imperial psychologist

Chapter 739
On the horseback, Lan Zhijun was wearing bone goggles, holding the reins tightly with both hands, and in his arms, Bai Ling covered his eyes with a white silk satin.

Bo Ling sat sideways, bowed his head and curled up in the dark green cloak. It seemed that because he was afraid of the cold, his hands were always hidden in the sleeves of the fox fur.

Lan Zhijun even prepared an extra blanket for her to cover her legs to avoid freezing.

From the time she left the camp, she had been sitting obediently on Lan Zhijun's horse like this - after all, under the heavy winter clothes, her hands and feet were tightly bound by ropes at this moment, and she couldn't move at all.

Before the trip, Lan Zhijun did not know what kind of soup she had given her, and Bai Ling felt a little groggy throughout the day, with no strength in her hands and feet.

Before and after them, the heavily armed golden soldiers looked solemn and alert to the dangers in the snow field.

On the horseback, Lan Zhijun lowered his head from time to time, talking intimately with the person in his arms.

Such a wild attitude naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of other Jinren generals, but Aguili didn't mind at all - not only did he not mind, he even thought it was very good.

After all, before this, no matter how much he sent gold and silver to women in Chen Shubai's tent, the Zhou military adviser seemed to ignore him, and this kind of non-committal attitude made Aguili feel uneasy.

But now it seems that Chen Shubai is also an ordinary man.

"When Mr. Hengyuan wanted to invite you to Qinyuan, you didn't go," Lan Zhijun asked softly, "Do you regret it now?"

Bai Ling raised her head slightly, although she was blindfolded, it did not affect her roughly judgment of the direction of Lan Zhijun's gaze.

"Why do you regret it?"

"If you entered Qinyuan back then, of course it was for his use. But since he has a way to save you from Chen Yicong's nose, he will naturally have a way to reunite your family."

"But the price is also very heavy." Bo Ling said softly, "He wants me to work for him...impossible."

Lan Zhijun laughed, "Isn't the price heavy now, Bo Ling?"

"I don't understand." Bai Ling said plainly, she tilted her head slightly, and looked forward with a half-smile, "Isn't it good now."

"You have to face me so hypocritically every day..." Lan Zhijun lowered her head and freed up a hand to brush away the broken hair that fell on Bai Ling's cheek, "Aren't you tired?"

"It's not necessarily all hypocrisy." Bo Ling replied with his back.

"Is it?"

"At least Lan Zhijun is serious about me." Bai Ling replied with a smile.

Lan Zhijun chuckled, "It's good if you want to think so... I have a big gift for you tonight, and you'd better accept it with a smile like you are doing now."

"Yeah." Bo Ling struggled in Lan Zhijun's arms for a while, adjusted his sitting posture, and then bowed his head and yawned, "I'm a little tired, I want... to sleep for a while."

"Wait a little longer." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Go a few more miles, and we will set up camp."

"Camping?" Bo Ling's voice was light and confused, "Don't we have to hurry and try to get to Arslan's base camp before dark?"

"Don't ask, this is also part of the gift." Lan Zhijun said softly.

……

Akuili's team of more than a hundred people stopped on the shaded side of a leeward hillside—here, countless military guards had been waiting for a long time.

So Aguili's team was divided into two teams. When Aguili, Lan Zhijun and others entered their tents to rest, another team with the same clothes as them headed north again.

In the remaining camp, the crossbowmen, firecrackers, and infantry were all in their positions, always on alert for danger from all directions.

In the warm tent, Bo Ling has removed the thick blanket and fleece cover from his body, and the restraints on his hands and feet are thus exposed to the outside.

Especially the rope on the wrist, because of the bumps along the way, it has left red marks on her arms round after round.

Some places have been scratched, and some places are slightly red and swollen, but Bo Ling quietly curled up on the ground to rest, as if he didn't feel the scars on his hands at all.

On February [-]th, the bright moon hangs high.

At night, the bonfire outside the tent was flickering, inside the tent, Lan Zhijun was sitting on the soft cushion, Bo Ling was still blindfolded, with his hands and feet bound as a pillow on his lap, the two of them were speechless for a moment.

Lan Zhijun flipped through the book page by page, and Bai Ling fell asleep, breathing evenly.

In the middle of the night, when Bo Ling woke up, she raised her bound hands and gently rubbed her eyes through the blindfolded silk.

"What time is it?" Bo Ling looked in Lan Zhijun's direction.

"It's ugly time."

"... What about the gift you want to give me?" Bai Ling asked with a smile, "Isn't Lan Zhijun ready yet?"

The sound of Lan Zhijun turning the pages did not come again.

After a while, Bo Ling suddenly felt his right shoulder sink, and his whole body was pushed to the ground.

"What are you proud of?" Lan Zhijun asked in a deep voice.

Bo Ling sighed, and laughed again, "I'm not proud... I just feel a little unbearable."

"Could not bear?"

"You are too lonely." Bo Ling slowly raised his arms, looking for where Lan Zhijun's voice came from, "That's why he treats me as straw..."

Before the words fell, Bo Ling suddenly felt a dazzling light.

Lan Zhijun directly took off the piece of silk that had been covering her eyes. Bai Ling felt a stinging pain in front of her eyes, and instinctively covered it with her arms, but Lan Zhijun refused to let her do so. Pressing his wrists on top of her head, Bo Ling said coldly, "You seem to have said it the wrong way."

Bo Ling slowed down for a while, but fortunately the light in the tent was rather dim, and everything in front of him quickly became clear, including Lan Zhijun's face.

"It's not the opposite." Bai Ling said lightly, and she laughed, "Of course I know this situation is really difficult..."

"Stop talking." Lan Zhijun restrained her anger in her voice.

Bai Ling's gaze became loose and dim again as it was a long time ago, she looked at Lan Zhijun as if staring into the void.

"Compared to Mr. Heng Yuan, you are real, you are far behind."

……

Although everyone was on guard, it was a peaceful night. There seemed to be a slight aftertaste of battle in the northern night, but it was inaudible in the strong wind.

Until the dawn came, the returning victor appeared on the horizon, and Aguili laughed loudly, and praised Lan Zhijun for his good fortune - the team that pretended to be himself and continued to march towards the capital yesterday were in danger on the way , but fortunately, they have already prepared more ambushes.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind!

The victorious returning team brought back the survivors of the captives—they belonged to Aguili's three brothers.

Aguili looked at the enemy in front of him with a ferocious expression. He ordered the soldiers under his command to protect this group of survivors. He wanted to bring these people to his father Arslan and question them in public. He wanted to get rid of him. Then fast brother.

"Military division, are you unhappy?" Aguili looked at Chen Shubai beside him, "Why are you always frowning? We won!"

"...something's wrong." Lan Zhijun's eyes rarely showed anxiety, "something's wrong."

(End of this chapter)