imperial psychologist

Chapter 723
Lan Zhijun kept talking, but Bo Ling could hear it intermittently.

After hearing that Lan Zhijun was guessing how the people looking at both ends lost three-quarters of them under his nose, Bai Ling's attention began to divert to other things.

However, there were too many things to think about, and she couldn't even tell if she was thinking in multiple lines, or if she was in a panic and couldn't even stabilize her mind.

Haven't come to Jingzhou yet.

don't want to die here...

Can't die here.

And the people in the city...

These more than 500 people... can they be kept?
What does he want?
What else can I give?
……

Bo Ling only felt that there was chaos in his mind.

Here, or in front of Jin Bing and Lan Zhijun, she still couldn't think of a fulcrum that could threaten or mediate.

"Why, is it harsh to be praised by someone like me?"

Lan Zhijun stood in front of Bai Ling, her hands still folded in her sleeves as before.

Bai Ling's throat moved slightly, he lowered his head slightly, and sighed softly, "I just... didn't expect to meet you here."

"Lie." Lan Zhijun smiled, "The first day I came to attack the city, you should know that the person opposite is me."

"Really?" Bai Ling frowned, as if he was puzzled by Lan Zhijun's decisiveness

Lan Zhijun didn't answer, but he believed that Wang Meng or Bo Ling must have seen the newly erected Lan flag early in the morning.

Seeing that Bai Ling seemed to have nothing to say in front of him, Lan Zhijun gestured to the nearby wooden frame with his eyes.

"Go and wipe it off."

Bo Ling was stunned for a moment, then looked around, and saw a wooden shelf not far away, with an empty copper basin and towels on it.

The snow that fell on her clothes and hair had all melted after entering the tent, and her wet appearance seemed to come from the rain.

Bai Ling glanced at the recording officer nearby. He seemed to have just finished memorizing what Lan Zhijun said just now, and Bai Ling only captured the action of putting down the pen.

Bo Ling walked to the wooden frame a little confusedly, and quietly picked up a towel to wipe his hair.

The recorder began to write again.

It seems that this person not only records the language of the two people's conversation, but also records their movements.

why.

Such a record... Who is it for?

"Why did you come to the northern border?" Lan Zhijun picked up the teacup and sat on a chair beside him. Just as Bai Ling was about to speak, he suddenly said, "Think it over before we talk."

Bo Ling paused for a moment, remembering the lie that was exposed just now... Is Lan Zhijun warning himself to tell the truth?
"Why did I come to the northern border... Would Lan Zhijun not know?" Bai Ling whispered, "Seeing that Ange has made so much noise in Dazhou these years..."

"Reminiscing about the old days." Lan Zhijun replied, "Don't you want to?"

She sat down with some doubts, slowly rubbed her wet hair with her hands, and smacked the scene in front of her bit by bit.

Although she didn't understand why, Lan Zhijun was exuding some kind of friendliness and kindness.

"It's a bit... cold here." Bo Ling whispered.

Lan Zhijun quickly gave orders.

The wind and snow were howling outside the camp, and the people were driven to stand in the wind and snow, with no place to hide.

In just over an hour, four or five people had already froze and fell to the ground.

The outdoors at night are scary.

Wang Meng was tied to the stake without moving. The Jin soldiers ignored him, but carried Shao Kuan and Cao Xun who were next to him back to the camp to continue to be detained.

Soon, a cup of hot water and blankets were brought into the tent.

Bo Ling sipped his tea, "Where should I start..."

"From then on," Lan Zhijun said with a smile, "Let's start talking about your assassination of the emperor."

Looking at Lan Zhijun's smiling face, Bo Ling felt a little uneasy, but he still tried to erase the details of what happened in these years.

In Bo Ling's low-pitched statement, the howling of the cold wind between the sky and the earth seemed more miserable than before.

There was no wind in the tent, but the candle flame was still shaking.

During this period, Lan Zhijun never interrupted Bai Ling's narration, and the recorder at the side also kept writing.

How did she escape from Lan Zihao, and then how did she go northward, leave Pingjing, cross Huizhou and Jiangzhou, cross the river to Zhuozhou, and then look at both ends...

When I go through these things, I always feel that every day is like a lifetime is going to pass. Looking back, it seems that through the frosted glass, it seems to have become the past of the previous life, but when I talk about it, I talk about it very quickly.

All the past has become encounters of time, characters and places... The joys and sorrows of several months, condensed, are just because of such and such things happened, and then it was like that.

"...Probably, that's it." Bo Ling said softly.

"The Bai family father and son... Oh, it's the Lin family father and son. They are very famous in the northern border." Lan Zhijun smiled, "I already guessed their identities when I heard their names. Their medical skills , is also well-known in the Kingdom of Jin."

"Really." Bo Ling looked at the tea leaves floating on the cup with deep eyes, "It doesn't sound like a good thing."

There was a sudden noise next to him, and Bo Ling raised his head, and saw the recording officer next to him suddenly get up and walk out with the manuscript in his hand.

It seems that only myself and Lan Zhijun are left in the tent.

"Then there is only one remaining problem," Lan Zhijun looked at Bai Ling, "Do you want to die on both sides tonight, or wait?"

"What kind of problem is this..."

"Then let me ask another question." Lan Zhijun asked, "Do you think these 500 people will die here tonight, or wait?"

……

The fire at both ends burned for a day and a night in the heavy snow.

This is not an ordinary fire. This hub with a history of more than 100 years, together with all its walls standing on the mountain and countless underground stone chambers, were all blown up before the fire broke out.

At dusk when the fire was almost extinguished, Bai Yi and Wei Shishi finally arrived here together with Zhou Bing who came to support them.

Between the collapsed walls and ruins, the outlines of some buildings on the ground can be vaguely seen, and the people who died here—whether they were soldiers, common people, or golden men, have all turned into black bones. It was impossible to tell whether it was the charred stones on the side of the road, the broken walls, or human bones.

In the ruins of the burnt county government office, Wei Shishi recognized the dagger scabbard he had given to Boling at a glance.

The scabbard fell to the ground, but the dagger was nowhere to be seen.

The heads of Wang Meng and Shao Kuan were hung on the official road about two miles north, and Cao Xun was released.

In order to prevent Cao Xun from dying on the way because he couldn't take care of himself, before destroying the city, Lan Zhijun specially selected a dozen of the captured Zhou soldiers, and arranged a carriage to send them out from the south of the city. .

Along with Cao Xun, there was also a threatening letter with only gold inscriptions.

More than [-] people were taken away as slaves, and all living Zhou soldiers were killed on the spot.After breaking through the city, the Jinren ran very fast, but overnight, the cavalry who had previously been covered by black clouds disappeared.

It seems that the Jinren really withdrew their troops this time.

(End of this chapter)