imperial psychologist

Chapter 728 Mirror
Lan Zhijun laughed.

In Aguili's eyes, the use of women is very narrow.

Either it is used to make fun of oneself or have children, or it is used to marry other tribes as a means or bargaining chip for marriage.

Seeing Lan Zhijun's sudden smile, Aguili suddenly realized something - after all, on Zhouren's side, women play in various ways, although he couldn't understand the fun of it at all, but Chen Shubai in front of him still had a lot of fun. He is a native of Zhou.

Maybe this is also part of his preferences.

Aguili didn't ask any more questions, and Lan Zhijun didn't bother to explain. The two walked out of the tent together and went to eat in Aguili's tent.

Aguili showed unprecedented enthusiasm to Lan Zhijun, and Lan Zhijun fully understood his intentions—going north for a few days, he would soon reach the Luer River, and after crossing the Luer River, he would be in the Kingdom of Jin capital.

Arslan is far more than just Aguili's son, and Aguili is the bravest and simple-minded of many heirs. He desperately needs a counselor like himself.

If not, Lan Zhijun would not have chosen him.

Sure enough, after earning money, Aguili sincerely opened his heart to Lan Zhijun, and asked him to marry him as "Fuhai"-the meaning of the golden orchid among the golden people.

Lan Zhijun readily agreed, and after becoming sworn brothers, Aguili further shared more and more private information with him.

This ambition to covet the throne is the same no matter in Zhou Zaijin.

After finishing speaking, Aguili was a little embarrassed, and seemed to hesitate to speak. Lan Zhijun asked why, and Aguili smiled, "I know you Zhou people pay attention to emotions, but I still hope you think What, just tell me, and I would also like to tell you what I think in my heart, I never play guessing games with others."

Lan Zhijun lowered her eyes, "Maybe His Highness should change his temper."

"what?"

"It's not necessary to be able to guess the deep meaning of others," Lan Zhijun said softly, "If His Highness can hold back what's in his heart, don't just speak out after thinking about it...Many things will be easier to do than now."

Aguili is as good as others.

Before parting, he personally sent Lan Zhijun back. On the way, he saw some Zhou people working, and Aguili suddenly seemed to remember something.

"By the way, there is one thing that I don't know if Chen has received any news. Since the army withdrew from Zhou's border, someone has been following us—ah, it's not us," Aguili felt the discrepancy in his words. Meaning, "Several tribes who returned later than us have all been harassed at night."

Lan Zhijun looked at him, "What kind of harassment? Assassination?"

"It's not that serious. I heard that the last loss was a tent of food and grass. Several of the slaves in the tribe had met this group of people and said they were all Zhou people." Aguili Narrowing his eyes, "In less than two months, there are four tribes with a total of ten regiments all saying that they have suffered from these people. I am worried..."

Lan Zhijun frowned and thought for a while, "There are many commoner knights like this in the northern region. Maybe it's because they feel that Dajin is in decline, so they have the idea of ​​going back."

"What do you think the military division should do now?"

"Your Highness, please pass this news back to the capital." Lan Zhijun said softly, "There has been no accident, maybe it's because these people have never met their target... Your Highness is honorable, and we should strengthen our vigilance in the past few days, and even more Remind the suzerain in the capital to be careful these days."

"it is good!"

……

At nightfall, Bai Ling came to Lan Zhijun's tent again on time.

This time the two of them did not talk nonsense, as if nothing happened yesterday, only the sound of the two falling under the candlelight.

Bai Ling's eyes were a little swollen, and the corners of her eyes were a little red, and she looked even more haggard than yesterday, but her chess style was still as brutal as ever, with a certain airtight oppression and cruelty.

Lan Zhijun looked at Bo Ling from the corner of his eye, perhaps this was one of the things he found interesting about this person.

Recalling that when he was in Lanzihao, he had read the transcripts of Bo Ling's conversations in that consulting room many times.

The Berlin in that room is obviously another person... a container ready to take on the pain of others, a sharp but measured blade, or a mirror.

Yes, mirror, this description seems more appropriate...

Most of the people who walked out of the consulting room never saw her in person, but saw their own reflection in her eyes.

This may be the reason why those people love Bo Ling so much. They like themselves here in Bo Ling, so Ai Wu and Wu Di think that Bo Ling is probably also a person worthy of love.

However, this is clearly not the case...

If these people have seen Bai Ling's methods, seen her embarrassing and weak side, this kind of love will probably collapse immediately, because...

The sound of chess pieces hitting the chessboard sounded.

Lan Zhijun looked at Bai Ling, who was staring at herself coldly.

Bo Ling said, "The few moves you just made were too substandard, are you distracted?"

Only then did Lan Zhijun's attention return to the chessboard.

However, he suddenly felt that the battle between these square inches became boring again. Compared with these, he wanted to know more, if Bai Ling also looked at him, what kind of image would be reflected in her eyes.

"Yesterday you asked me why I suddenly wanted to play chess again..." Lan Zhijun lowered her eyes and said, "It's not that I can't tell you the answer."

Bo Ling laughed, "I already understand."

"Oh?" Lan Zhijun held on to his son and fell, "Why?"

A brief silence.

After a few more moves, Bo Ling stopped the movement of his hands, and made fists with both hands again, and put them flat on his knees.

Looking at the chessboard, Lan Zhijun suddenly realized that he had already lost, he laughed, and gently threw the white piece he was holding onto his fingertips into the chess basket.

"I lost."

"...Actually, many people have a misunderstanding." Bai looked at the chessboard, as if talking to himself, "It seems that there are really such villains in the world, who are bad from head to toe, from the inside out, they No humanity, no morals, no regrets, no sadness...

"Because this will make the judgment of right and wrong easier and make judgment less painful."

Bo Ling said, and began to put the chess pieces on the chessboard into the basket.

"But that might not be the case...

"Most people who do evil are not good people, but they are not so bad... If you are always out of tune with the surrounding environment, you will feel lonely... And it is normal for lonely people to miss the past gone."

Lan Zhijun looked at Bai Ling and laughed mockingly, "Are you talking about me, or yourself?"

"Where's Sister Fengqi, what about those people who disappeared from the Lanzi shop with you?" Bo Ling looked at Lan Zhijun, "We've been playing chess for so long, why... I haven't seen any of these people?"

(End of this chapter)