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

Chapter 53 His Tail
"Well..." Xiao Baojing tried, "How about inviting her in to ask her?"

"If you're not afraid of causing a snowstorm, you can give it a try."

Xiao Baojing: "Then let's not do that."

She has been braving the snow for many days!

However, what are you afraid of?

The woman with a pearl flower between her eyebrows stood quietly behind Xiao Baojing, and no one knew how long she had been there.

She looked at the skeleton on the bed, and anger gradually welled up on her pale face.

Xiao Baojing felt the cool wind behind him, swallowed his saliva, and did not dare to look back: "She heard what we said, didn't she?"

Shang Bingjiu: “It seems so.”

As soon as the words fell, a strong snowstorm suddenly swept through the whole house!
The floor was frozen three feet thick, and in an instant, all the teapots and teacups were frozen and cracked, and a row of ice prisms hung from the bed frame.

The room was so cold that Xiao Baojing's feathered robe was useless.

Her face turned pale from the cold. She sneezed, rubbed the frost on her eyebrows and eyelashes, and reached for the wine with trembling hands: "It's cold..."

She had never experienced such cold before. It was like being thrown into a freezer with the temperature dozens of degrees below zero. No matter how warm her clothes were, she would be frozen stiff!
Shang Bingjiu held her cold little hand in his.

Behind him, a huge fluffy tail quietly emerged with a fierce and murderous aura.

The tail knocked Princess Wumian out of the window and then wrapped Xiao Baojing tightly.

The tail is furry and warm, with a little red at the tip, and is so big that it almost covers the entire room.

Xiao Baojing was almost frozen. He hugged the person in front of him unconsciously, rubbing his cheek against his chest while shivering, trying to absorb more warmth.

The boy held her in his arms.

In the dim world created by his tail, he pinched her round, white chin, forcing her to raise her head. He licked her forehead and ears repeatedly, melting the frost on her eyebrows and eyes, and then bit her cheeks and neck with his fangs.

She smells like orange...

The young man hadn't eaten for a long time and was feeling hungry. He resisted the urge to swallow her and greedily sniffed the fragrance on her body.

Xiao Baojing's consciousness was hazy, and she only vaguely felt that there was a huge furnace beside her that could keep her alive.

She clung to the big stove, letting the flames lick and nibble her face.

The cold is driven out of the body.

She stretched out her body warmly.

The girl's body is flexible and slender, like a vigorous young tree.

The cool tip of his nose gently touched the tip of the girl's nose.

"its mine."

The next day.

Today is the grand parade of gods in Xiangshui County.

Xiao Baojing woke up on the bed and found the coffin board beside him.

She sat up and hugged the coffin board, her cheeks flushed with sickness, and said in a hoarse voice: "Peddler, I seem to be sick. But I have to attend the parade today, what should I do?"

Shang Bingjiu sat cross-legged on the armchair, sewing colorful clothes for the glove puppet: "Bring your godmother with you, she will protect you."

"really?"

Xiao Baojing was skeptical. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up and put on makeup.

When he looked in the bronze mirror, he found two shallow tooth marks on his neck.

She touched her face in panic: "Peddler, I was bitten by a dog!"

Shang Bingjiu: “…”

Xiao Baojing had no choice but to use rouge and powder to cover up the tooth marks.

She wrapped the coffin board with silk cloth to make it easier to carry out and less scary: "Peddler, I'm going to dress up as Mrs. Xiang today. Will you come to see me?"

"Do you want me to go?"

"Of course I do!" Xiao Baojing carried the coffin board wrapped in colorful silk cloth and stepped out of the door proudly, "I want to show off today!"

The streets of the city were deserted, and even people from nearby towns and villages came into the city to watch the fun. The stilt houses by the water were crowded with people.

The gongs and drums were beating, the firecrackers were blasting, six majestic dancing lions led the way, and the procession went around the city in a mighty manner. Wherever it passed, red firecrackers and paper clothes exploded all over the streets.

Children love this kind of excitement the most, following the team through the noisy crowd.

The parade included various gods dressed up by the common people. Xiao Baojing dressed up as Madam Xiang, sitting on the most eye-catching vermilion lacquered and gold-painted chariot, carried by attendants, and paraded through the streets in an ostentatious manner.

