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

Chapter 16 The Peddler Finished Carving the Walnut
Xiao Baojing woke up in a vermilion lacquered box.

She lay on the edge of the box and looked around. The peddler was sleeping under the ruins, perhaps because he was too tired or had eaten too much. Yaoyao was hopping around in the distance, catching butterflies on the leg that was not yet burnt.

She guessed that the peddler carried her and Yaoyao back on his back.

"Yaoyao."

she shouted.

Yaoyao quickly jumped over: "You're awake!"

"Here," Xiao Baojing took out a brown paper bag from his bag, "Here you go."

"What is this?" Yaoyao curiously opened the paper bag, "Braised pork?"

"When we were running for our lives, I saw that the food was still untouched, so I just grabbed a plate." Xiao Baojing touched her dark head, "The braised pork made by the chef of the county governor's mansion should be delicious, but it's a pity that it's already cold."

Yaoyao was holding the braised pork with a dazed expression.

After a while, she shook her head and said, "Your Highness, I don't deserve to eat braised pork."

"why?"

Yaoyao lowered her head and told her the story of Furong Town, sobbing, "I will never use Daddy's medicine money to buy meat again, but Daddy and Mommy are gone..."

Xiao Baojing was silent.

This young girl must have spent these years in regret, right?

She thought about it and told her seriously: "Although you did something wrong, you have corrected it, right? It is normal for children to want to eat meat as they grow up. You can't punish yourself for the rest of your life because of your young age. The real fault is the county magistrate's office. It is because they withheld wages that your family cannot afford meat. It is because of their cruelty that your parents were captured by the soldiers. Yaoyao, you are also a victim."

Yaoyao opened her eyes wide and stared at Xiao Baojing blankly.

After a long time, she suddenly rushed over and hugged Xiao Baojing: "Wuwuwu, Your Highness!"

Xiao Baojing fell backwards.

Her waist!
She's really falling apart!

Yaoyao is not afraid that the braised pork will get cold.

She broke off a piece of charcoal from her body and started to roast the braised pork: "Your Highness, I am a puppet carved from a jujube tree. My father used to say that meat roasted with jujube wood is the most fragrant. Do you want to try it?"

Xiao Baojing looked at the piece of coke in shock: "That's not necessary."

When she saw Yaoyao complaining that the fire was not enough and breaking off another piece of coke, she couldn't help but worry for her.

If she continues to break at this rate, will Yaoyao break herself naked?
I hope she can grow a more luxuriant body next year, preferably one with three heads and six arms, so that she can withstand more burns.

She sat in the box, holding her little face in her hands: "Yaoyao, when can we cultivate to become human beings?"

"A puppet like me made of a jujube tree..." Yaoyao ate heartily, her dark cheeks puffing up, "As long as I can cultivate until it blooms and bears fruit, I can transform into a human being."

Xiao Baojing thought to himself, it turns out that these monsters do have their own methods of cultivation.

But she is not a puppet made of a tree, so how can she bloom and bear fruit and become a human being?

Yaoyao stuffed the bulging braised pork into her mouth and turned to look at her: "As for Your Highness, Princess, how about you first cultivate to become a tree, then learn to bloom and bear fruit, and finally cultivate to become a human? I am also a tree, I have experience, I can guide you in your cultivation."

Xiao Baojing: How can she cultivate a tree if she can’t even cultivate a human being?

I always feel like I've gone too far.

She was curious: "So how far have you progressed? Have you blossomed?"

Yaoyao paused while eating the braised pork: "I'm still at the theoretical stage."

Xiao Baojing: So what’s the difference between this and not starting to practice yet?

Yaoyao is unreliable.

Xiao Baojing decided to go to the capital to find the national teacher Goubi.

The peddler slept for a whole day and night.

After waking up, he seemed very energetic. He did not go out to look for food, nor did he clean up the ruins. He just sat cross-legged under the charred ruins, picked up a walnut from the basket, and began to carve it with a carving knife.

Xiao Baojing guessed that he probably wanted to carve something and sell it in the market in exchange for some food. After all, the county magistrate's mansion was on fire and no one paid him.

This guy started working as soon as he woke up, he is really a model peddler. She lay on the edge of the box, looked for a while and then fell asleep.

It was already dark when I woke up.

The peddler carved the walnut into a lifelike small house. Even the banana trees and hibiscus flowers in the yard were carved out, and the windows and doors were actually movable!
This craft!
Xiao Baojing couldn't help but think of the "Story of the Walnut Boat" he had learned when he was in school: "In the Ming Dynasty, there was a man of extraordinary skill named Wang Shuyuan, who could use a piece of wood one inch in diameter to make palaces, utensils, figures, birds, beasts, wood and stones. All of them were shaped according to the situation and had their own expressions."

I didn’t expect the peddler could also carve walnuts!

The young man in Taoist robe and hairpin with flowers held the walnut carving in his palm and blew gently at it.

A few cirrus clouds appeared.

The next moment, the walnut carving on his palm disappeared, and was replaced by a newly built courtyard in front of him, with green tiles, red walls, carved doors and windows, banana trees and hibiscus, exactly the same as the walnut carving!
It was the courtyard where the peddler lived before he was burned!
Xiao Baojing: Huh?!

ah? ? !
She didn't know that the peddler had such magical powers!

Shang Bingjiu picked up Xiao Baojing with one arm, held Yaoyao's collar with the other hand, and stepped into the courtyard lightly.

"My brother taught me this technique." He said in a clear voice, "My brother is very powerful."

Xiao Baojing lay on his shoulder.

It turns out he has an older brother.

But she had never seen him once in all the days she had been in this world.

"My brother is dead."

Shang Bingjiu said again.

The mountain breeze blowing through the courtyard was chilly, and the green lamp hanging under the eaves flickered in a lonely shadow.

Xiao Baojing saw that the peddler's shadow was thin and skinny, like an abandoned puppy.

He had no parents or brothers, but he was raised by himself by living a life of hunger and fullness.

She quietly raised her hand and touched his head from a distance.

Shang Bingjiu paused slightly.

Even though he never looked back, he knew what his puppet was doing.

A strange tingling sensation spread along my spine.

He didn't hate this feeling.

When he bent down and stepped into the door, the puppet's slender, white and delicate hand rested on his other shoulder. She leaned on his shoulder obediently, her flowing satin-like black hair and folds of palace skirt falling as he bent down, like a lush hibiscus blooming.

Her body seemed to become softer and warmer.

Shang Bingjiu placed her in front of the dressing table, held the hand that she had touched his head with, and bent down to sniff.

Xiao Baojing: This person wouldn’t have a hand fetish, would he?

Shang Bingjiu put down Xiao Baojing's little hand.

He smelled the lingering scent of orange blossoms on her hands, probably because the orange pollen that fell on her cheeks and fingertips that night had not yet been washed off.

It turns out that orange blossoms smell so good.

This is how she used to smell.

The next day.

When Xiao Baojing woke up, Yaoyao came over happily and said, "Look, I've sprouted! Maybe I don't have to wait until next spring to grow back. Maybe I can grow new limbs this year!"

The little girl stretched out her half-burned arm, and sure enough, two pleasing green sprouts appeared on the wood.

"Yaoyao, you are so awesome!"

Xiao Baojing exclaimed.

After studying the young sprout for a while, she remembered something and asked, "By the way, where is the peddler?"

(End of this chapter)