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

Chapter 166 He Hid a Secret
The maid accompanied her master into the doorway and could not help but exclaimed: "There are rumors in the palace that when the Queen was still a maid, she also encountered this dilapidated temple. She became the Queen by making a deal with the evil god! The old people in the palace said that the reason why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is stupid is because he was sacrificed by her!"

The concubine looked up at the statue, her pretty face wrinkled slightly.

"Your Highness!" The maid shook her arm. "The concubines who entered the palace at the same time as you all have children, but you are the only one who has no children. Why don't you pray to the evil god? Ask him to give you a child! The nights in the palace are so long, and you are lonely and tormented every night. I feel so sorry for you. If you have a child, your life will always have some hope..."

Behind the statue.

Xiao Baojing and Shang Bingjiu squatted in the darkness, each with their hands in their pockets.

Xiao Baojing glared at Shang Bingjiu and said silently: You want to trick them into making a deal with you!
Shang Bingjiu raised his eyebrows: How can something that we both agree on become bewitchment?
Xiao Baojing snorted: She may not make a deal with you!
Shang was sick and drank a lot.

The big red lanterns hanging in the dilapidated temple cast soft light.

The palace concubine's face was bright and dark, and hesitation was brewing in her black eyes.

The maid urged: "Madam?"

After an unknown amount of time, the concubine touched her flat abdomen and slowly shook her head: "No."

"Why?"

"Because the price the evil god demands is something I cannot afford in my entire life. As you said, if the queen really became queen by sacrificing her child, do you think she won't regret it? A soft-hearted woman like her must regret it every night, regretting using her own flesh and blood to make a deal with the evil god!"

The palace maid was stunned.

The concubine stared at the statue closely: "The Queen is kind and benevolent, and the sisters in the harem are also kind-hearted people. We get along like sisters and talk and laugh every day, so I don't feel lonely in the long night."

After a pause, she said firmly, "Let's go."

The master and servant walked out of the ruined temple.

Xiao Baojing couldn't help laughing and said proudly: "I'm right, not everyone wants to do business with you!"

Shang Bingjiu gritted his teeth and waved his wide sleeves.

The dilapidated temple quietly appeared outside a palace somewhere.

In the palace, a young boy in his early teens was reading by lamplight at night.

Xiao Baojing said, "I remember he was also present during the talent show. I think he was the ninth prince of the Eastern Wei?"

At this moment, the Ninth Prince was scratching his head and cheeks, anxiously about to cry: "Wow, I can't recite so many poems! The teacher will check tomorrow, and I will be scolded again! He will definitely report it to the emperor, and then the emperor will scold me again!"

The tutor who was serving him suddenly pointed out the window and said, "Your Highness, look, there is a dilapidated temple over there!"

Boys at this age are naughty and curious.

The master and servant put down their textbooks and hurried into the dilapidated temple.

"I've read about it in a storybook," the companion said excitedly, "This dilapidated temple is called the Jile Temple. It was popular during the Gu Song Dynasty. Later, people found out that the temple actually enshrined evil spirits, so they destroyed it! But they say that this temple is very powerful. As long as you pray with all your heart and are willing to pay a certain price, the evil god will grant your prayers! Your Highness, why don't you exchange anything for your photographic memory? That way, His Majesty and the Master won't scold you!"

The Ninth Prince's eyes lit up.

He opened his mouth and was about to pray to the evil god, but suddenly his voice fell silent.

After a while, he was troubled: "But what should I use to make a deal with the evil god?"

"Sense of smell, I think sense of smell is a very useless thing!"

"No, my mother is in poor health and needs to take medicine every day. My mother taught me that a son should be filial and loyal, and asked me to listen to my mother, so I have to let my mother smell the bitterness of the medicine every day and help her cut the right amount of candied fruit. I can't lose my sense of smell!"

"Then let's talk about love. Love is pretty useless!"

"But the Queen Mother said that a person's seven emotions and six desires are indispensable. She said that a truly healthy child should not only be physically healthy, but also mentally healthy. She wants us to love others and not lose the ability to love." "But Your Highness always has things that he doesn't need, right?"

"It seems not... And our mother taught us not to take shortcuts. Sometimes shortcuts mean terrible traps. She wants us to be down-to-earth and fight for what we want."

Xiao Baojing secretly lay on the edge of the statue and watched him.

The young boy scratched his head, looking troubled by something.

After a long time, the young boy sighed, turned around and walked out of the ruined temple: "Forget it, forget it, I'd better rely on myself! It's just a few poems, right? I don't believe I can't memorize them if I don't sleep tonight!"

The two of them drifted apart.

Xiao Baojing smiled and said admiringly, "I didn't expect that Empress Wu was so far-sighted and managed the harem so well. Peddler, it seems that you have no chance to cheat."

Shang Bingjiu smiled and pinched the back of her neck with his bare hands like he was pinching a cat: "Do business seriously, how can you call it fraud?"

His fingers were thin and cool, and his nails were extremely sharp. Xiao Baojing shivered in the cold night.

She broke away from him, walked under the big red lantern, and looked up at the statue. "By the way, I've always been curious about the Jile Temple case in the Gu Song Dynasty. How did you go from being a popular god to an evil god?"

Shang Bingjiu lifted up his robe and sat on a stone in the corner.

He said slowly: "I was framed."

Xiao Baojing became more and more curious: "How could a treacherous person like you be framed? Actually, this can't be called a frame-up. It's really a scam to do business with you."

Shang Bingjiu: “…”

With his sharp teeth touching his thin lips, he laughed angrily, then stood up and walked out of the dilapidated temple.

Xiao Baojing was anxious and chased after him: "Hey, I was just talking casually, don't leave!"

...

Shang Bingjiu was unwilling to tell Xiao Baojing the truth about the Jile Temple.

Xiao Baojing's curiosity was aroused but not satisfied, and he was so anxious that he couldn't sleep well that night.

While having breakfast in Xichun Palace, Empress Wu found Xiao Baojing with dark circles under his eyes, eating red bean paste buns in a depressed mood.

Her son was safe and sound, sitting opposite her and eating chicken, and he was enjoying it so much!

She couldn't help but sigh.

The prince is really stupid and doesn't know how to feel sorry for his wife.

She couldn't help but quietly kick Shang Bingjiu, smiling, "Why are you only caring about eating for yourself? Give Jing'er a chicken leg. Jing'er has only been in the palace for two days and she has become thin and hungry. I feel sorry for her when I see her."

Shang Bingjiu held a chicken leg in his mouth and glanced at Xiao Baojing.

She doesn't look thin at all. She eats and drinks well in the palace all day long, and she has obviously become rounder.

Xiao Baojing poked a red bean paste bun with his chopsticks and said weakly, "Queen, please leave me alone."

Seeing her like this, Empress Wu became more and more anxious, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Are you two having a conflict?"

Xiao Baojing glanced at Shang Bingjiu: "He is hiding a secret and won't tell me..."

A man is hiding a secret, what else could it be?
It must be related to women!
So when Queen Wu heard this, it automatically translated into: He hid a woman and refused to tell me.

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