt that the words looked a bit strange Weird, I don't know what I'm talking about.

But he could probably guess that it might have been left by the two people who lived here.

When I pass away, he will come.

He looked at Berlin not far away.

The next morning.

Mucheng wakes up in good spirits.

After being outside for so long, he has rarely slept so soundly.

Both Bo Ling and Li Yiru had woken up, and they were sitting on their bunks drinking porridge with bowls in their hands. Mu Cheng asked them where they got the porridge, and Li Yiru pointed to the door—just like last night, they wanted to drink Porridge has to be paid separately.

Mu Cheng also went directly to the siblings at the door to buy a bowl.

It was still daylight, and many travelers in the ruined temple hadn't woken up yet. The three of them had already checked their belongings. After bidding farewell to their brothers and sisters in the temple, they embarked on a journey again.

The elder sister stood at the door and watched the figures of the few people leaving. She always felt that the young man who asked her about Bai Yi last night had an unfriendly temperament on him.

"Sister, which one of them are you looking for?" The brother of the strong man came over and looked in the direction of his sister, "They haven't gone far yet, if you like it, I can help you kidnap it now." Come one."

The elder sister frowned, and struck the younger brother's head with a hand knife, "Go and pack up their bedding! I'll go to the back to collect the clothes!"

The strong man rubbed his head in his arms, and watched his sister go to the backyard.

When he was packing the bedding, he quickly discovered that there was a lot of gray and white wall covering where Li Yiru slept last night.

"Sister! I feel like I need to paint this side again!" He shouted towards the backyard, "The wall is bald again!"

"You do it yourself!" came the voice from the backyard, "I'm busy here too!"

The burly man ran to the stone house behind, and soon came over with a brush and a bucket of thick lime water, and repainted the exposed brick wall in a short while.

He moved so fast that he didn't even notice a few more lines on the wall:

Follow me not, for I may not lead the way;
Do not go before me, for I may not follow;
Please walk by my side and be my friend.

……

In late August, Boling and his party finally arrived near Jiangzhou.

They passed through several towns on the way, and relied on Li Yiru's astonishing financial resources to buy three horses, and Mucheng got new guides from nowhere. Surprised, passed safely.

Now that Jiangzhou is right in front of us, there are obviously more pedestrians on the road, and there are scattered tea shops on the side of the road.

Several people dismounted and walked, and finally stopped outside an open-air tea shop to rest.

Before entering the city, several of them already felt the difference between Jiangzhou and Huizhou.

This side looks much more desolate than Huizhou, and the caravans encountered on the road look more fierce, and the guys in their hands are also ruthless.

While eating noodles, Li Yiru raised his head and looked at Bai Ling, "How does Songqing plan to hand over the letter to that person?"

"Let's talk about it after we enter the city," Bai Ling said softly, "I don't know what's going on in Jiangzhou Chengli now, so let's find out first."

"We can't stay in Jiangzhou for too long." Mu Cheng said aside, "Two days at most, and now the weather is getting colder. The further north we go, the colder it gets, and the more difficult it is to walk."

"Two days should be enough." Bo Ling nodded, "Brother Mu, don't worry, I'll get there as soon as possible."

Xiao Er served three bowls of Yangchun noodles at this moment. Hearing the conversation of several people, he was a little surprised, "A few guest officials have arrived in Jiangzhou, and they still want to go north?"

Mu Cheng looked at the boy's face, "What's wrong?"

"Don't dare to go further north!" Xiaoer made a frightening expression, "After crossing the river, it's no longer a place for people to live!"

Bai Ling smiled, "How could it be such an exaggeration, haven't the four northern states been guarding well in recent years?"

"The four states in the northern border return to the four states in the northern border. Of course it is better to have soldiers in the city, but there are a lot of bandits on the road," Xiao Er lowered his voice.

Li Yiru looked up, "What happened this year?"

Xiao Er looked at them, smiled awkwardly, and rubbed his thumb and index finger under the tray.

Li Yiru learned how to behave, this time he took out a few copper coins, threw them on Xiaoer's tray, and said softly, "Brother, can you tell us?"

The little errand accepted the money with a smile on his face, then bent down, and said softly, "I also heard about this from other guests who passed by, saying that General Shen has become more and more ineffective in the past two years."

Mu Cheng scolded, "This kind of rumor has been around for a long time, and it's all slander by gold thieves, so it's not credible."

"Oh, listen to me, guest officer," said the waiter hastily. "The 'early years' you mentioned happened seven or eight years ago, right? At that time, General Shen was called back to the capital, and it was indeed better after he came back." Yes, but the situation has been different in the past two years, and I don’t just listen to one person say that.”

Bo Ling frowned, "What happened to General Shen?"

(End of this chapter)