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

Chapter 49 He Let Xiao Baojing Look at His Legs

Xiao Baojing was angry: "Is it a big deal to have long legs?!"

"It's really amazing." Shang Bingjiu lifted up half of his Taoist robe, "Look, my legs are this long."

He reached out and put the coffin lid aside, allowing Xiao Baojing to look at his legs.

The boy was wearing ivory-white shorts, his leg muscles were taut, and he looked very aggrieved being trapped in this small box.

The two of them sat opposite each other in the cage, and he leaned so close to her that it seemed as if Xiao Baojing was being held tightly in his arms with his long legs.

In the small and enclosed space, Xiao Baojing seemed to hear his own heart beating wildly.

She blushed and didn't dare to look any further: "Okay, I know you have long legs, okay!"

I don’t know if Princess Wumian is still angry.

She thought about it and quietly raised a gap.

He was caught off guard and met Princess Wumian's cold eyes.

Xiao Baojing was silent for a moment, then he opened the box and apologized honestly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you just now..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but sneeze.

Looking around, there was a thick layer of snow on the ruined temple, and even the collapsed statue had frozen into ice!

Princess Wumian ignored her apology. She just raised her wide sleeves with red eyes and slowly pointed in a direction with the cuffs.

Xiao Baojing: What does that mean?

She looked at Shang Bingjiu for help, but the young man put his hands in his pockets and smiled gently, making it clear that he had no intention of getting involved.

"Well..." Xiao Baojing scratched his head, thinking of Princess Wumian's dark, tongueless mouth. He simply rummaged through the boxes and found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the basket. "If you can't speak, then write down what you want to say?"

She diligently spread out the paper and ground the ink, then respectfully handed a wolf-hair brush to Princess Wumian.

Princess Wumian did not reach out to take it.

Xiao Baojing looked at her eagerly: "Sister Diji?"

Princess Wumian raised her wide sleeves silently.

She has no hands.

In just a moment, the long sleeves fell again, covering the unsightly wound.

Princess Wumian turned her back, loosely held up the bronze mirror with two fishes in her sleeve, and quietly dressed up.

The princess's profile is elegant and noble, like an unfolded meticulous painting of a lady.

There was still light snow falling in the dilapidated temple.

Xiao Baojing stared blankly at her back.

She can't speak.

Her hands can't write.

But she was clearly a noble princess, the wife of Prime Minister Ji, and a divine messenger who prayed for good weather for Xiangshui County.

Why did she become like this?
As if she had noticed Xiao Baojing's astonished look, Princess Wumian turned sideways and looked back, then raised her wide sleeves towards her and pointed in a certain direction with the cuffs.

Xiao Baojing: She doesn’t understand!

She really doesn't understand!
Shang Bingjiu put his hands in his pockets and smiled brightly: "It's the direction of the Ji family's ancestral home."

"how do you know?"

"Xiangshui City was built along the water, and the Ji family's ancestral home is located at the center where all the water systems converge, occupying the highest terrain. I discovered this when I first entered the city."

"Then..." Xiao Baojing looked at Princess Wumian suspiciously, "Does she want us to send her home?"

When she heard the word "go home", Princess Wumian trembled all over and her eyes became redder.

Xiao Baojing probed: "Sister Diji, do you want to go home?"

Princess Wumian nodded heavily.

Xiao Baojing immediately looked at Shang Bingjiu, his almond eyes sparkling: "Peddler, let's go to the Ji Mansion tomorrow? By the way, we don't know anyone in the Ji family, and we don't know if they are willing to let us in..."

"Why don't you know him?" Shang Bingjiu smiled, "Don't you know your Master Ji?"

Xiao Baojing stared at him.

This guy has a weird tone.

She said crisply: "What do you mean by 'my Mr. Ji'? I don't know him well."

"You're not familiar with him yet you're praising him for being awesome." "He wins a duck every Dragon Boat Festival, how can he not be awesome?"

"Heh, winning a duck is considered impressive?"

