imperial psychologist

Chapter 734
The dried blood on Bai Ling's face had solidified into a dull black at this moment, she silently looked at Lan Zhijun in front of her, her throat moved slightly.

"Good beauty, don't always hold a knife like this..."

Before Lan Zhijun finished speaking, a short arrow had already hit the blade of Bai Ling's dagger. She was aware of it, but her movement was still a step slower, and the bloody dagger had already been knocked down on the ground not far away. , the tip of the knife was inserted into the ground, and the handle of the knife trembled.

And the other two steel nails that hit her knees were pierced where she had just stood - if she hadn't dodged in time, her feet would have been pierced by now.

These three hidden weapons obviously did not come from Lan Zhijun's direction.

In this seemingly empty tent, someone was secretly protecting Lan Zhijun's safety.

"Sure enough," Lan Zhijun muttered to herself, "You have kung fu... Did you learn it from your master after I left Lanzihao?"

Bai Ling felt that the alarm was sounding everywhere in her body, her eyes and ears were more keenly aware of the changes in front of her than ever before, but she heard Lan Zhijun smirking and waving her hand, "Forget it, Stop, don't make it difficult for her anymore."

He quickly sat back on his soft bed.

"Don't play tricks on me." Lan Zhijun looked at Bo Ling, "After getting along for so long, you should understand that I cherish you very much, Bo Ling."

"Where did I touch you—"

"Next time, no matter whether you were bullied by Jin people or Zhou people, don't bring right and wrong into my tent again, otherwise..." Lan Zhijun patted her own face intentionally or unintentionally. Softly, "I don't mind, I have a contest with you outside the chessboard."

……

That night, when Bai Ling returned to the camp of the slaves of the Zhou people, he found that although the lights were turned off, everyone was waiting for her to come back in the dark.

She quickly explained the ins and outs of tonight to everyone, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After cursing the beast a few times in unison, they lay back on their bunks again.

Bo Ling changed the bloody clothes outside in the dark, but he couldn't fall asleep after lying down.

Now that I think about it, going to Lan Zhijun’s camp tonight is indeed too risky—in Lan Zhijun’s opinion, he might want to use this incident to provoke Aguili’s relationship with him, so he issued such a warning. Let her not bring the disaster she caused to his camp in the future.

Thinking of the phrase "competition outside the chessboard" and the two shockingly strong steel nails, Bo Ling was a little shocked, and the girl nearby heard Bo Ling's anxious breathing, and reached out to poke her.

Burling turned sideways.

"Are you still thinking about what happened at night?" The companion asked softly.

"Yeah." Bo Ling closed his eyes and responded.

"Don't be afraid." The companion whispered, "Everyone is spreading news tonight, but you didn't come back then."

"……what news?"

"I heard that an envoy from the Zhou people has come," said the companion in a low voice, "not to our place, but to the capital of the Jin people..."

"Really..." Bo Ling was a little absent-minded, "What is the envoy doing in the capital of the Jinren?"

"I don't know," the companion's voice was slightly smiling, "We all guessed it was in the afternoon..."

"If it's really a fight, our life should be even more difficult." Bo Ling whispered.

"Do you care about this?" The girl was a little surprised.

"Don't you care?"

"I don't care, of course I don't care..." Although the girl's voice was small, it still sounded a bit generous at night, "I just hope that our Zhou Jun will call and kill these gangsters! Even if I If he died, that would be considered revenge."

Bo Ling lightly patted each other's shoulders a few times.

"Go to sleep, we don't think about this anymore."

……

A few days later, the atmosphere in the slave camp suddenly fell into a kind of unnerving excitement and anxiety.

One night, Zhou Ren, who was in charge of slaughtering the sheep and dividing the meat, found a bag of brocade handkerchiefs from the belly of the sheep when he was killing the sheep.

Such a strange event immediately attracted the attention of everyone in their camp.

Everyone carefully unfolded the veil. The silk cloth had already been stained red with blood, but the full moon and flowing clouds drawn with ink brushes on it were still clearly identifiable. There was also a bundle of medicinal materials wrapped in the veil. Everyone asked someone familiar with traditional Chinese medicine I looked at it and recognized that it was angelica.

Several people pondered for a long time, and suddenly someone tasted it - full moon angelica!
Counting the days, it is still the beginning of February, and on the fifteenth day of every month, the moon will be full again... Several people looked at each other, trembling with excitement for a while.

In the days that followed, there were more and more strange things. After waking up, several people said that they saw a big tree in their dreams, and the tree was full of dense black birds. , which made people cry.

And these people all said that they saw this scene in the dream on the way up the mountain to sweep the tomb during the Qingming Festival.

Among the Zhou people, an old man was the first to realize that what they dreamed was an auspicious bird, a kind of flying bird in the northern legend, which only appeared on the day of Qingming, and it was the divine bird that the ancestors incarnated because they missed their homeland—— So it is also called homesick bird.

Homesick bird, full moon angelica...

Zhou people shared these omens from the sky in private, with some kind of secret expectation in their hearts, but they didn't know what month the fifteenth day of the "full moon" was.

As the days passed, it was already the ninth day of February.

At dusk that day, Bo Ling unloaded a basket full of cow dung cakes on his back, leaned against the side of the car and sat down to rest, sweating profusely.

At this time, she almost had to go back and change clothes to prepare to go to Lan Zhijun's camp, but there was no wind at the moment, and the evening light shone warmly on her body, making her not want to get up for a while.

"Burling."

A voice came from the other side of the car, and Bo Ling looked sideways. The Hesta girl who had met on a snowy night not long ago was also holding a cow dung basket and pouring the dung cake in the basket into the car.

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Bai Ling looked away and whispered, "Where have you been these days?"

Volva graciously sat beside Berlin.

On the side of the dung cake cart near them, the slaves of the Zhou people and the Jin people sat and rested together in twos and threes, and some chatted with each other. This scene is perfectly normal.

"Aguili has a new team coming, we were recruited to help, I just came back yesterday." Volva clapped his hands, put the wooden clip aside, and whispered, "You should also tell me Let’s talk about what happened that night.”

"Okay," Bai Ling sat up straighter, looked at the young Volva, and said with a smile, "but before that, can you tell me how you knew that the golden man was going to attack me that day ?”

(End of this chapter)