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

Chapter 50 The Little Princess Is Indeed a Beauty

Xiao Baojing glared at him.

The peddler looks good, but what he says is very annoying.

Noticing them, Ji Shanchuan and Ling Hong didn't feel comfortable continuing the argument.

Ji Shanchuan walked up to the two of them, suppressing the sadness in his eyes, still as refreshing as a boy next door: "I have prepared a room for you to rest, so you don't have to live in a dilapidated temple. It happens that the parade will be held in two days. Miss Xiao, if you have any questions, you can discuss them with me nearby."

Xiao Baojing agreed, looked at Linghong hesitantly, and then followed the maid to the side room carrying the coffin.

She placed the coffin on the couch and looked at Princess Wumian.

Xiao Wumian was dressing herself by the window, holding a bronze mirror with two fishes in it.

Although she had clearly entered the Ji family's ancestral home, she did not show the slightest joy of going home. Her brows were so cold that it seemed as if a layer of frost and snow had condensed on them.

Xiao Baojing lay beside the fruit plate and cautiously probed: "Sister Diji, why are you not happy at all after returning home? I heard that Prime Minister Ji also returned to the ancestral home. Don't you want to go see your husband? I heard that he died of illness not long after you got married. Forty years have passed. You must miss him a lot, right?"

Princess Wumian raised her head in the bronze mirror.

I don't know which word touched her pain point. She suddenly raised her sleeve and overturned the bronze mirror, and the decorations in the dressing table in the room were swept to the ground.

Her face was as gloomy as water, and she was wandering around the room restlessly. Her wide, long ice-blue sleeves and skirt were like a raging snowstorm, turning water into ice wherever she passed.

The whole wing was hit by a snowstorm, which was even colder than the one in the dilapidated temple last night!
Xiao Baojing: She really wants to slap herself twice!
Why does she talk so much?

How is she going to sleep tonight?

"Sister Diji, don't be angry. I said the wrong thing. Can't you just pretend I didn't say it?"

The wind and snow made her cheeks hurt. She admitted her mistake pitifully, but Princess Wumian kept going on a rampage and wouldn't listen to a word she said.

After much difficulty, she grabbed the sleeve of Princess Wumian. She paused in her angry movements and lowered her eyes to look at her.

Xiao Baojing blinked his round almond eyes and said coquettishly: "Sister Diji..."

Princess Wumian slowly raised her sleeves and pointed in that direction again.

Xiao Baojing: ...

She couldn’t understand it, she really couldn’t understand it!
The peddler said that Princess Wumian was pointing in the direction of the Ji family's ancestral home, so she brought her over.

But after arriving, Princess Wumian was still pointing in that direction. What did she mean?

Seeing her clear and stupid face, Princess Wumian was obviously angry. She flicked her wide sleeves and Xiao Baojing was thrown out of the room!
With a loud bang, the door slammed shut in front of her!
Xiao Baojing lay on the ground pitifully.

No, this was clearly her room, but she was kicked out!
She didn't give up, and stretched out her little fist to knock on the door: "Sister Diji, please let me in, my godmother is still in there——"

The door burst open.

The whistling ice and snow were like a ferocious beast opening its bloody mouth and roaring, directly freezing all the feathers on Xiao Baojing's head.

The door slammed shut again.

Xiao Baojing rubbed his frosted eyebrows and said, "Well, I'd better not disturb you, Sister Diji, from being alone with my godmother."

She turned around and saw the peddler leaning against the porch pillar with his arms folded, looking at her with his fox eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

It seems that he saw her in such a miserable state when she was just chased out.

She grabbed her feather skirt and didn't dare to look Shang Bingjiu in the eye: "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beautiful woman before?"

"Where is the beauty?"

Xiao Baojing walked quickly in front of him, showing off her slim waist and long legs, and raised her little face: "Am I not a beauty?"

The little girl is beautiful and aware of herself, like a crane proudly raising its slender neck.

Shang Bingjiu leaned down with his hands in his pockets and looked at her carefully.

The sunlight at the turn of spring and summer shone into the corridor eaves, and the white crane feathers decorated on the boy's collar were blown by the wind onto Xiao Baojing's cheek, making her feel a little itchy. Their eyes met.

The two were so close that they seemed about to touch each other's noses.

She saw the peddler's fox eyes, clear and dark, with golden light flashing in his pupils, as if they were soaked in sweet honey.

And she was in honey.

After a moment, the peddler curved his eyes and said in a clear and gentle voice: "The little princess... is indeed a beauty."

The wind suddenly stopped.

Xiao Baojing's breathing also stopped.

After a moment, her snow-white cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Xiao Baojing said softly: "Hateful!"

Shang Bingjiu imitated her coquettish tone: "Hateful!"

"you--"

Even the roots of Xiao Baojing's thin eyelashes turned red. He covered the small bag of persimmons and ran away quickly.

It was not until she ran around the corner of the corridor that she held her chest and gasped for breath.

Finally, her heart was no longer so panicked, and she lay on the porch pillar again and secretly watched the peddler.

She didn't know what was wrong with her recently, but she would blush and her heart would beat fast whenever she saw a peddler.

It's like I'm sick!

...

"you like him."

South wing.

Linghong and Xiao Baojing both leaned against the stained glass window with their faces in their hands, and Linghong came to this conclusion.

Xiao Baojing was incredulous: "How is it possible?! He has a bad mouth and can't make money. When he goes out, he always takes me to stay in a dilapidated temple. How can I like him?! I think I am sick and need to find a doctor to prescribe a prescription. You don't know that I was sick a few days ago. I have to worship a godmother to get better."

"Of course, everything in the world needs a reason. But liking someone is the only thing that doesn't need a reason." Ling Hong argued, "If you like someone, then you like him/her. What's the big deal? If you don't take advantage of now to be moved and like him/her, do you have to wait until half of your body is buried in the ground before you can fall in love and know how to like others? Liking someone is like a pomegranate flower blooming. It should be lively and exciting."

Xiao Baojing looked at her adoringly.

The girl was wearing simple clothes, but her expression was firm and calm, like the sweet dates growing luxuriantly in the mountains.

Brave and tenacious.

She whispered, "You like Ji Shanchuan, don't you?"

Ling Hong nodded seriously: "I like him! But I can't like him now."

"why?"

"He is the grandson of Prime Minister Ji. After the Dragon Boat Festival, Prime Minister Ji will take him to Yejing to study. Miss Xiao, his future is bright, but my mother and I are the stains on him. The Ji family abandoned him for more than ten years just because he is an illegitimate child. It can be seen that they are a very strict family. Such a family may seem polite, but in fact, they will never tolerate my mother and me. It is better for you to be sensible and leave as soon as possible."

The girl spoke in a serious and well-reasoned manner.

She grew up on a boat and was accustomed to the fickleness of the world and the fickleness of human nature.

Although he was young, he could guess what kind of family the Ji family was.

As the two were talking, the housekeeper suddenly came over and said with a fake smile, "The Prime Minister will host a banquet at Penglai Waterside Pavilion tonight to entertain the young master's friends and thank you for taking care of him over the years. When the time comes, please go with the two girls."

At night, the lights in the waterside pavilion are as bright as day.

The water pavilion was divided into two parts, connected by an arch bridge. When Xiao Baojing sat down, he found that the guests in their water pavilion were all ordinary people, while those sitting in the opposite water pavilion were all prominent people in gorgeous clothes.

Linghong lowered her head and glanced at the opposite side out of the corner of her eye.

(End of this chapter)