Ji Shanchuan was also there, dressed as the Lord of Xiang, and his chariot was at the back of the parade.

Xiao Baojing followed what Princess Wumian taught her, folding her hands over her chest and nodding and smiling at the onlookers from time to time.

She must have behaved well, and the people on both sides of the street extended their hands to her enthusiastically, praying that Madam Xiang could bless their hometown. The chariot was decorated with countless flowers.

She hid her godmother in a coffin wrapped in silk behind the car.

As she smiled, she secretly said: I hope Sister Diji won't show up. I will at least wait until she finishes the parade before coming to see her.

Otherwise, if it snowed halfway, she would be hard to explain!

The procession gradually walked to the busiest street.

The best restaurant in Xiangshui County stands here. Dignitaries represented by Prime Minister Ji are all overlooking the bustle from the top floor.

A young man in a Taoist robe with crane feathers sat cross-legged on the high eaves, leaning his chin on his hand and looking down at the excitement below.

He suddenly curved his fox eyes and blew a breath towards the parade team.

A strong wind blew up.

The entire procession was staggering. Xiao Baojing subconsciously held on to the sedan chair, not noticing that the silk cloth wrapped around the coffin board was quietly unravelling.

The figure of Princess Wumian appeared on the chariot.

She raised her scarlet eyes and looked far away at Prime Minister Ji on the tall building.

It snows in May and the north wind is biting.

Xiao Baojing was shocked: "Sister Diji! Why did you come out? Take it back quickly, take back your magical power!"

Princess Wumian turned a deaf ear.

Her eyes were red and she raised her sleeves tremblingly and pointed at Prime Minister Ji.

On the tall building, the dignitaries who knew her were shocked and stood up one after another: "Grand Princess?!"

The eldest princess died of illness in Xiangshui County just after giving birth to Ji Huaisheng, and has long been buried.

Forty years have passed, how could she reappear? !

After the initial shock, Ji Wen's dark face revealed a trace of fear, and he shouted: "Who are you? How dare you pretend to be my deceased wife?! It's snowing in the early summer, it must be you, the monster, who is causing trouble! Come, take her down!"

The Ji family has many powerful demon hunters.

They jumped down from the tall building, sacrificed various magical weapons, and rushed towards Princess Wumian.

The streets were in chaos.

Xiao Baojing fell heavily from the carriage and was helped up by Ji Shanchuan who rushed over: "Miss Xiao, are you okay? The streets are so chaotic, the parade will definitely not go on, you should find a place to hide quickly."

Xiao Baojing: "Ah?"

What about her five taels of silver?
She said, "What about you?"

"I'm going to find Linghong." Ji Shanchuan touched the bag of silver hidden in his sleeve. "I couldn't learn the rules of the Ji family, and I refused to go to Yejing to study. That mad old man always beat me with a ruler. I secretly sold a vase and a set of tea sets and saved up twenty taels of silver. I plan to find Linghong and buy her a silver bracelet, and buy a small courtyard for my mother."

The young man was wearing Xiangjun uniform. His wide, snow-white sleeves were blown up by the wind, revealing the scars on his arms from being beaten with a ruler.

When he smiles, he is still handsome and honest, just like the ever-flowing Xiang River.

He held up his messy stall and jumped to the riverside, waving at Xiao Baojing: "I'm going to see Linghong!"

On top of a tall building, Ji Wen finally realized what his only grandson wanted to do.

He shouted: "Quick, stop him!"

The Ji family's guards came out in full force.

Ji Shanchuan swiftly picked up the bamboo pole and diverted the Xiang River before they could catch up.

The bamboo raft was like an arrow shot from a bow, getting farther and farther away from the shore.

He is not the son of the Ji family.

He was a child raised by the Xiang River.

In mid-air, Princess Wumian was fighting with the demon hunters of the Ji family.

Someone noticed Xiao Baojing and suddenly pointed at her and shouted, "There's a monster here too!"

They can't defeat Princess Wumian, so how can they not defeat a little goblin who can't even change his shape?

Xiao Baojing trembled and hugged the coffin tightly: "Don't come over! I'm not a monster!"

"If you're not a monster, why are you holding the coffin in broad daylight?!"

"This is not a coffin, this is my godmother!"

"Adopting a coffin board as your godmother, is this something a human can do?! If you are not a monster, who is?!"

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