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

Chapter 11 She Became Someone Else's Darling

That was the girl he had come all the way from the capital to marry.

When he was young, he went to Beijing with his father to report on his work and met the young Ninth Princess in the Imperial Garden in the cold winter.

The little girl's face was round and red, like a small apple. She was being scolded by several older sisters with her frozen red hands in her pockets.

He stood in the distance and listened for a moment. It turned out that she had secretly picked persimmons from the imperial garden.

In fact, the tree was full of persimmons, and they were not eaten by birds until the snow covered it. There was no palace rule that said the persimmons here could not be picked, so many people came here to pick persimmons. In addition to the young men and women, there were also many palace maids and eunuchs who were greedy.

But they only captured the youngest Ninth Princess.

They pushed her down into the snow, and the small bamboo basket she was holding fell to the ground, with the persimmons in it rolling into the snow.

One of the princesses in gorgeous clothes picked up a persimmon and stuffed it into her mouth fiercely: "I told you to be greedy, I told you to be greedy! You are a princess of the royal family, but you are actually a thief! Today we will teach you a lesson, and see if you dare to steal things next time, and if you dare to be greedy!"

The persimmons were frozen solid.

Several of the Ninth Princess's baby teeth were knocked out, her mouth was full of blood, and she cried heartbreakingly. Even someone like him who had practiced martial arts since childhood felt pain when he saw her.

She huddled alone in the snow, her half-worn red cotton-padded jacket torn into pieces by the exquisite and sharp armor. The thin cotton wool was blown by the wind, like falling snow, and stuck to her bloody mouth.

After the princesses left laughing and joking, he walked up to her hesitantly and handed her a handkerchief.

The ninth princess sobbed, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and put the fallen persimmons into the bamboo basket one by one. Her disheveled hair fluttered in the wind and snow, mixed with white cotton wool, and she looked very pitiful.

She choked up, "I'm not a thief... My mother was sick and wanted to eat fresh fruit. I saw they were all picking persimmons there, so I came here with a bamboo basket. I only picked three. I didn't pick as many as they did, but why did they only hit me..."

The hot tears fell on the persimmons.

The persimmons looked even more red in the wind and snow, just like the color of her frozen fingers.

Qiu Xinghe silently untied the cloak and wrapped it around her slender shoulders.

The little girl was so thin that she was just a bag of bones. It turned out that not all princesses in royal families were born into wealthy families.

He gradually learned that her mother was a palace maid from the laundry department, and she was born after the emperor visited her while drunk.

Her mother was not as good as the other concubines, and she was not as good as the other princesses. Everyone in the palace liked to bully her.

Later, the emperor summoned the sons of the governors of eighteen counties to come to the capital to serve as imperial guards. It seemed honorable, but in fact it was like serving as a hostage. Since he was an only child, he could have been exempted from going to the capital, but in order to please the emperor, his father still sent him to the capital at the age of fifteen.

On New Year's Eve that year, an evil spirit wreaked havoc in the palace.

He and other guards were hunting down evil spirits. He was left alone in a remote palace, holding a narrow knife, and faced a powerful and unknown demon all alone.

The fifteen-year-old boy did not have much experience in dealing with evil spirits.

He gradually lost ground.

His thin armor was shattered, his narrow sword was broken, and he fell desperately onto the steps in front of the palace like a kite with a broken string. The splashing blood dyed the palace lanterns and peach charms outside the palace red.

The evil is approaching step by step.

Just when he thought he would die alone in a foreign land on New Year's Eve, a frail figure suddenly appeared.

The girl stretched out her arms and held them tightly in front of him.

He opened his blood-stained eyes and saw that her body was trembling violently under her palace skirt.

She was obviously terrified, but she didn't retreat a step and drove the evil spirit away: "Go, go, go away!"

The evil spirit won't leave.

The girl suddenly took something out of the bamboo basket, lit it and threw it at the evil spirit.

The evil spirit probably thought it was some hidden weapon and reached out to take it, but saw that thing sizzling with fire and soon exploded in its palm with crackling sounds. It was so scared that it didn't care about eating people and quickly ran away with its head in its hands.

Qiu Xinghe looked at the pieces of red paper that exploded on the floor tiles.

It turned out that what she threw was a string of firecrackers.

The "Shenyijing" says, "There is a man in the deep mountains of the west, more than a foot long, not afraid of people, but will make people feel cold and hot if they offend. He is called a mountain mandrill. If you set a bamboo on fire and hang it to burn, the mountain mandrill will be frightened."

In addition to mandrills, many other monsters are also afraid of firecrackers.

He only knew how to use brute force but not intelligence, and was not as smart as this little girl.

He said frankly: "Thank you for saving me, young lady."

The girl turned around, with a little shyness on her face: "Have you forgotten me?"

Only then did Qiu Xinghe recognize that she was the poor Ninth Princess in the snow that year.

She has grown into a graceful young lady.

He didn't know what to say, so he asked, "Do they... still bully you?"

"No one bullied me." The Ninth Princess curved her eyes. "Later, the Crown Prince found out that my mother and I were not doing well, so he often helped us and reprimanded the other sisters. Now no one dares to bully me and my mother anymore!"

Her smile is sweet, like the red bean paste buns on New Year's Eve.

They gradually got to know each other in the palace.

He shook hands with her and vowed to marry her.

He waited and waited for many years.

