imperial psychologist

Chapter 736

Lan Zhijun felt that not only did the last threat to Bo Ling not have the desired effect, but... it seemed to have given her some bad inspiration.

Since these days, Bo Ling has not restrained himself in the slightest, and has come to his camp more frequently than before.

In the past, he thought of it, sent someone to pass it on, and she came again, and the two played chess, drank tea, and so on.

And since that accident, Bo Ling came here almost every day.

Sometimes when he had something to do in his hands or military affairs, Bo Ling would stay away from his desk and sit by the fire on the other side of the tent without saying a word, staring quietly like a puppet. in flames.

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak—on one occasion, the two of them spent more than an hour of silent time together in the camp.

Before leaving that day, Lan Zhijun asked her with a sullen face, "Why do you come to my place every day?"

Bai Ling thought for a while, and replied calmly, "In this way, it seems that I am more favored... Has it caused you any trouble?"

Lan Zhijun took a deep breath.

"I didn't intend to cause trouble for you." Bai Ling quickly explained the reason at that time, "Because the more Your Highness values ​​you, the less others dare to find fault with me. As long as these golden men don't come to find fault My fault, the safer I am, the less trouble I will cause Lan Zhijun...or is it that Lan Zhijun is not willing to see me?"

Lan Zhijun didn't answer, she lowered her eyes and let Bai Ling leave.

These days, whether it is the full moon angelica or the homesick bird during the Qingming Festival, he has heard a little about these things. Although there is no evidence, he vaguely feels that these things should have nothing to do with Boling.

That night, Bai Ling changed his clothes and stepped into Lan Zhijun's camp, and the two played chess as before.

"You gave a dagger to a girl from Hesta today?" Lan Zhijun asked nonchalantly, "Why?"

"I met by chance," Bai Ling said with a gentle expression. "In the early days, she often sent some supplies to our camp. When I went out today, I didn't bring any good things with me, so I gave her the dagger that I carried with me."

"You are very generous." Lan Zhijun's voice was flat, "What are you talking about?"

"She said she has an older brother whom she hasn't seen for many years," Bo Ling said, raising his eyes. "After all, I also have an older brother...so we can chat together."

The fingers of Lan Zhijun's left hand lightly fiddled with the white pieces in his hand, and the pieces flipped repeatedly in his knuckles and palm. Hearing this, the movement of his hand stopped, "So you came here unarmed today?"

Bai Ling lowered his head and smiled, and gently rolled up his drooping temple hair with his right hand, "Since Lan Zhijun has sent someone to spy on him, what else am I going to do with that dagger?"

Lan Zhijun didn't answer, and the two continued to fight on the chessboard.

"When I came here in the evening, I saw many young girls with their hands tied, just like when the newcomers first entered Baihuaya." Bo Ling said softly, "Are they new female slaves?"

"Ah."

"Thinking about it this way, it's really strange. Why is there always no one here, Lan Zhijun?" Bai Ling still lowered his eyes, "Lan Zhijun...don't you like women from the Kingdom of Jin?"

Lan Zhijun dropped his piece expressionlessly, while Bo Ling looked at the chessboard and did not follow up for a long time.

Lan Zhijun waited for a while, seeing that Bo Ling didn't intend to make a move at all, he looked at the chess game in front of him with some doubts, and then realized - he lost again.

"Distracted." Lan Zhijun whispered.

"You always seem to be distracted." Bai Ling raised his eyes, "What are you thinking?"

Just as Lan Zhijun was about to answer, Bai Ling's hand had already reached out.

She supported the chessboard with one hand—the crushed chess pieces jingled and fell to the ground beside her. Bo Ling's upper body crossed the chessboard and slowly leaned towards Lan Zhijun.

"If you are always distracted when playing chess, what fun is there in such a game..."

Bai Ling lowered his voice, "Half a month ago, you said that you would have a contest with me outside the chessboard. I have been thinking, what exactly do you mean, why don't you tell me yourself tonight?"

"Every movement of yours." Lan Zhijun took Bo Ling's hand stretched out to her cheek, gently shook it away, and then looked at Bo Ling coldly, "I mean, every movement that Chun Po taught you, I've seen it all, even pointed to it... you know?"

"So?" Bo Ling pressed his forehead, "Doesn't work?"

The corner of Lan Zhijun's mouth raised slightly, "If you are Fengqi or someone else, then it doesn't matter, but you are different, Bo Ling. Anyone who knows a little bit about you will know that you will always love you They all clearly say 'I'm being tricked by Shimei', and only a child like Chen Yicong who has no experience will fall into the trick."

Bo Ling withdrew his hand and laughed as if he had heard something interesting.

"No wonder..." Bo Ling said softly, "I have never quite understood Feng Qi's loyalty to you...but now I understand."

She half-opened her eyes, she didn't have the slightest intention to sit back to her seat, she was still staring at Lan Zhijun's eyes from a height as before, half-drunk.

Lan Zhijun's eyes didn't dodge in the slightest.

He used to think that the best work he raised in Baihuaya was Lin's. Such an astonishing beauty combined with a humble charm that is invincible to many people.

But now it seems that Berlin may be even better.

He watched Boling's tentative approach calmly. This movement was not fluent, but perhaps that was where it was so good, as if many people would mistake all clumsiness for some kind of sincerity.

What's more, Berlin is really beautiful.

Today's Bo Ling is almost 20 years old. This fully mature body and the youthful breath that will be born at the age of [-] or [-] are two completely different beauties.

Although such approaching means some kind of danger, it still makes Lan Zhijun feel a little joy of being pleased.

"Then it's better for us to follow the plan now and pretend that I have been captured by your beauty trick." Lan Zhijun slightly raised her head and met Bai Ling's bright eyes, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to go hunting."

The two were separated by an extremely close distance.

"Where to go hunting."

"Anywhere is fine." Bai Ling said with a smile, "I want to ride the Akhaltekin horses from the Golden Man, and I want to match their harness and armor. I want to try their big bows and feathered arrows. See what it's really like to fly through the snow...

"As long as it's in the last few days, at any time, anyone can go with me... I'll follow your arrangement."

Burling replied with a smile.

"Let me think about it, you go back." Lan Zhijun said softly, he stood up, walked slowly to the fire, and put his hands close to the fire.

"Also," Lan Zhijun didn't turn around, her voice was low, "I didn't call you next time, so don't come again."

(End of this chapter)