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

Chapter 83 Write on Me
The mother in Jun Baojie's arms pointed to a distant corner with a trembling hand: "Climb up the ladder and you will find an attic. When my husband and I were captured and taken in, we found that the wall behind the attic was not very thick. Maybe... maybe I can blow a hole in it."

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

The dozen or so little firecracker spirits who were lucky enough to survive gathered around her, wiping their tears and holding her hands.

She stroked their little heads and looked at Xiao Baojing with tears in her eyes: "Those petty officials will soon come back with demon hunters to suppress us. Since you know the prince, please leave here as soon as possible and appeal to the prince for our grievances. It doesn't matter if I die, as long as my children are alive..."

“It is better to write a book for all nations.”

A childish voice suddenly came.

When everyone looked over, they saw that the person who spoke was a little boy in green clothes who was less than a foot tall.

Behind him, there were three or four little kids in yellow clothes.

"You..." Xiao Baojing was surprised, "Are you the brush spirits who help Grandma Zhao harvest rice?"

The boy in blue nodded politely, "We came to work at Mansudae. We were thrown in here to keep accounts because we can write and count. If His Royal Highness is really as good as you say, then I suggest that we all write the Manmin Book as strong evidence to expose the conspiracy of Mansudae to His Royal Highness, and ask him to officially release us and give us some compensation."

“Yes, write a book for all nations!”

The other spirits agreed.

"Then write it!" Xiao Baojing clenched his fists. "With the Wanmin Book as evidence, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely believe that what we experienced is true! But where should we write it?"

The clothes they were wearing had long been stained black and dirty by the coal dust, leaving no place for the ink to remain.

There was no paper underground, and the account book recording the amount of coal was taken away by the clerk in his arms.

As everyone was hesitating, Jun Baojie said, "Write on me!"

Xiao Baojing: "How do I write on you?"

Jun Baojie took off the flowery skirt that her mother-in-law had sewed for her and revealed her true identity in front of everyone.

It turns out she is a big bamboo shoot!

She peeled off the bamboo shoots, and the inside of the bamboo shoots was soft and clean, like rice paper cut from jade. "Can I write here?"

Several children nodded.

The goblins lined up in an orderly manner and signed their names on the bamboo shoots.

Many spirits were illiterate and could not write, so they held the brush and pondered for a while, then simply drew their true prototypes on the bamboo shoots.

Xiao Baojing leaned over to watch.

Although they drew it a little sloppily, it was still vaguely recognizable.

It took hundreds of goblins an hour to finally sign.

The bamboo shoots were spread out on the ground, densely covered with signatures and patterns.

Xiao Baojing blew away the ink stains, and suddenly looked behind him as if he had sensed something: "Jun Baojie?"

Only a floral dress was left.

Although it was stained with coal dust, it was neatly folded and bore traces of having been touched.

Next to the flowery skirt, there lay a tiny bamboo shoot core.

Without the protection of the layers of bamboo shoot skin, the core of the bamboo shoot withered and stiffened, and it was already dead.

Xiao Baojing picked up the bamboo shoot core in a daze and placed it carefully in the palm of his hand.

What a small one.

Such a tall girl, but the body hidden under her skin is actually only this small?

Xiao Baojing's breathing became heavier.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, wrapped the bamboo shoot core into her flowery skirt, and then put it into her sleeve.

The monsters rolled up the bamboo shoots, tied them with a hemp rope, and carefully tied them to Xiao Baojing's back.

In the distance, the mother of the little firecracker spirit held her dead husband, tied pigtails for her children for the last time, and said her final goodbyes to them.

The flames ignited her messy braids.

In the firelight, she stared at the crying children who were carried away by other spirits. The next moment, the flames that shot up into the sky completely engulfed her.

With a loud bang, a small hole was blown out in the corner of the wall!
At the same time, the demon-slayers shouted from the sky: "Demons, who allowed you to escape?!"

"Come on!"

The little brush spirits tugged at the hem of Xiao Baojing's skirt.

Xiao Baojing didn't dare to delay. He quickly rushed to the corner of the wall with the bamboo shoots on his back and climbed up the ladder.

The older spirits consciously lined up behind her.

They blocked the demon hunter's steps and tried their best to buy time for her.

Behind him were shrill cries one after another.

Xiao Baojing didn't dare to look back.

She swallowed her tears and sorrow, and used her hands and feet to crawl out of the small hole.

The sunlight outside the cave is dazzling.

She raised her hands to block the sunlight in embarrassment.

I squinted my eyes. This was the long street of Yejing, with scattered buildings, crowded stalls, and people bustling about. The air was filled with the aroma of buns and steamed buns. Children walking through the streets were holding candied haws, and their mothers followed behind them, chatting and laughing.

The capital of Southern Tang was prosperous and peaceful.

But just across the wall is a hell on earth for the monsters.

The fourth princess of Southern Tang did not allow them to share this land with the human race.

Xiao Baojing didn't dare to stay and ran towards the palace, holding back his tears.

She also didn't know whether she could meet Xiao Qian.

But Xiao Qian was the only person she could think of who could stand up and compete with Xiao Nanjia.

"stop!"

The demon hunters soon caught up.

Xiao Baojing was walking through a long alley when someone suddenly grabbed him and said, "Princess!"

Xiao Baojing was surprised: "Yaoyao?!"

"I couldn't find you anywhere on Wanshou Terrace, and I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do. A Mr. Lu told me to stop looking for you and let me go." Yaoyao wiped the coal dust off Xiao Baojing's face with a distressed look, "Princess, why did you make yourself so dirty?"

"I'm fine!" Xiao Baojing made a prompt decision, took off the bundle of bamboo shoots he was carrying, and tied it neatly on Yaoyao's back. "Go find the crown prince now and tell him that the fourth princess has led all the monsters to the underground of Wanshou Terrace, intending to squeeze out their value and murder their lives. This bundle of bamboo shoots is the evidence!"

Yaoyao was at a loss: "What about you?"

"I'll go and lead away those demon hunters." Xiao Baojing was about to leave when he turned back and reminded her, "You also have to tell Xiao Qian that the Fourth Princess plans to blow up the Wanshou Terrace on the Mid-Autumn Festival and kill the emperor and all the civil and military officials in order to usurp the throne and become the emperor! Remember?"

Yaoyao nodded solemnly: "Remember it firmly!"

Xiao Baojing breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out of the alley without looking back.

She was covered in coal dust and looked very black, which made her quite conspicuous on the street.

As soon as the demon hunters saw her, they chased after her without stopping: "Stop!"

Xiao Baojing jumped up and down, and saw a large and luxurious sedan chair parked at the corner of the street, and went straight in.

"Shh!"

Turning to the person in the sedan, she raised her index finger to her lips.

When their eyes met, she found that this was someone she knew.

The young man wearing a painted crying fox face mask spoke faintly: "Why did you get yourself so dirty?"

The tone that sounded like a sigh or doting made Xiao Baojing's hair stand on end.

This guy is in cahoots with Xiao Nanjia!
She was stuck: "You you you——"

Chao Yuan pinched her cheeks, as if looking at a beloved puppet, and said sadly: "It's hard to wash after you mess it up like this."

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　　(End of this chapter)