Chapter 12 The girl smells like orange flowers
Qiu Xinghe's eyes turned red, and tears suddenly rolled down his face.
He did not dodge, but still knelt there and stretched out his hands towards her, wanting to embrace her.
The golden hairpin held high by Xiao Baojing hovered in the air.
She stared blankly at Qiu Xinghe's tears.
——Baoer, do you feel any pain?
——Bao'er, this is the sword I used when I was a child. You hide it next to me for self-defense.
——Bao'er, don't be afraid, I married you, and I will protect you from now on.
The young general's gentle voice was close to his ears.
But later, they brutally took away the small sword he gave her for self-defense.
They used the small sword to peel off her skin bit by bit and cut off her joints bit by bit.
It hurts so much.
She was in so much pain.
Two lines of tears rolled down uncontrollably, dripping down the girl's delicate white chin and onto Qiu Xinghe's cheek, mixing with his tears.
She reached out and touched his tears.
The boy's tears were hot.
Through the tears on her fingertips, she saw that on their wedding day, the young general was deceived by his sister and happily picked all the peonies in the garden to decorate their new house.
With such hot and yearning eyes, it was as if he wished he could dedicate all the beautiful things in the world to her.
Not him.
The person who killed her was really not him...
She just knew...
The gold hairpin held high fell to the ground.
The girl studied Qiu Xinghe's features carefully under the moonlight, as if she wanted to remember his face forever.
The little face covered with dancing tears slowly raised a gentle and bright smile towards him.
Qiu Xinghe held her hand tightly.
Shang Bingjiu stared at the two intertwined hands, the smile on his thin lips became thicker, but the viciousness in the fox's eyes was dark and strong, as if it was about to overflow.
The red thread twitched again.
Xiao Baojing flew back uncontrollably.
Qiu Xinghe faintly noticed something. He walked on his knees among the camellias and still refused to let go of her hand. His voice was filled with anxious trembling and deep pleading: "Bao'er, don't go, don't go..."
Xiao Baojing retreated faster and faster, and in the end he could only hold her white fingertips.
The wind blew suddenly, and thousands of fireflies floated from the camellia bushes into a galaxy, like a grand farewell.
The girl's fingertips slipped out of Qiu Xinghe's hand, and she quickly flew towards Shang Bingjiu. Finally, she was picked up by him with one arm and sat on his shoulder like a puppet.
"Bao'er..."
Qiu Xinghe looked at Xiao Baojing from a distance, but suddenly felt very strange.
That's not his baby.
He raised his head.
It is said that when a person's soul dissipates, it will turn into thousands of fireflies to light up the way home.
He slowly raised his hand, trying to hold something in the air.
But he couldn't hold onto anything.
The young general suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted among the camellias with a face as pale as a sheet of paper.
Xiao Baojing sat on Shang Bingjiu's shoulder, his heart beating so fast that he almost suffocated.
She could clearly feel that part of her body was being pulled out tonight.
Is it...another soul?
The skin bag she used originally belonged to that soul. It was picked up by the salesman and mended to make it look like what it is now.
But tonight, she clearly saw and heard everything that the soul experienced. It was not until the look between her and Qiu Xinghe, that soul seemed to confirm something, that the obsession remaining in the skin finally dissipated.
Qiu Xinghe was carried back to the yard by his entourage.
The actors watching the excitement returned to Datongpu while discussing.
Shang Bingjiu took Xiao Baojing to a well.
His puppet was touched by others and became dirty.
He wants to wash her hands.
Shang Bingjiu brought up a bucket of water, soaked the well water with a handkerchief, and carefully wiped Xiao Baojing's fingers clean, only to find that her little face was covered with mottled tears, and her clear almond eyes were full of sadness that could not be resolved. It seems that he is still immersed in the sadness of the life and death of Qiu Xinghe and the Ninth Princess.
But the remnant soul left in this puppet has obviously disappeared. It is...
