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

Chapter 138 The boy’s head turns into a beast’s head
The Southern Tang Dynasty was in pieces, and other countries were eyeing it covetously.

Xiao Nanjia thought very clearly that instead of clinging to the old ways and guarding a dynasty that had no hope at all, it would be better to take a gamble and plunder other countries.

The Northern Zhou Dynasty had a vast territory, with the northernmost part adjacent to the Demonic Great Wall. It occupied a large area of undeveloped barren land and possessed the most powerful cavalry among all the countries. From the moment Wanshoutai was blown up, Xiao Nanjia had already clearly planned the path she would take in case of failure.

She turned around, her blue-gold dragon robe swaying in the cold wind: "I'm sure this deal is very satisfactory to you."

The fox-faced boy sat leisurely in the armchair, raised his head and swallowed the red lantern into his mouth.

The red light disappeared in his mouth.

He put his hands in his pockets with a smile, licked his thin lips with the tip of his scarlet tongue, and his eyes were full of greed: "Dragon vein..."

Xiao Nanjia stared at him, and clearly caught sight of the beast head that his head had transformed into.

It has erect ears, snow-white fur, and scarlet demonic patterns on its face, which makes it look strange and beautiful.

In just a moment, she returned to her normal boyish appearance, as if it was just an illusion when she was dazzled.

The candle flame jumps.

Shang Bingjiu said in a gentle voice: "The transaction is established."

...

"It's snowing!"

In the early morning, Xiao Baojing was awakened by Yaoyao's cheers.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. Yaoyao ran in barefoot, holding a ball of snow in her hand and showing it to her: "Princess, it's snowing outside! This is the snowball I just made on the windowsill!"

"You're not afraid of the cold!"

Xiao Baojing scolded her, took the snowball and put it aside, then rubbed her cold hands.

After washing up, Xiao Baojing and Yaoyao had some breakfast, but there was no sign of Shang Bingjiu.

Yaoyao was happy when she couldn't see him, so she simply wrapped herself in a thick rabbit fur cloak, ran out of the bedroom happily, and went to play in the snow with Xiaoping'an.

Xiao Baojing really wanted to say sorry to Shang Bingjiu for what happened last night, but he waited and waited, until the golden crow set in the west, but still did not see him.

She knelt down beside the food table with her face in her hands. The food on the table had already gone cold.

The wind chimes tied to the window of the crabapple and ruyi flower tinkled in the cold night, like the uneasy thoughts of the girl.

She couldn't help wondering if the peddler was angry with her, and if he would never see her again...

Suddenly, a palace maid came in the night and said respectfully, "Miss Xiao, our emperor wants to see you."

Xiao Baojing bit his lip.

There must be something bad going on when Xiao Nanjia comes to see her.

She evaded the question: "I'm waiting for someone—"

"Miss Xiao, are you waiting for the sorcerer Shang?" The maid said softly, "My Majesty said that he will not be back tonight. Apart from tonight, I am afraid he will not be able to show up in the next half month."

Xiao Baojing clenched his hands nervously.

I'm afraid the peddler's disappearance wasn't because of her, but was related to Xiao Nanjia...

Maybe they reached some kind of secret deal.

Xiao Baojing remembered that the longest time the peddler slept was when he devoured the dragon vein of the Gu Song Dynasty. He slept for almost half a month.

Maybe Xiao Nanjia fed the peddler the other half of the dragon vein, so he had to sleep for half a month and could not show up...

Then what Xiao Nanjia wanted must be no worse than what Gu Zhenliang wanted.

Thinking of the fragmented Southern Tang Dynasty and the conversation he overheard in the corridor yesterday, Xiao Baojing suspected that what Xiao Nanjia wanted might be related to the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

The sound of the wind chimes became more and more urgent.

Xiao Baojing subconsciously looked out the flower window. The light from the palace lanterns was not bright enough to illuminate very far, and he could only vaguely see the dark outlines of the banana tree and the Taihu stone.

