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

Chapter 48: Did the peddler hope that she would get married soon?

Linghong glanced at the silver bracelet on Xiao Baojing's wrist.

It was a shiny round silver bracelet wrapped with bright red silk thread. She had seen it on the hands of many girls of her age when she was rowing the boat.

But those little girls came from well-off families and were spoiled by their parents. They always wore silver bracelets and embroidered shoes, and went in groups to ride on her boat and watch plays on the stilt houses.

They looked delicate and reserved, and the bells on their silver bracelets tinkled in the river breeze, as clear and melodious as their voices.

She stirred the broth, lowering her eyebrows with a stubborn look, and before Ji Shanchuan could speak, she said crisply, "I don't like silver bracelets."

Seeing that Shang Bingjiu was going to cause trouble again, Xiao Baojing held his hand down hard.

The girl's palm was soft and tender, pressed tightly against the back of his hand.

Shang Bingjiu raised his eyebrows and stopped making trouble with satisfaction.

Ji Shanchuan held the bowl and glanced at Ling Hong out of the corner of his eye, then glanced at Xiao Baojing's silver bracelet.

He didn't say anything, but secretly memorized the pattern of the silver bracelet in his heart.

The atmosphere in the temple was awkward when Sun A Niang suddenly came over in a hurry.

"Luckily, Si'er saw your boat at the gate of the ruined temple, otherwise I wouldn't have known you were here!" She smoothed her messy gray hair and anxiously grabbed Ji Shanchuan, "Prime Minister Ji resigned and returned to his hometown. He just arrived in the city by water. What a big scene! The Ji family sent people to look for you. They are waiting on Wutong Bridge. You should go and meet them quickly!"

"Mother!" Ji Shanchuan broke free from his hand. "Although my last name is Ji, I am not a child of the Ji family. Why do the Ji family want to see me? I won't go!"

"They said that you were the child thrown out by Madam Wen, the illegitimate child of Lord Ji Huaisheng and a maid in the mansion! Madam Wen couldn't tolerate you, so she ordered people to throw you on Wutong Bridge. All these years, because of Madam Wen, Ji Huaisheng never dared to bring you back to the mansion to recognize you." Sun A Niang was very excited, "But now Ji Huaisheng has been beheaded by the prince, and Madam Wen's two children died a few years ago. You are the only grandchild left in the Ji family! Prime Minister Ji resigned and returned to his hometown, he must have the intention of cultivating you well! Shanchuan, your rich and noble days are still to come!"

"I--"

Ji Shanchuan wanted to say something, but was forcibly dragged out of the dilapidated temple by Sun A Niang.

Linghong followed behind in a daze, completely unable to understand how Ji Shanchuan suddenly became the young master of the Ji family.

Princess Wumian floated out at some point and stared at the lights on the river outside the temple, with a chill in her eyes.

In the temple, snowflakes fell rustlingly.

Xiao Baojing resigned himself to his fate and opened a paper umbrella, then sat on the box and questioned Shang Bingjiu: "Why did you bring up the silver bracelet just now? It's so embarrassing."

"Just saying it casually."

"Are you just saying that casually? You are obviously doing it on purpose. Only you can afford it, but no one else can. If you can afford it, why don't you take me to live in a dilapidated temple? Look, he is now the grandson of Prime Minister Ji, and he may be able to rise to prominence in the future. As for you, you still have to go to the capital to take the imperial examination, and you may have to take more exams before you can pass the examination and gain fame."

The girl held the umbrella handle, her eyes flickering with coquettishness.

As she tilted her head, the feathers on her head rustled slightly, making her look cute and well-behaved.

Shang Bingjiu smiled with his hands in his pockets and changed the subject: "What did the little princess do today?"

"To make money. They said I'm pretty and wanted me to play the role of Lady Xiang in the grand parade three days later. They said they would reward me with five taels of silver. If I follow the parade to Yejing to perform, they will reward me with another ten taels of silver."

She came up to Shang Bingjiu lightly, her feathered dress fluttering and ostentatious: "The Spring Examination will be held next year, and we will live in Yejing for a long time. People say that things are expensive in Yejing, and I don't know if your money is enough. It's always good for me to earn more money and carry it with me."

The little girl's eyes were round and plump, like a clear pond in which one could count a few grains of sand.

Shang Bingjiu curved his fox eyes and said, "The little princess is so virtuous. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry the little princess in the future."

Xiao Baojing was originally counting money with him seriously, but he was unexpectedly praised by him.

She was stunned and her cheeks quickly turned red.

She turned her back and silently turned the umbrella handle.

I feel confused.

Was the peddler sincerely praising her, or was he hoping that she would get married soon? In his eyes, was she a burden?

A white paper umbrella painted with a branch of peach blossom was spinning in circles in the dilapidated temple, like a spinning top, unable to stop, just like the girl's chaotic and complicated thoughts.

She suddenly turned sideways and looked back, saying angrily: "Of course I am good, I don't need your praise!"

"Why are you angry?"

"I'm not angry!"

"But your lips are so pouty that you could hang an oil can on them."

"you--"

Xiao Baojing folded his paper umbrella and raised it up to beat him.

Shang Bingjiu hid behind Princess Wumian. Xiao Baojing was caught off guard and the paper umbrella he raised hit Princess Wumian.

Princess Wumian's figure disappeared at the spot, and then gathered around. Her already cold face became even more gloomy.

Xiao Baojing: That’s too much!
As Princess Wumian angrily waved her sleeves, the entire dilapidated temple began to be filled with biting wind and snow!

Shang Bingjiu picked up the coffin board and planned to use it to block the wind and snow: "Lend it to your godmother."

Xiao Baojing grabbed the coffin and held it in his arms: "Don't touch my godmother!"

Ever since she took Coffin Board as her godmother, she has never been sick again even though Princess Wumian would bring snow and wind at any time.

So she still respects this godmother very much.

Seeing that the wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, and it was almost impossible for people to open their eyes, Shang Bingjiu simply grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and took her to hide in the cage.

The box was dark and small, barely enough to hold two people.

Xiao Baojing hugged the coffin tightly and lowered his voice: "By the way, I saw her portrait in Madam Xiang's Temple today! Guess who she is?"

Without waiting for Shang Bingjiu to answer, Xiao Baojing asked and answered himself mysteriously: "She is the eldest princess Wumian, the biological sister of the late emperor and the wife of Prime Minister Ji."

The two are very close.

Shang Bingjiu was so close that he could smell the scent of orange blossoms on the girl.

She smells so good.

He is hungry.

I want to eat her.

He moved closer to her and said "hmm" warmly.

"I heard that she died of illness not long after she gave birth to Ji Huaisheng for Prime Minister Ji. I don't know why she appeared in the wilderness... After all, aren't she and Ji Huaisheng mother and son? Why didn't she react at all when she heard Sun A'niang mention that Ji Huaisheng was in trouble?" Xiao Baojing couldn't help but move his body while talking, "It's so crowded!"

She pressed herself against a corner of the cage.

Through the coffin board, the Shangbing wine occupied almost half of the box.

In the dim light, the young man's strong aura tightly wrapped around her.

Xiao Baojing instinctively felt his burning and dangerous gaze.

Her face turned red: "You...you squeezed me! Move back over there!"

Shang Bingjiu licked his thin lips, suppressed the hunger in his stomach, and stared at her with burning eyes: "Your legs are long, you can't retreat."

(End of this chapter)