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

Chapter 25: If your words are not in harmony with your heart, your life will end with your fragrance

inside the house.

Shang Bingjiu untied Xiao Baojing's palace skirt.

The girl's body was fair and smooth, and because she had been running around for too long tonight, the red threads at her joints were broken one by one.

Although the Bingpo Qiongling Flower slowed down the decay of the puppet, it could not cure the root cause.

She still has to train her body.

But she refused to practice diligently, and spent her days either playing with monsters or running to the city to make fire.

She met a flower demon on the way and even tried to take the crooked path of practicing dual cultivation with a wild man.

Shang Bingjiu sat cross-legged with his chin in his hand, his slightly raised eyes casting a narrow shadow: "You are really not ambitious."

The girl was fast asleep, unaware of his thoughts.

An old hen's head suddenly popped out of the bag.

"Cack!"

The old hen crawled out of the bag, held her head high, and strolled around the room.

——Last night a fairy came to our house and she quietly stuffed a lot of candies into my sleeve pocket. But I don’t like candies, I like chicken. Little princess, can you tell her to give me a chicken next time she comes?
The words from yesterday morning vaguely came to my mind.

Shang Bingjiu looked at the old hen flying to his basket. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly he laughed out loud while gnashing his teeth.

She actually offered him a chicken.

He took out needle and thread and sewed her body again under the lamp.

Seeing that Xiao Baojing's skirt was stained with wine, he brought the bathtub and gave her another bath and change her clothes.

The green lamp is like a firefly.

In front of the dressing table under the brocade window, the girl's rouge-red palace skirt was folded and luxuriant, and her newly-combed bun was decorated with two small golden combs. The fresh lotus hair on her temples was shimmering and charming. Because of being drunk, her eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of her eyes were slightly flushed.

Shang Bingjiu held her chin with two fingers, rolled the rouge with his fingertips, and applied it on her lips bit by bit.

He gave her a peach blossom makeup.

The young man was very satisfied with her makeup tonight. Thinking of her posture when she sang in Qingyin Tower, he couldn't help but move the red silk thread wrapped around his fingers.

On the wall, Xiao Baojing's slender figure stood up lightly like a puppet, with her sleeves raised and her head lowered, looking shy, just like how she was recruiting people on the stage tonight.

The young man clapped his hands and hummed leisurely. It was the "Oath to the Underworld" scene from "The Peony Pavilion".

"God of heaven, God of heaven, the incense of the alliance is burning. Liu Mengmei, Liu Mengmei, from Nan'an County, met this beautiful woman and took her up with her. We became husband and wife, living in the same room and dying in the same grave. If you don't agree with your words, your life will end with the incense."

If one's words are not in harmony with his heart, his life will end like the fragrance of incense...

Life dies with the incense...

A long, long time ago, his brother stroked his head and told him that he would come back when the three incense sticks on the East China Sea burned out.

The soul incense burned for three days and three nights.

But my brother never came back.

When the soul incense finally went out, the news that came back was my brother's death.

The girl's shadow was tied by a red string, and she knelt slowly beside Shang Bingjiu.

She lowered her head, rolled up her sleeves and poured a dish of wine.

An orange moon was reflected in the light wine.

Shang Bingjiu stared at the moon for a long time, then raised his head and drank the wine. When he looked again, the moon was gone.

It was as if he had swallowed it into his stomach.

He suddenly chuckled.

The laughter gradually became sharp and wild, arrogant and unrestrained, and the thin shoulders trembled violently.

Yaoyao ran out of the house in fear, holding the old hen, and snuggled up with the banana plant Hibiscus in the yard.

Inside the room, the beauty knelt with her head lowered, and countless red threads were connected and entangled around the boy's fingertips.

The young man looked out the window at the bright moon still hanging in the sky, and his fangs revealed when he grinned looked even more white and terrifying.

The next morning.

When Xiao Baojing woke up, his head was still a little fuzzy due to the hangover.

She only remembered having a great time drinking and chatting with some beautiful ladies in the wilderness last night, but she had no recollection of what happened afterwards.

She looked down at her beautiful new dress, and then at her delicately made-up face in the bronze mirror.