Have you cultivated your own soul?
He placed Xiao Baojing on the wellhead, sat next to her, and stroked the Taoist robe: "It will be dawn in an hour. The Datong shop is noisy and dirty. I will rest here with the little princess."
Xiao Baojing slowly came out of the feelings left behind by the remnant soul.
Needless to say, this salesman was quite considerate of her...
However, he suddenly looked at her bulging shoulder bag suspiciously: "What did you steal?"
Xiao Baojing:......
She was caught stealing someone's shoes!
How was she going to explain that she was just a puppet who would run out and steal other people's things?
You will be suspected of being a monster!
Just when she didn't know what to do, Shang Bingjiu had already reached into her bag.
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Xiao Baojing: Why did this man directly reach into the woman’s bag?
Shang Bingjiu took out a pair of white satin embroidered shoes.
Xiao Baojing: Stop it!
Play dead, or she should play dead!
No matter what he asks later, she just has to keep her mouth shut!
Unexpectedly, Shang Bingjiu didn't question her.
He played with it for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the two embroidery needles hidden under the soles of his shoes.
The original pearl satin embroidered shoes turned into two white birds in the young man's palms. They circled and chirped for a moment, then flapped their wings and flew into the vast night in pairs.
Xiao Baojing's eyes widened in surprise.
The old demon subduing master said that these shoes were made of spirits, but it turned out that they were actually transformed by white birds!
Shang Bingjiu's voice became clearer and clearer: ""Xuan Shi Zhi" said: There are two clogs, very fine in literature and science, white in color and excellent in system. At midnight, they suddenly turned into white birds."
He looked at Xiao Baojing with a smile but not a smile: "The white birds made trouble and flew into the brocade bag. Is the little princess frightened? I said I would always protect the little princess. Look, I have chased them away for you now."
Xiao Baojing breathed a sigh of relief.
The salesman actually thought that the white bird was causing trouble and flew into her bag.
It turns out her identity was not exposed.
The crescent moon is falling in the west, and the grass and trees are white.
There is an orange tree growing next to the dry well, and its branches are covered with pure white orange flowers in spring and summer.
The low-hanging flower branches fell on the young man's shoulders, blocking Xiao Baojing's view of him.
She brushed the branches.
The bright yellow orange stamens rubbed against her fingertips and cheeks, leaving a sweet and sour aroma.
She quietly approached Shang Bingjiu and carefully observed his closed eyebrows.
This salesman was different from what she thought. Not only could he sew puppets, but he also had amazing puppetry skills. Did his parents teach him?
But...
Xiao Baojing thought of the red threads running through her body and his fingers tonight.
She didn't want to be a puppet controlled by others.
She still wants to go to Ye Jing to find the Imperial Master and become a real person.
Shang is sick and drinking wine with his eyes closed to rest his mind.
The girl wore a peony palace lantern sachet on her waist. It was supposed to be the aroma of the ice-poor Qiongling flower that he was familiar with, but tonight her breath was so close at hand, and the subtle heat lingered on his cheeks. He smelled it on her face. There is no scent of Qiongling flowers.
His puppets smell of orange blossoms.
Orange blossom flavor...
Shang Bingjiu suddenly opened his eyes.
That soul... is she back?
…
The sky is bright.
Today is the 60th birthday of the old lady of the county governor's mansion, and the mansion has been busy very early.
Shang Bingjiu and other actors went to the front yard to perform a play. Xiao Baojing took it out of the box and continued to look for Yaoyao quietly.
The Sheriff's Mansion is huge, but she only has one day.
When she broke into a side courtyard, she saw that everyone here had gone to the front yard to watch the excitement, so she boldly shouted: "Yao Yao! Yao Yao? Are you here?"
forecourt.
Shang Bingjiu sat cross-legged on a high platform, surrounded by a group of children.
He held up two painted bag puppets with fox eyes and a warm smile: "Today we are telling the story of braised pork."
(End of chapter)