imperial psychologist

Chapter 690
Bai Ling quietly looked at the two people in front of her. Neither of them was wearing battle armor. One was older and the other was young. It was difficult for her to judge their identities for a while.

She had previously thought that she might meet Chang Sheng in the north, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

Bo Ling lowered his eyes, looked at the open space between the two people opposite, and asked in a low voice, "Is...General Chang?"

After a brief silence, the man standing in front of Boling's left whispered, "It's me."

Bai Ling raised his eyes again.

The figure in front of him was strong, and when he glanced at it before, he only felt that the two of them had a military temperament, but now that he looked closely, Bo Ling noticed more details.

For example, the gullies and scars on Chang Sheng's face, such as his gray hair, all make his face show a kind of vicissitudes and aging that do not match his limbs.

His eye bags are heavy, the fundus of his eyes is blue, and the eyeballs are also bloodshot. One can tell that he has serious sleep problems... But those eyes are very similar to Shen Jichuan, with the sharpness and scorching heat of tigers and wolves.

The haggardness on their faces did not make them look weak, but instead made them look a bit older and kinder out of thin air—and for a general who would bet tens of millions of lives with just one order, This is totally an illusion.

"I heard your empress and General Shen mentioned you before." Bo Ling looked at Chang Sheng and said in a low voice.

Chang Sheng looked sideways at the adjutant beside him, "You go out first, I will talk to her alone."

"Well, there is one more thing..." The adjutant nodded, and whispered a few words next to Chang Sheng.

Chang Sheng laughed, pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, "It's not impossible, but I have a condition. Specifically, I want Gu Le to come and talk to me in person."

"Understood, then I'll go and answer the question." The adjutant quickly retreated, leaving only Bo Ling and Chang Sheng in the room.

Bo Ling pondered over the word "Gu Le" - it didn't sound like Zhou's name.

Chang Sheng walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, then raised his hand to signal Bo Ling to sit down too.

Bo Ling nodded, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw that the skin near the tiger's mouth on his right hand seemed to have been polished, showing a sandy white color that was completely different from the back of the hand-this was the result of holding a sword for many years.

"Wan Qi," Chang Sheng picked up the guide from Boling on the table, "This is not your real name, is it?"

Burling nodded.

"Your name is Song Qing?" Chang Sheng looked at Bo Ling, "What's your last name?"

Bo Ling was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the other party might have swindled the name from Li Yiru.

"Purse...can you return it to me?" Bai Ling asked softly.

Chang Sheng put the purse on the table and put it on the side close to Berlin.

Bo Ling reached out and held the green purse in her palm again. She hesitated whether to confess her identity to Chang Sheng. There were countless voices in her mind telling her to be vigilant, but under the candlelight, the dark green silk and satin of the purse was dense. With the faint light, she suddenly felt that she was once again protected by the imperial concubine.

Bo Ling said softly, "...Song Qing is not my real name either. This purse is the last thing my mother gave me before she died."

Under the dim light, Bo Ling heard Chang Sheng take a breath, "You were by my mother's side before she died?"

Bai Ling nodded and shook his head again.

Chang Sheng looked over with burning eyes, "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Bo Ling." Bo Ling caught Chang Sheng's gaze, "I wonder if the general has heard of this name before?"

……

In the middle of the night, Bo Ling followed Chang Sheng's adjutant to a firewood house in the East Temple. Li Yiru was being bound and thrown inside. When he saw Bo Ling, he immediately screamed.

Burling stepped forward and removed his gag.

"You were also arrested by them?" Li Yiru looked annoyed, "This group of soldiers are idiots! They don't make sense at all, I want to tell them—"

"I'll let you out." Bo Ling patted Li Yiru's head, "Turn around and I'll untie you."

Li Yiru was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the officer and soldier who brought Bo Ling did not follow him into the woodshed, but stood at the door and waited.

Bo Ling drew a knife and cut the thick rope binding Li Yiru's hands and feet, and then helped him stand up.

"What's going on?" Li Yiru looked at Bai Ling incredulously, "You are... Brother Mu?"

"Go back and talk about it." Bo Ling replied softly.

……

Chang Sheng arranged Bo Ling and Li Yiru in a guest room in the East Temple.The guards took them into the courtyard and left.

As soon as the two pushed the door open, Li Yiru coughed—the room was covered with dust, and no one had come in for a long time.

There were bedding that looked clean in the cabinet, but it also smelled of an inexplicable musty smell.

However, this is not a place for entertaining individual guests. It is not easy to pack up a room temporarily, so it is not good to force too much.

Bo Ling made the floor and gave up the bed to Li Yiru, while the young man came to help Bo Ling fetch water and wipe the floor together.

"Aren't you going to leave a berth for Brother Mu?" Li Yiru asked again.

"Brother Mu has already left." Bo Ling said softly, "It's the team of people transporting food you saw tonight...Brother Mu is mixed in and has already left the city. Get rid of it."

Li Yiru was stunned.

"He... why is he alone..."

"It's a good thing to escape." Bo Ling whispered, "I heard that the Yuezhou government has been offering rewards across the country since the beginning of this year to search for his whereabouts. If it wasn't for the deer hunter who recognized him when he met An Jiang Dao, I am afraid no one would have imagined that he would go all the way north."

The boy was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Bo Ling continued, "In two days, the officials will send us to Zhuozhou. How did we get here? We have to go to the government office of Zhuozhou to record our statements."

"...Impossible." Li Yiru frowned, "I don't believe Brother Mu—"

"I'm surprised too." Bo Ling said softly.

The two were silent for a moment.

Li Yiru scratched his face agitatedly, "I remember he said before that his wife and daughter are in Zhuozhou, so that's why-"

"If he can think of a way to steal two horses from the food team and move forward alternately, then he can arrive at the city of Zhuozhou in five or six days," Bo Ling said softly, "By the time we also arrive in Zhuozhou, he should have already married his wife." Girls reunite."

Li Yiru looked at Bai Ling, "What did he do?"

"...It is said that he is suspected of rebelling against the party," Bo Ling stopped the movement of his hands, "I also heard from General Chang that someone found out that he was working for the remnants of the former Prince Qinyuan. At the beginning of this year At that time, taking advantage of the Lantern Festival, people sneaked into a private mansion and slaughtered the family of the former Yuezhou prefect who was dismissed at home and awaiting investigation, and none of the dozen or so members were spared."

Li Yiru's eyes and mouth opened wide at the same time.

He couldn't say anything for a while, Mu Cheng's face appeared in his mind - no matter what, he couldn't connect this face with a murderous wanted criminal.

(End of this chapter)