Xiao Nanjia probably didn't know that the stronger the peddler's magic power became, the closer he would be to becoming powerful enough to swallow the sun.

After swallowing two sections of dragon veins in succession, I'm afraid the peddler is close to that critical point...

"Miss Xiao?"

Seeing that Xiao Baojing remained silent for a long time and just stared out the window in a daze, the palace maid couldn't help but remind him.

Xiao Baojing came back to his senses, and couldn't help but clutch the persimmon string bag, forcing a smile: "I know."

When she followed the palace maid out of the bedroom, she couldn't help but look back at the darkness outside the window.

She seemed to hate the dark.

I also hate days without the sun.

Xiao Baojing followed the palace maid into the imperial study. The room was brightly lit. It was warm as spring because of the burning floor heating. There were also a few pots of bright and beautiful peonies planted in the corner.

Xiao Nanjia stood silently behind the desk, flipping through a few ancient and worn-out tiger talismans.

The characters on the tiger talisman were some kind of ancient writing. Xiao Baojing guessed and could only vaguely recognize the word "Zhou".

Xiao Baojing asked crisply, "What do you want from me?"

Xiao Nanjia played with the tiger talisman, glanced at her, and said calmly: "It's still the same two questions. First, how many incarnations does Shang Bingjiu have in the human world? Second, what is his purpose? In other words, how does he plan to take revenge on the human race?"

The girl wore an imperial crown with twelve tassels.

Beads made of emerald and gold hung down on her forehead, an expression of extreme richness. However, her beauty, as beautiful as jade and as red as a flower, suppressed that richness. Her black eyelashes cast two shadows under her eyes, like the dark light reflected by a knife blade.

The oppressive feeling at this moment made Xiao Baojing feel as if she was born to sit in this position.

After hesitating for a while, Xiao Baojing still chose to shake his head: "I don't know."

Xiao Nanjia narrowed his eyes.

She put down the tiger talisman and slowly walked to her: "Don't know?"

She was half a head taller than Xiao Baojing and was very agile. When she raised her hands and pinched Xiao Baojing's cheeks, the girl had almost no chance to resist.

Xiao Baojing frowned and was forced to look up at her.

Xiao Nanjia looked down from above, the girl's round and delicate face reflected in her pupils, so delicate and flawless. As time passed, she became even more lovely and beautiful than the former Ninth Princess Xiao Baojing, like the most perfect puppet in the world.

She had a blank expression on her face, and spoke each word with pause: "I used to hate Lao Jiu's so-called compassionate heart. He inexplicably let go of the hundreds of monsters and ghosts that I imprisoned in Wanshou Terrace, allowing them to return to the human world to commit crimes... Now I also hate you. You knew that the big monster was about to harm the human world, but you hid it and refused to tell the truth... Do you think from the bottom of your heart that you are kind and compassionate?"

A sarcastic tone.

Xiao Baojing's dark eyes hid panic. She stared at Xiao Nanjia with complicated feelings, but didn't know how to answer.

After a while, Xiao Nanjia let go of his hand in disgust.

She turned around and said coldly, "Go away."

Xiao Baojing rubbed his red cheeks, stared at her back for a moment, then pinched the strap of his bag and left the imperial study with a heavy heart.

It was Lu Yuan who sent her back.

A light snow fell during the night.

The young man was as kind as the spring breeze. He held an umbrella for her with one hand and a sheep-horn palace lantern with the other. Seeing that she just lowered her head and didn't say anything, he comforted her, "But did His Majesty lose his temper with you again? She is always like this. Miss Xiao, don't take it to heart."

"She hates spirits and monsters." Xiao Baojing sullenly stepped through the snow. "Mr. Lu, could it be that she was hurt by a spirit when she was a child?"

　There is one more chapter, I am writing it now and you can read it tomorrow morning!

　　(End of this chapter)