imperial psychologist

Chapter 741 Homecoming
The sound of footsteps outside the camp became louder.

Someone shouted outside through the tent door, "Military division!"

"What's wrong?" Lan Zhijun asked.

"Depending on the weather, a storm is coming in a few hours. His Highness has already ordered to break camp and set off immediately, trying to enter the capital before dark."

"understood."

As Lan Zhijun spoke, she opened the tent door and walked out together with Bai Ling.

Jin Bing, who came to report the letter, looked at the pale face and loose hands and feet of the girl in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then realized something, and quickly lowered his gaze.

"Go." Lan Zhijun said softly.

The world outside the tent was full of bright light, Bai Ling breathed tremblingly, and then walked towards the edge of the camp without looking back.

Jin Bing looked at Lan Zhijun, then at Bo Ling, and for a while didn't know whether to remind him or not - because Aguili's order was to leave immediately.

And the girl's walking posture is a bit strange... seems to be limping a bit.

Lan Zhijun stood there, watching Bai Ling drift away.

"Go to Your Highness." Lan Zhijun looked back at the soldiers beside him.

"That woman..." Jin Bing pointed to the direction that Bo Ling left, "It seems that we have gone a little too far."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill - Lan Zhijun looked at him meaningfully, with a shocking coldness in his eyes.

The soldier who delivered the order couldn't help but trembled, quickly looked away, and followed Lan Zhijun to Aguili's camp with his head down.

More than one person saw the shadow of this woman who was fading away.

People are not sure whether to chase after them—the same happens occasionally when there are cattle and sheep on the grassland, and they suddenly get sick in the heavy snow all over the sky, so they suddenly leave the herd of cattle and sheep on a certain day without looking back, just like that. Without warning, he walked towards the depths of the snow field.

Not to mention the storm that has yet to come, it is impossible for a person like her to step into the snow field and come back alive.

But he was a member of the military division, and there was no order from above to arrest him...

Just as people hesitated, the woman in the dark green cloak disappeared into the white snow in front of her eyes.

……

The world is too quiet.

Berlin can't remember the last time he was in such silence.

She could feel the violent heartbeat in her chest, as well as the "creak" and "creak" sounds of each foot stepping on the deep snow.

Everything in front of her was new, with a mirror-like blue sky above her head, and the majestic snow-capped mountains in the distance. She stopped to rest for a while, and looked back.

The short slope of the garrison had disappeared, and there was a long bloody mark on his back. The blood slowly seeped into his clothes, stained his trousers, and finally seeped out of his boots.

But at this time, her hands and feet were not very conscious, and Bo Ling didn't feel any pain. She turned around stiffly, and looked at the distant mountains again.

In such silence, she felt like a river running to the sea.

She is no longer someone's slave, no one's lover, no longer someone's daughter, no one's friend.

The life in the past is also so strange that it seems to be a story that happened to another person. All the joy, hope, all tears and anger are blown away in this cold wind without a trace.

She no longer cares about where the road ahead will lead, nor where the torrent behind her will take other people. She just wants to walk towards the distant mountains step by step at this moment.

The wind and snow gradually picked up momentum.

The west wind was hunting and roaring, and the fine snow particles hit Bo Ling's face, but Bo Ling didn't notice it.

She walked on the narrow road between life and death, but she seemed to feel that she was integrated with the heaven and the earth in a mist.

There was no fear, no pain, and only unprecedented peace and happiness remained. Death lowered a numb and gentle curtain, covering her whole body.

Bai Ling couldn't open his eyes a little, as if there was an arm in the void that was opening its arms towards her, waiting for her to plunge into it and sleep peacefully.

This lingering tenderness made Bo Ling suddenly gain strength, as if his soul had escaped from his grown-up body.

She turned into a young child again, and the wind around her turned into a bustling street market. Countless people walked in this world. She looked around in a daze, and saw that she was alone and was about to cry. When she was hugging her, a hand gently touched her forehead. The embrace was familiar and warm. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it.

It's like waiting at the school gate many times after school, waiting for my aunt to pick her up and go home.

Waiting for the familiar hand to hold me, and return to the old warm and peaceful home.

She also wants to leave here and grow up again.

It's just that in the wind, it seems that there are other people calling their names.

——"Burling!!!Burling!!!"

This sound is the roar of wind and snow, mixed with horseshoes, coming from far to near.

Bo Ling looked back with some doubts, but in this sky-like market, everyone was walking slowly, and everyone's expressions were peaceful and indifferent.

——"Burling!!"

The voice was extremely unfamiliar, but it seemed to be heard somewhere.

The woman leading her seemed to have heard the voice, she stopped, smiled and waited for Bo Ling to follow.

However, Bo Ling looked at her and shook his head hesitantly.

Everything in front of me dissipated like a snowstorm in an instant.

Everything between the heaven and the earth immediately revealed its extremely ferocious true colors—the howling westerly wind engulfed the storm, covering the sky and the ground, and Bai Ling found that she had fallen to the ground. The wind was so strong that she no longer had the strength to get up.

But the voice gradually became clearer.

Looking sideways, in the dim dusk, someone was indeed coming from a distance in the wind and snow.

The man was wearing a white robe, and his face was covered with blood.

The hood on his head had long been blown off by the strong wind and fell to his shoulders, and his silver-white hair seemed to be covered with snow.

This is... who is it?
Bo Ling suddenly felt a little noisy, and the sound of tinnitus overwhelmed the wind and human voices.

The feeling of pain suddenly became clear again, mixed with cold and hunger, and instantly overwhelmed with an overwhelming momentum.

……

In the long dream, Bai Ling heard many voices in a daze.

These voices brought back many memories of the past, some joyful and some sad.

She often dreamed that she woke up—sometimes in the palace of Pingjing, sometimes in the camp of Jinbing.

In these dreams, Berlin often does not stay long, and each time she stirs everyone into a ball of thick paint in unhappiness and boredom-to escape from these unpleasant dreams.

It's just that after that, she always forgot about "waking up" in a daze, and continued to swim in the chaotic dreamland.

Until one day, Bo Ling opened her eyes again, and she saw Wei Shisi sitting beside her bed.

Shisi looked a little haggard, his eyes were slightly blue, and he was nodding frequently while dozing off.

The warm winter sun cast from the window paper and fell on his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)