imperial psychologist

Chapter 737
That night, Bo Ling did not return to the slave camp of the Zhou people, but was taken to a new tent and imprisoned.

In the second half of the night, the more Lan Zhijun thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He thought of the unknown squad that roamed among the Jinren tribe, the rumors among the slaves of the Zhou people during this period, and the news brought by the envoys who went to the capital... …is there a connection between these things?

It doesn't matter if there is no evidence, sooner or later there will be.

There is only one thing to do now, which is to cut off all external connections of Berlin.

Not to mention hunting, now Bo Ling is locked in that one-person tent all day long, and he cannot even take a step from the door of the tent.

Lan Zhijun placed her most powerful spy here in Boling, closely watching what she was doing every day, never letting go of any clues.

On February [-]th, the sky was getting dark, and Anshao returned to Lan Zhijun's camp.

Lan Zhijun had just met Aguili at this time, and a group of military horses specially dispatched here a few days ago have been fully allocated today, and the inspections and inspections at night and during the day are more than several times stronger than usual-the two of them agreed The time is locked on February [-]th of this month.

Because there was news from the capital that Arslan would hold a reward ceremony in the capital on this day, when the leaders and warriors of all tribes would gather there.

Lan Zhijun tried her best to persuade Aguili not to go. Although the city site from the Lure River to the capital is not far away, there are several narrow and narrow roads between the valleys on the way. The current snow is heavy, and the sight of soldiers and horses is blocked when they walk through the snow field. , if someone wants to take the opportunity to make trouble, the consequences will be very serious.

And now that there are rumors in the camp, if Aguili leaves at this time, it may also cause a wave of turmoil.

Aguili had originally made up his mind to go to the other brothers to show off his prestige, but what Lan Zhijun said really made him hesitate. He promised the military adviser to go back and think about it, and give him an answer tomorrow.

Lan Zhijun bid farewell to Aguili, and when she turned around, she saw her dark whistle standing in the middle of the tent.

"Why are you here now?" Lan Zhijun calculated the time, "Hasn't Xu time passed yet?"

"Miss Berlin has gone to bed."

"So early?" Lan Zhijun frowned slightly, "Are you sure you're asleep?"

"Yeah." Dark Whistle nodded.

Lan Zhijun signaled Anshao with his eyes to sit aside and talk in detail.

The secret sentry took out a stack of thin papers and put them on Lan Zhijun's desk. The papers recorded in detail what Bo Ling did in the single-person camp today.

She ate very little these days and seemed to have no appetite.

Most of the time, she lay quietly on her soft bed, humming alone, and sometimes when she got interested, she would step on the wool blanket with bare feet in the tent and dance alone, singing along with herself.

"What did she sing?"

"I don't understand." Anshao replied bluntly, "But there is a passage that is similar to the lyrics she sang to you before. There is no east, no west, no south, no north."

"What dance did you do?"

Anshao tilted his head slightly, "I don't understand."

"understood."

Following Lan Zhijun's downcast eyes, Anshao, who was still sitting on the ground, stood up and disappeared from Lan Zhijun's sight following the slight movement of the candle shadow in the tent.

……

In the middle of the night, Lan Zhijun stepped into the tent where Bo Ling was.

There was no light in the tent, and it was pitch black everywhere. Lan Zhijun stood alone by the door for a long time, until she could gradually see the outline of everything in the room, and then slowly walked towards the bed where Bo Ling was.

Berlin was indeed asleep.

She was lying on her side, curled up, covered with two layers of woolen sheepskin blankets.

However, her right hand protruded from the white blanket, hanging on the edge, with soft fingers slightly bent.

In the dark night, everything is covered with a layer of hazy azure blue. The calluses and scars on Bo Ling's hands seem to be hidden at this moment. His slender fingers look white and immature, with a kind of arrogance at the mercy of others. Delicate.

He stretched out his hand, and gently brushed off the clothes on Bai Ling's left shoulder - Bai Huaya's colorful tattoos were still clearly visible.

This was a little out of Lan Zhijun's expectation, because for most people who entered Baihuaya and then left, this tattoo was too difficult to explain, and it was too shameful, most of them would try to remove it.

But here in Berlin, four years on, it's still as glaring as it was then.

"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?" Lan Zhijun said softly, "Isn't it a trick for a beauty, I've come all the time, and you're just doing this to me?"

Sleeping Beauty with her eyes closed let out a sigh-like sound.

Bai Ling opened his eyes sleepily, retracted his hands into the wool blanket, rubbed his hands while yawning, and then pressed them on his eyes.

"...But I'm tired." Bai Ling whispered with a slight nasal voice, "I don't have any energy today, let's change another day...?"

Lan Zhijun stood up, lit a fire from the stove with velvet grass, and lit a night lamp on the edge of the tent.

The people outside saw the light in the tent, and hurried in with a pot of hot tea—it was hard to understand how they managed to protect the steaming pot of boiling water in the freezing night wind outside.

Following the movements of the servants, the smell of tea rose in Bailing's tent.

After all the outsiders left, Bai Ling also sat up, rubbing her eyes gently under the soft candle.

Her eye sockets looked darker than during the day, and her eyelids were slightly red. Those who knew it were sleepy and tired, but those who didn't know it thought she had just cried.

After he almost got used to the light of the candlelight, Bai Ling lay down on his bed again, and then looked sideways at Lan Zhijun's shadow beside the candlelight, without the slightest intention of going down to the ground.

"I have news for you." Lan Zhijun said softly.

Bai Ling laughed, and she moved slightly to the inside of the bed, then patted her pillow lightly, with a soft voice, "Why are you sitting so far away...sit closer and talk."

Unmoved, Lan Zhijun raised his hand to pick up the teacup, "Chen Yicong's troops are about to arrive in Zhuozhou."

Burling laughed.

"You don't seem to care." Lan Zhijun gently blew on the tea noodles, "There are still a few envoys from the Zhou people who are still in the capital... If he came for you, do you think you can escape?" Got it?"

"Then what will he do?"

"What are you doing..." Lan Zhijun laughed, "It's just that Zhou Jin will fight again next spring."

"Would Lan Zhijun really believe in such a thing?"

Lan Zhijun's movements stopped, "What?"

"The emperor will start or stop a war for his own personal interests." Bo Ling propped his head on his arms, and looked sideways at Lan Zhijun under the lamp.

"You do not believe?"

"Yeah, I think that's all an excuse. If it's on Chen Yicong, it's even more of an excuse..." Bai Ling said with a smile, "You all seem to like this kind of story, don't you? Chong Guanyi Angry as a beauty."

Bai Ling wrapped the sheepskin blanket around her body a little tighter, as if she was listening to someone else's story, and she had a low smile of a troublemaker.

"If my story gets out, I don't know how many storytellers I can support."

(End of this chapter)