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

Chapter 89 The Little Princess and the Handkerchief Both Smell Good

The fox mask on Chao Yuan's face became increasingly colorful, and the pastel blue tears seemed almost substantial.

Xiao Baojing even felt at one point that this person seemed to be about to cry again!

"That's enough!" Xiao Qian interrupted the solemn atmosphere, "That's enough for today! Nan Jia, come out with me."

Xiao Nanjia glanced deeply at Xiao Baojing before turning around and following Xiao Qian.

The officials also left.

Xiao Baojing looked at Shang Bingjiu and Chao Yuan and coughed lightly: "That——"

Before he could utter a word, the young man in Taoist robe and hairpin with flowers beside him suddenly flicked his wide sleeves and struck Chao Yuan with a palm!
In an instant, the entire underground was filled with flying sand and rocks, and the huge fireball hanging in the air burned even more violently!

The mechanical gears turned rapidly, and the petty officials holding whips were unable to dodge and were crushed into meat paste with screams. Their horrible corpses fell into the furnace one after another!

Xiao Baojing looked up and could only see the afterimages of the two people fighting on the dome!
The red-hot coal slag on the huge fireball fell down like meteors falling from the sky.

Xiao Baojing covered his head.

What should she do now?
Recalling the scenes in TV dramas where the male lead and the second male lead fought over the female lead, Xiao Baojing jumped up and down and shouted, "Stop fighting! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it now!"

But no one paid any attention to her.

The two men fought fiercely, and it was unclear who had the upper hand. The entire fireball exploded and turned into countless red-hot coal slags that fell down, as red and hot as the end of the world!

Xiao Baojing quickly covered his head and ran out: "I don't care about you!"

She ran outside and waited nervously, a thin layer of sweat quietly appearing on her palms.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a figure slowly walked out.

"A peddler?" Xiao Baojing's eyes lit up when he saw who was coming. "You won?"

“他逃走了。”商病酒舔了舔唇角的血，“我把他揍了一顿，小公主可以解气了。”

His forehead was injured, blood was rolling down, and his left eye was soaked in blood foam, looking quite hideous and terrifying.

"You're injured..." Xiao Baojing took out a small handkerchief from the persimmon string bag, "I'll wipe it for you."

Shang Bingjiu put his hands in his pockets, leaned towards her, and put his face in front of her: "Okay."

The handkerchief wiped away the blood stains on the boy's face bit by bit, revealing his charming face with red lips and white teeth.

In the season of orange, yellow, tangerine and green, the autumn sun penetrated the red maple leaves. Xiao Baojing saw his fangs against his thin lips, his smile was bloody and unrestrained, his amber eyes were extremely bright, reflecting her face clearly.

Her face showed undisguised worry and caution, almost telling him openly that she liked him.

The autumn sun is warm.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Xiao Baojing's back again.

She suddenly stuffed the handkerchief into Shang Bingjiu's arms and turned her face away from his sight: "Wipe it yourself!"

Shang Bingjiu held the tender pink handkerchief.

The hibiscus on the boy's temples was lost in the fight. The cinnabar red Taoist robe with green edges was a very contradictory color, solemn and bright, making him look wild and arrogant. But he was holding a pink handkerchief in his fingertips. Such a soft color did not belong to him, but he held it firmly in his palm.

He put the handkerchief under his nose and sniffed it.

Xiao Baojing saw his little action from the corner of his eye, and his cheeks immediately turned red: "You - what are you sniffing about! Give it back to me!"

Shang Bingjiu raised his hand high.

He was so tall that Xiao Baojing couldn't reach her handkerchief even if he jumped.

Shang Bingjiu curved his fox eyes and said, "The little princess smells so good, and her handkerchief smells good too."

It was a serious tone of praise, without any blasphemy or frivolity.

Xiao Baojing was furious: "Pervert!"

She turned and left.

Shang Bingjiu followed and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Leave me alone?"

"Can't I manage it?"

"You hate it!"

"You hate it!"

"..."

The two disappeared in the crowd on the street. In a corner high above Mansudae, Chao Yuan hid in the dark and watched them go farther and farther away.

He was injured, with his entire arm bitten and bleeding.

He slowly took off the painted fox mask. Behind the mask, the face that looked like Shang Bingjiu was crying sadly, with clear tears dripping down his pointed chin, like an abandoned puppy.

"Obviously, we are all the same..."

"Why do you only like him and not me?"

“No one likes me.”

"No one in this world likes me."

His voice was hoarse and his fox eyes were full of sorrow.

Just as he was immersed in pain, the tearful face gradually changed.

He put his hand against his forehead, his eyes suddenly opened fiercely, and his thin lips muttered something like a murmur: "Among us, he and Greedy are the strongest. We should unite to swallow him!"

"What a good idea. Let's share him and we can all become stronger!"

"I'm so hungry! Eat him and I'll have a full meal right away! Eat him! Eat him! Eat him!"

Chao Yuan's tone became more and more rapid and arrogant.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" He suddenly leaned back and laughed crazily, "Eat me? Are you worthy?!"

The other sounds in the body all paused for a moment.

"Get out! Get out of my body!" Chao Yuan suddenly swung his sleeves like a madman, as if he was half crying and half laughing to drive away the plague, "Get out!"

"Hahahaha! No one likes you, you're so pitiful!"

Chao Yuan suddenly knelt down on the ground.

I don't know how long it took before I finally drove away the unnecessary consciousness in my mind.

He held his head helplessly, tears dripping onto the ground.

He spoke, as if countless people were speaking at the same time: "He is getting stronger... We must devour him as soon as possible."

...

Xiao Baojing and Shang Bingjiu were eating wontons at a street stall.

Xiao Baojing blew on the hot wontons in the bowl and said seriously, "The Xiangshui County's parade team has entered the capital. I promised them that I would meet up in Yejing and enter the Wanshou Terrace with them on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival to pray for blessings and celebrate the festival. I will go find them after we finish eating the wontons. Peddler, can you wait for me nearby? I have come to my senses now, and it is not bad to live in a dilapidated temple."

It's better than doing hard labor.

Shang Bingjiu put one hand on his forehead and used chopsticks to stir the wontons in the bowl with the other hand.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Xiao Baojing couldn't help but move closer: "Peddler, what are you daydreaming about?"

The young man raised his face with a half-smile on his face: "Little princess, just go and do what you want."

"Ten taels of silver." Xiao Baojing was thinking about her reward, "enough for the two of us to spend for many days!"

At dusk, the city of Yejing was lit with thousands of lanterns, and the lanterns on Wanshou Terrace were as bright as day.

The fragrance of osmanthus and mooncakes permeates the streets. People are either reuniting with their families or going out to the streets to watch the lanterns. The most eye-catching thing is the towering pavilion that rises from the ground. Tonight, the emperor will come to Wanshoutai in person to worship the gods and pray for blessings with the people. All the people can catch a glimpse of him just by looking up.

Xiao Baojing dressed up as Madam Xiang and mingled in the parade.

She entered the brightly lit golden palace with other gods and stood on both sides. Not long after, she saw the emperor leading civil and military officials into the palace.

They were solemn and reverent, and paid homage to the shrine.

Xiao Baojing stood on tiptoe curiously and watched secretly.

She seemed to have been to this golden palace before.

Yes, she and Yaoyao cleaned this golden palace a few days ago.

She remembered that in the shrine where the emperor and his ministers worshipped, there was an ugly and short man enshrined.

Yaoyao also took out a thin and dry finger from it.

Xiao Baojing couldn't help but ask the little sister dressed as a mountain ghost next to him: "Do you know who they are worshipping?"

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