The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 100: No skin or flesh, only suffering and sorrow
Xiao Baojing instinctively smelled danger.

She stared at the young man, holding her breath, and stepped back step by step.

he looks like……

Not Chao Yuan.

He became someone else.

Damn it, could it be that Chao Yuan has a dual personality? !

No wonder he's always talking to himself!

That strange personality killed Chao Yuan's personality, so the owner of this body is no longer the Chao Yuan she knew!
Xiao Baojing's breathing was a little heavy, and she tripped over the threshold when she was backing up. She staggered to her feet, rolled up her skirt and ran out of the dilapidated temple.

It rained continuously all night.

She didn't dare look back, and stepped through the puddles in the street with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The ends of her hair swirled behind her waist, and the beautiful orange skirt was stained by the splashing mud. Her wet hair was curled and stuck to her temples, making her look very disheveled.

As midnight approached, the autumn rain gradually stopped.

A bright full moon appeared at the end of the street.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon was slightly waning, like an orange-yellow mooncake that someone had taken a bite of.

Xiao Baojing couldn't run anymore, so he hid behind a broken wall, knelt down and curled up into a ball.

She lowered her head and clenched her hands nervously. She didn't even dare to breathe, but just pricked up her ears to listen to the noise on the street.

The streets are lonely.

Gradually, the sound of clappers was heard.

The sounds powerfully penetrated the streets, clear and simple yet out of tune, exuding a strange and eerie feeling in the middle of the night.

Xiao Baojing bit his lips and glanced quietly in the direction where the bangzi sound came from.

The young man with a golden hairpin and black clothes, with his back to the full moon, carrying a basket of goods on his back and holding a clapper in his hand, was walking and beating it.

He seemed to be a few years younger, even a year or two younger than the peddler.

He wore a white flowing scarf like a scholar and a skull flower in his hair. His dark black brocade robe gradually turned into a plain white wide-sleeved Taoist robe as he walked. The word "hungry" was embroidered all over the robe with black silk thread in different sizes. The strange and beautiful patterns flowed under the moonlight, like gluttons with their bloody mouths wide open.

What's even more terrifying is...

Behind him followed a skeleton about eight feet tall, wearing a fu hat and a gauze dress, and leading a small skeleton, which followed him closely.

He sang while beating the clappers, his clear and playful voice carrying a hint of childishness: "Without a single bit of skin or flesh, there is only a load of suffering and sorrow. The puppet is still pulling out the silk thread, trying to find a little trick to tease its enemy. Isn't it shameful to see through it?..."

"The Skeleton Fantasy Picture?"

Xiao Baojing thought of the ancient paintings he had seen in textbooks.

Li Song of the Southern Song Dynasty once painted a picture of a big skeleton pulling a small skeleton, with a mother and child breastfeeding behind them, a curious baby lying in front of them, and his mother standing behind him, looking after her child worriedly.

This skull painting on a silk fan has always been controversial and has sparked many discussions throughout history.

Man and skeleton, life and death, two opposing states are strangely unified in this painting, but what exactly this painting wants to express is ultimately different for different people, and no one has been able to give an accurate explanation so far.

The poem that the young man recited was from Huang Gongwang's "Drunkenness: Li Song's Skull Silk Fan".

The sound of the clappers gradually got closer.

Xiao Baojing heard a teasing voice not far away: "Hey, where is my little princess hiding?"

Xiao Baojing swallowed nervously.

She pressed her back against the wall and glanced quietly toward the end of the alley.

The moonlight was quiet and she was meeting a pair of smiling fox eyes!

The boy looked very much like the peddler, only a little more childish. He also had rosy lips, white teeth, and a graceful figure, but he exuded a strange sense of danger from head to toe. His fox eyes were particularly narrow and sharp, as if once you were stared at by him, you would never be able to escape!
What Xiao Baojing feared most was the clapper in his hand.

This clapper has been used for many years. The vermilion paint on the outside has long been mottled and faded, and the gold coating on both ends has also become dull.

Folk bangzi are usually made of mulberry or jujube wood, which makes the sound more penetrating when struck, but the wooden bangzi in the boy's hand is definitely not made of these two woods...

Xiao Baojing felt a sudden pain in his bones for no apparent reason.

Her heartbeat was unbalanced, and she finally couldn't help but scream and ran out!
The sound of the clappers behind her was not far away, but followed her like a shadow. The boy's strange and ethereal singing echoed in the streets and alleys, always following her like a maggot on her tarsal bones.

Xiao Baojing tried hard to run towards the crowded place and finally saw the brightly lit night market ahead.

"save--"

Before she could even utter the word "life", her ankle twisted and she fell into a puddle in a mess!
It was midnight.

Midday on the moon.

Xiao Baojing shattered the moon in the puddle.

The people in the night market were attracted by the commotion here and looked towards her.

The girl struggled and fell into the puddle. It was only a fist-deep puddle, but she sank completely!
They were amazed and gathered around to watch.

Someone curiously used a shovel to stir the puddle, trying to find Xiao Baojing, but the shovel also disappeared into the pit!

They became more and more curious and threw stones in, but without exception, all of them disappeared!

They looked at each other in bewilderment, and not daring to waste any time, they immediately reported this strange incident to the authorities.

the other side.

Xiao Baojing waved his hands in the puddle and struggled desperately: "Help, help!"

"are you crazy!"

Suddenly someone scolded her.

Xiao Baojing was stunned.

When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in the puddle, but in the busy daytime street.

But she clearly remembered that when the rain stopped and the moon rose, she was chased by a strange skeleton boy, sprained her ankle and fell into a puddle...

Looking around, this was clearly the street where she escaped.

But, it's a little different.

She vaguely remembered the buildings and houses on that street, but the left half had disappeared.

But the right half of the house here disappeared.

An idea flashed through her mind, and she grabbed a passing child and asked, "Is this Nan Tang?"

"Are you stupid? Of course this is Gu Song!" The child made a face at her. "The Emperor just announced to the world that this is the Gu Song Dynasty. We have changed from citizens of Southern Tang to citizens of Gu Song. Didn't you read the notice? You are so stupid!"

"Gu Song, it's really Gu Song..."

Xiao Baojing murmured.

The peddler is Gu Song!
"Sell--"

Xiao Baojing was about to shout, but before she could finish a word, a shovel suddenly fell from the sky and hit her so hard that she saw stars!
"It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

Xiao Baojing hugged his head and squatted down. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. With tears in his eyes, he complained to everyone around him: "Who is so immoral? How can you throw garbage everywhere?"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless stones fell from the sky!

Xiao Baojing: “……!”

She rolled and crawled, unluckily avoiding the stones, and sat on the ground touching her chest in fear.

There was a bustling sound coming from the distance.

She didn't need to look back to know that it was Gu Zhenliang's dragon chariot that had come here again.

She stood up and squeezed into the crowd with familiarity: "Yue Niang, Yue Niang!"

When Xiao Baojing was brought into the palace by the palace maids, he looked up at the half-remaining palace and pavilions and couldn't help wanting to laugh.

I wanted to laugh even more when I saw Gu Zhenliang wearing the broken imperial crown with six tassels.

(End of this chapter)