"How can winning a duck not be considered impressive? Sister Diji, please judge for yourself. Do you think Ji Shanchuan is impressive because he wins the dragon boat race every year and takes home a big fat duck?"

Princess Wumian looked at Xiao Baojing in embarrassment, then at Shang Bingjiu.

After a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had a good idea.

She lifted her sleeves gracefully and folded their hands together.

Even the snowflakes falling around turned into the shape of a heart.

Xiao Baojing: "..."

It was cold in the dilapidated temple, and the boy's palms seemed especially warm.

She only enjoyed the warmth for two seconds before her cheeks flushed. She quickly pulled her hand back and said, "This guy is so annoying. I don't want to shake hands with him."

It snowed all night in the dilapidated temple.

Xiao Baojing slept in the box, holding the coffin board and wrapped in thick bedding. He did not get up until noon, sleepily.

Shang Bingjiu has already packed up the baskets.

Xiao Baojing fastened the buttons and belt, making sure that the red silk threads sewn on his body were not exposed, before placing the coffin lid into the box.

Shang Bingjiu smiled and said, "Why should I take the little princess's things?"

"you--"

Xiao Baojing was choked with speech.

She knew that the peddler was still angry about what happened last night, but what he said made sense. Why should he take her things?
"Young princess, if you admit that Ji Shanchuan is not powerful, I will take it for you."

Xiao Baojing gritted his teeth.

This person's mind is even smaller than the tip of a needle!
She simply picked up the coffin by herself: "I am my own godmother, I will hold it by myself, don't bother with me!"

She said it very casually.

However, after walking out of the dilapidated temple, I gradually began to regret it.

Princess Wumian disappeared and sat lightly on the coffin.

She had no weight and never added any burden to Xiao Baojing, but wherever she was, it would keep snowing, causing Xiao Baojing to walk on the street, surrounded by the bright sunny day at the turn of spring and summer, but only she would have snow on her head!
People passing by couldn't help but look back at this spectacle.

"Snow in May, how rare!"

"The little girl must have suffered a great injustice!"

Xiao Baojing: "..."

Xiao Baojing discussed quietly, "Well, Sister Diji, can you go sit on the peddler's head?"

Princess Wumian turned a deaf ear.

She was still sitting on the coffin, holding up a bronze mirror with two fishes in it, and drawing her eyebrows elegantly with the black ink rolled up by her sleeves.

Xiao Baojing could almost imagine her mental activities.

She is the most beloved sister of the late emperor. As an imperial princess, she has always been the one giving orders to others. How could others give orders to her?
Ask her to move?

That is an act of rebellion against the people!

The unruly citizen Xiao Baojing wanted to cry but had no tears.

Finally, we arrived at the back door of the Ji Mansion. Because Prime Minister Ji resigned and returned to his hometown, the Ji family ancestral home was bustling with activity.

Xiao Baojing asked someone to inform Ji Shanchuan of her name. The servants in the mansion were quite friendly and quickly led her in.

The two stepped into the inner house, only to see Ji Shanchuan and Ling Hong in a stalemate in the yard.

Ling Hong turned her face away: "From now on, you will be the young master of the Ji family. I will row my boat. Don't look for me anymore!"

Sun A Niang stood by and advised: "Didn't Prime Minister Ji promise Shanchuan to let us live with him in the Ji Mansion? Linghong, we are a good family, why do we have to separate?"

"Mother!" Linghong grabbed her hand and tried to pull her away. "His last name is Ji, and your last name is Sun. How can we be a family? He and that black-faced prime minister with the last name Ji are a family! Let's go back to Wutong Bridge. How can ordinary people like us deserve to live in such a nice house?"

Ji Shanchuan quickly stepped forward to stop her, the sadness in his eyes almost overflowing: "Linghong, we grew up together, are you saying this to make me sad?!"

Shang Bingjiu put his hands in his pockets and leaned over to whisper to Xiao Baojing: "Your Master Ji had a quarrel with his childhood sweetheart!"

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