imperial psychologist

Chapter 732 The Girl
This year's festival was very lively.

Not only because of the careful preparations of the Zhou people, but also because the suzerain of the Kingdom of Jin came to Aguili's camp in person, and everyone's tents—whether they were nobles, soldiers, commoners or even slaves—had received extra rewards.

The name Arslan has only two usages among the Jin people, one as a tribe name, and the other as a personal name.

When it is used as a personal name, only one person can directly call himself by this surname—that is, the suzerain himself.

The number of guards along the entire Lure River is double that of before, and the closer to Arslan's own residence, the more checkpoints are set.

Lan Zhijun's camp was not far from there, so Bo Ling really experienced these sudden troubles.

As Berlin returned later and later, the rest of the tent grew more and more worried.

This kind of worry is really difficult to eliminate, because they can't even ask Bo Ling, is it that the Zhou army division is getting more and more difficult to deal with?Are they trying to make things difficult for you again?Is there any pain in your heart...

Whenever someone decides to ask Bo Ling why he returned late, he will be stopped by others immediately—since Bo Ling doesn't want to talk, don't force her.

Bai Ling once again noticed the extra warmth that everyone showed her, but she still didn't explain anything as before.

Such a misunderstanding saved her from the trouble of explaining her whereabouts to everyone.

Half a month later, Arslan returned to the capital, and life resumed its previous rhythm.Now when I go to Lan Zhijun's camp again, the chess game between the two is no longer as tense as before, and they are more chatting while playing chess.

Days like this occasionally remind Bo Ling of the time when Lord Hengyuan taught her to play chess in the three years after the death of Emperor Jianxi.

When the strengths of the two sides are too disparate, no matter what jackals and beasts are sitting opposite, it seems that they can become friends calmly - but the decision-making power seems to always be in the hands of the superior.

Lan Zhijun was really relieved, because I don't know when, Bai Ling slowly changed back to the familiar look.

She is always neither timid nor obsequious, and even when she responds to people, she has a kind of helpless sincerity, because she is a mirror that reflects everything, and talking to her is like talking to yourself.

If there are any new discoveries in Berlin during this process, there are probably some.

Be it Lan Zhijun or Hengyuan Jun, she looked at them as if she saw two marionettes of fate, she tried her best to hide her contempt, perhaps because Lan Zhijun is too lonely now, to be so lonely even once Unaware of her hidden hatred.

Hate is always sobering.

Leaving Lan Zhijun's camp that day, Bai Ling asked for a few incense sticks as before, and then stepped into the snowstorm outside the tent.

As soon as she went out, she bumped into the golden soldier who escorted her back to the camp today. The gaze of that man made Bai Ling feel a little uncomfortable. On the way back, this man bumped into him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Right here." Bo Ling stopped and said in the language of the Jinren, "I'm going to offer incense, alone."

"Go!" The man had a smile on his face, "I know the rules, I can't follow, I'll just wait here for you to come back."

From the small road between the camps to the north, there is an open snowfield.

Starting before New Year's Eve, every time he came out of Lan Zhijun's camp, Bo Ling would carry incense and go to the snowfield alone to "pray".

This is the solitude that Bai Ling asked Lan Zhijun for. The soldiers of the Jinren would watch her from a distance with a lamp and walk into a small spark, and then stand alone in the ice and snow for a long time-this is a lot of things in Bai Ling. The real reason for the late return.

Jinren, or Lan Zhijun, never worried that Bo Ling would take the opportunity to escape.

This aspect is of course because the entire snowfield is the territory of Aguili. After an order is sent from the barracks, it can reach all the branch tribes within a day; more importantly, no one has ever been able to rely on themselves. With the strength of my life, I walked through this meadow under the midwinter.

In such a freezing place, not to mention the night, even in the daytime when the sun shines, a person will definitely not be able to survive a day's walking.

Cold and hunger are second to none. In the middle of winter, there are often blizzards that arise for no reason. They cover the sky and ground, and can scratch blood on people's faces in an instant.And on the way to the north from both ends, Aguili's tribe has encountered two such storms in total - those who have experienced this kind of power will not have any lucky thoughts.

Time passed little by little, and after a long silence, the figure of Bo Ling with the lamp finally stood up and turned around again, slowly approaching Aguili's camp.

From a distance, she saw the golden soldier walking towards her.

Bo Ling faintly felt that something was wrong, so he stopped in place, quietly waiting for the other party to step over the knee-deep deep snow and approach him.

When the distance was only seven or eight steps, the opponent also stopped, because the golden soldier was panting heavily for running so far on the snowy ground, and the white mist dissipated in the air.

"I told you, don't follow." Bai Ling said with a frown.

The man ignored it, but suddenly laughed, the oily face and the drool in his eyes were clearly illuminated by the lamp in Bo Ling's hand.

"Oh..." Bo Ling finally realized, she looked at the golden man, "Who gave you the courage?"

The man loosened his belt a little, and said with a smile, "I know you, your name is Bo Ling, and you are Chen Shubai...'s woman."

"...Since you know, do you still dare to mess around?"

The man laughed, "Stop pretending, I've heard your people tell you that you're a 'Potty'."

Poti, the "prostitute" in Jinyu.

Bo Ling held the lamp in one hand, and then stretched the other hand behind his back expressionlessly.

"Even if it's Poti, you can't touch Poti." She looked coldly at Jin Bing in front of her, "You dare to follow me here...do you want to die...or do you want to die?"

"I dare to follow, of course I've caught your handle..." The other party took a step closer with a smile, and then said ferociously, "You didn't come here to burn incense at all! Every time you run to this snowfield, you are fighting with me." A tryst with a Hesta man!"

Bai Ling's heartstrings were really startled.

She lowered her head and laughed, then slowly approached Jin Bing in front of her, "Since I've been discovered, I have no choice but to—"

Before Bai Ling could make a move, a figure suddenly appeared from behind the golden soldier.

The expression on the man's face froze in an instant, and then disbelief and pain twisted together, and he turned his head slowly.

At this moment, Bo Ling also saw the face of the person coming.

A red-haired Hesta girl held a bloody dagger in her hand, and looked at the fallen golden soldier with fear and anger in her eyes.

"Are you okay!" The girl looked at Bo Ling.

(End of this chapter)