Finally, when both of them reached the marriageable age, he could not wait to ask the emperor for the Ninth Princess in marriage.

but……

On the day of the bride's arrival, the younger sister said that the decoration of the bridal chamber was not grand enough and that a few freshly picked peonies, the national flower, must be placed to show her importance to the Ninth Princess. She suggested that he stay in the mansion to rearrange the decoration and she would go to the bride's place in his place.

He picked a lot of peonies excitedly, but what came back was the sad news that his happy event turned into a tragedy.

Before he could hold the little princess in his palm and raise her tenderly, she was kidnapped by bandits.

I heard that the wedding dress she wore that day was embroidered for her by her mother herself. She spent a whole year embroidering it and it damaged her eyes.

But it was torn to pieces by the bandits.

Even she was torn to pieces.

It was like the torn red cotton coat in the imperial garden that winter, or the red paper coats of firecrackers that exploded all over the ground on New Year's Eve... "Little General Qiu!"

The big man who was trying to study the structure of Xiao Baojing's body stood up and interrupted Qiu Xinghe's memories.

He explained: "This is just a puppet, a prop used by us actors to perform, not something else! This guy is not smart enough to marry a wife, so he saw that the puppet is pretty and insisted that she is his wife. Don't bother with him!"

Puppet?

Qiu Xinghe raised his scarlet eyes: "I saw her run into this room with my own eyes. She must be hiding here! She came to the county governor's mansion to find me. She must have been wronged and came to tell me about her grievances! Give me back my wife, give me back my wife!"

He broke down emotionally and suddenly drew his sword, the blade clanging loudly.

Just as he was about to chop at the box, Shang Bingjiu raised his slender pale fingertips and gently held the blade of his knife: "The young general's wife is missing, but he is waving a knife to occupy Shang's wife. Could it be that the young general is also a man who bullies men and women?"

"I don't... I don't want to occupy your wife, I just want my own wife!" Qiu Xinghe held back his tears, put down his sword, and stared at the vermilion box, "Please... please let me see the person inside..."

The big man sighed, "It's true that a rich family can produce a romantic man. Little brother, just let him take a look, so that he won't give up."

Shang Bingjiu reluctantly opened the box, but his thin lips revealed a hint of amusement as if he was watching a show.

"Bang!"

After seeing the girl's face clearly, Qiu Xinghe dropped the sword in his hand to the ground suddenly.

He stared blankly at the girl in the cage, and could hardly find his own voice: "Bao...Bao'er? Is it really you?!"

Baoer?

A trace of gloom flashed across the fox's eyes.

Xiao Baojing: Oh no, she has become someone else’s darling!

"Baoer!"

Qiu Xinghe's voice was incoherent and choked.

He staggered forward, wanting to hold her in his arms.

The haze in Shang Bingjiu's eyes became even darker.

At the moment when Qiu Xinghe was about to touch Xiao Baojing, his slender fingers fiddled with the red silk thread, and the girl in red in the cage appeared at the window in an instant like a fluttering butterfly.

Xiao Baojing: ...!
It turns out that the red silk threads on her body can be controlled by the peddler? !
She can fly!
She is sailing away tonight!
"Baoer!"

Qiu Xinghe hurriedly chased after him.

But he didn't even touch the girl's sleeve, and she jumped lightly out of the stained glass window.

The tip of her embroidered shoes was resting on a camellia as big as a bowl. Her black hair and bright red skirt fluttered in the wind under the moonlight, as if she had flown to the sky, a bright moon that he could never hold in his arms again.

"Bao'er..."

Qiu Xinghe murmured his beloved wife's name and chased after her regardless of everything.

Everyone hurriedly followed him outside.

The bright moon shone brightly, and Qiu Xinghe stumbled through the camellia bushes, trying to catch a touch of fluttering red.

However, under Shang Bingjiu's manipulation, the girl was more nimble than a butterfly. She easily slipped through his fingers and playfully shuttled through the camellia bushes.

"Bao'er, you...what kind of injustice have you suffered?"

"Tell me... tell me, okay?"

Qiu Xinghe collapsed to his knees.

He looked up at Xiao Baojing and stretched out his hands to her tremblingly.

Xiao Baojing stood lightly on a camellia.

She was looking down from a high place, and as if possessed by a ghost, she suddenly leaned down.

The wide red sleeves and skirt fell in tiers as she stared closely at the young, handsome yet sad and desperate face.

There were many chaotic sounds in my ears——

"My brother is a child of destiny. How dare you, a lowly thing born of a slave, marry my brother?!"

"Guess why my brother didn't come to pick you up? Because he doesn't like you at all!

"It was my brother's idea to send you to the bandits to satisfy their sexual desires!"

"..."

The bright red wedding dress was torn into pieces.

The girl's blood and tears mixed together; love and hate were infinitely magnified in countless messy hands and twisted bodies.

I hate it so much...

She hates it so much...

If you don't love her, why marry her?

The moonlight is cold and sharp, like the light refracted by a knife blade.

Shang Bingjiu leaned against the pillar with a vicious smile on his face.

Just hate it.

kill him.

Why make those promises if you have no power to protect her?

Useless men should die.

The red silk thread is like a plucked string.

Xiao Baojing pulled out the golden hairpin uncontrollably.

The black hair fell like flowing satin, gently brushing Qiu Xinghe's cheek.

Xiao Baojing's expression became ferocious for a moment. He raised the golden hairpin high and stabbed it hard at Qiu Xinghe's forehead!
(End of this chapter)