Maybe she was drunk last night, so those beautiful ladies quietly sent her back. She reached out and touched her bag. Fortunately, the Analects was not lost.

Oh, and where's her chicken?
She is such a fat old hen? !
She subconsciously looked towards the bed.

It was okay if I didn’t look at it, but I was shocked when I looked at it.

The peddler was sleeping soundly, and the old hen was squatting on his head, with its butt sticking out as if it was about to take a shit.

Xiao Baojing quickly lowered his voice and waved his sleeves to drive him away: "Go, go, go away!"

The old hen ignored her completely, just raised her butt and laid an egg!

Xiao Baojing: ...

Fortunately, it’s just laying eggs.

After the old hen laid an egg, she tilted her neck back and just as she let out a triumphant "cluck", Shang Bingjiu, who had his eyes closed, grabbed her neck.

He sat up, threw the old hen to the ground, picked up the egg on the bed, cracked the eggshell and poured it directly into his mouth.

Xiao Baojing: Ah?
He eats it raw?
No need to steam or fry it?
Raw eggs contain bacteria!

Thinking that the peddler might not have eaten eggs for a long time and might just be craving for them, Xiao Baojing dispelled his surprise.

She was sitting in front of her dressing table, pretending to be a puppet, but she caught a glimpse of the peddler walking barefoot to the bronze mirror without any outer clothes.

The summer morning sunlight shines through the window, bright white.

He suddenly lifted up his inner garment and looked at himself in the mirror.

Xiao Baojing: ...

Although it is said that you should not look at what is inappropriate, it is harmless to take a quick look, right?

She glanced sideways.

The growing boy looks thin and frail, but perhaps because he often walks around the streets, he has developed a body of strong, lean and sexy muscles. The light and shadow coming through the window clearly outline his abdominal muscles, and the mermaid line from his dog-like waist extends into his underwear, rising and falling slightly with his breathing, and is probably scalding hot.

Xiao Baojing couldn't help but curl up his little hands hidden in his wide sleeves.

I really want to touch him.

Shang Bingjiu looked at the girl's profile in the bronze mirror, and reached out to touch his abdominal muscles. His voice was clear and playful, as if he was talking to himself: "What a good Yuanyang. I have lived in the mountains for so long, why haven't there been any beautiful fairies to pick it?"

Xiao Baojing: The peddler is crazy!
He was so obsessed with women that he even went crazy with female monsters!
Shang Bingjiu glanced at her, then suddenly stood up, walked over her and reached out to close the window.

His abdominal muscles stopped at Xiao Baojing's cheek and swayed slowly.

Xiao Baojing quickly curled the corners of his mouth.

She bit her lips hard to remain reserved, and observed quietly with a blushing face.

Fine bran!
I didn't expect that she would have to eat bran in her lifetime!

...

Shang Bingjiu didn't go walking around the streets today. He just cut some branches from the mountains, picked up some hay, and built a chicken coop in the corner of the yard.

Perhaps because he could eat a fresh egg every day, he did not linger any longer because of hunger. He picked up the basket and set off for Yejing again.

When passing by Yangcheng, Xiao Baojing heard the aunties in the market talking about how Qingyin Tower was investigated by the government, and the girls who were trafficked there were sent back to their hometowns. The shopkeeper and others had committed many evil things and had now been thrown into jail.

She opened the box.

The peddler was passing by the door of Qingyin Tower.

She saw that the door was closed and sealed, and it was indeed investigated by the government.

When the girl closed the box contentedly, she did not notice that a ray of golden light of merit quietly merged into her body.

...

Forty miles north of Yangcheng is Rongcheng, where Ji Zhengyan wanted to go.

The weather was bad when Shang Bingjiu entered the city. Before he could find an open space to place the banana yard, heavy rain suddenly began to fall. He simply carried the basket and went into an abandoned garden in the south of the city to take shelter from the rain.

Before entering the garden, Xiao Baojing glanced at the plaque covered with cobwebs through the gap in the box.

"Loquat Garden."

There should be a lot of loquat trees in the garden, right?

As Shang Bingjiu stepped into the garden, the words on the plaque changed quietly.

Forget Garden.

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