Chapter 11 She became someone else’s darling
That was the girl he came all the way from the capital to marry.
When he was young, he went to Beijing with his father to report on his work, and met the young Ninth Princess in the imperial garden in the cold winter.
The little girl's face was round and red, like a small apple, and she was being scolded by several sisters with her cold red hands.
He stood in the distance and listened for a moment. It turned out that she secretly picked the persimmons in the imperial garden.
In fact, that tree produced a lot of persimmons, and even when the snow fell, they were not pecked by birds. There was no palace rule saying that the persimmons here could not be picked, so many people came here to pick persimmons. In addition to young ladies, there were also many greedy ones. Palace maid and eunuch.
But they captured the youngest Ninth Princess alone.
They pushed her down into the snow, and the small bamboo basket she held in her arms fell to the ground, and the few persimmons inside rolled into the snow.
One of the princesses in gorgeous clothes picked up the persimmon and stuffed it into her mouth: "I called you greedy, I called you greedy! The royal princess has turned into a thief! Today we will let you Keep it in mind and see if you dare to steal things next time and if you dare to be greedy!”
The persimmons were frozen hard.
A few of Princess Ninth's deciduous teeth were knocked out, her mouth was full of blood, and she was crying so hard that even someone like him, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, felt pain.
She huddled alone in the snow, her half-worn red cotton-padded jacket was torn to pieces by the exquisite and sharp armor. When the wind blew, the thin cotton wool was like falling snow all over the sky, and Lingding was stuck to her bloody mouth.
After the princesses left laughing and joking, he stepped forward hesitantly and handed her a handkerchief.
The ninth princess sobbed, wiped the blood from her mouth with a handkerchief, and put the fallen persimmons into the bamboo basket one by one. Her disheveled hair was flying in the wind and snow, mixed with white cotton wool, and she looked very pitiful. .
She choked up: "I'm not a thief... My mother-in-law was sick and wanted to eat fresh fruits. I saw them picking persimmons there, so I came over with a bamboo basket to pick them. I only picked three, and I didn't pick as many as they did. , but why did you only hit me..."
Hot tears hit the persimmon.
The persimmons were even brighter red in the wind and snow, just like the red color of her fingers.
Qiu Xinghe silently untied his cloak and wrapped it around her delicate shoulders.
The little girl is only a handful of bones. It turns out that the emperors and concubines of the Tian family are not all golden.
He gradually learned that her mother-in-law was a palace maid from the Huanyi Bureau, and she was the only one who gave birth to her after the emperor got drunk.
Her mother-in-law is no better than the other concubines, and she is no better than the other princesses. Everyone in the palace likes to bully her.
Later, the emperor called the son of the governor of the eighteen counties to the capital to serve as an imperial guard. It seemed like an honor, but in fact he was serving as a hostage. Because he was an only son, he could have been exempted from going to the capital. However, in order to please the emperor, his father still sent him to the capital at the age of fifteen. Sent to the capital.
On New Year's Eve that year, evil spirits caused chaos in the palace.
He and other guards hunted down evil spirits. He was alone in a remote palace. Holding a narrow knife, he faced a powerful and unknown evil ghost alone.
The fifteen-year-old boy didn't have much experience in dealing with evil spirits.
He gradually fell behind.
The fine armor was shattered and the narrow knife was broken. He was like a kite with broken strings, and he crashed onto the steps in front of the palace in embarrassment. The splashed blood stained the palace lanterns and peach charms outside the palace red.
The evil spirits are approaching step by step.
Just when he thought he was going to die alone in a foreign land on New Year's Eve, a delicate figure suddenly appeared.
The girl stretched out her arms to protect him tightly.
He opened his eyes, which were covered with blood, and saw that her body was shaking violently under her dress.
She was obviously very scared, but she didn't take a step back to drive away the evil spirit: "Go, go, go away!"
The evil spirit will not go away.
The girl suddenly took out something from the bamboo basket, lit it and threw it at the evil spirit.
Xie Sui probably thought it was some kind of hidden weapon, so he reached out to pick it up, only to see the thing simmering with fire, and soon exploded in his palm. It was so frightened that it didn't care about eating people, and hurriedly ran away with its head in its arms.
Qiu Xinghe looked at the fragments of red paper that exploded on the floor tiles.
It turned out that what she threw was a bunch of firecrackers.
The "Shenyi Jing" says, "There is a man in the deep mountains of the West. He is more than a foot long, has no fear of people, and can cause people cold and heat. He is called a mandrill. He hangs a bamboo basket on fire, and the mandrill is frightened."
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In addition to mandrills, there are many spirits who are also afraid of firecrackers.
He only knows brute force but not wisdom. He is actually not as smart as this little girl.
He said frankly: "Thank you girl for saving me."
The girl turned around with a little shyness on her face: "Have you forgotten me?"
Only then did Qiu Xinghe recognize that she was the poor Ninth Princess in the snow.
She has become a graceful girl.
He didn't know what to say, so he asked: "Are they...still bullying you?"
"You didn't bully me." Ninth Princess narrowed her eyes, "Later, the prince and the royal brother found out that my mother and I were not living well, so he often helped us and rebuked the royal sisters. Now no one dares to bully my mother and me. La! ”
Her smile was sweet, like red bean paste buns on New Year's Eve.
They gradually got to know each other in the palace.
He hooked up with her and vowed to marry her.
He waited and waited for many years.
Finally, when both of them reached the marriageable age, he couldn't wait to ask the emperor to marry the ninth princess.
But...
On the day of the wedding, my sister said that the decoration of the new house was not grand enough and that several newly picked peonies, the national flower, must be placed. Fang showed how much he valued the Ninth Princess and suggested that he stay in the house to rearrange the decorations and let her go to the wedding instead of him.
He happily picked a lot of peonies, but what came back was the sad news that his happy event had turned into a loss.
Before he could hold the little princess in his hands, she was kidnapped by bandits.
I heard that the wedding dress she wore that day was embroidered for her by her mother-in-law herself. It took a whole year to embroider it, and it took a lot of time.
But he was torn to pieces by bandits.
Even she was torn apart.
It's like the torn red cotton coat in the Imperial Garden that winter, or the red paper coat that exploded all over the ground with firecrackers on New Year's Eve... "Little General Qiu!"
The big man who was trying to study Xiao Baojing's body structure stood up and interrupted Qiu Xinghe's memories.
He explained: "This is just a puppet. It is a prop for us actors to perform in the world, not anything else! This guy is not smart and cannot afford a wife. When he saw that the puppet was beautiful, he insisted that it was his wife. , don’t argue with him!”
Puppet?
Qiu Xinghe raised his scarlet eyes: "I saw her running into this room with my own eyes. She must be hiding here! She came to the Sheriff's Mansion to find me. She must have been wronged and came to tell me her grievances!" Give me my wife, give me my wife!”
His emotions broke down and he suddenly drew his sword, the blade of the sword clanging.
Just as he was about to strike at the cage, Shang Bingjiu raised his slender pale fingertips and gently held the blade: "The young general's wife has disappeared, but he is waving his sword to take possession of Shang's wife. Could it be that the young general is also the same?" Someone who bullies men and dominates women? ”
"I don't... I don't want to take over your wife, I just want my own wife!" Qiu Xinghe held back his tears, put down his sword, and stared at the scarlet box, "Please... please let me Let me look at the people inside..."
The big man sighed: "It's true that a rich man has a love interest. Little brother, just let him take a look, so that he can give up."
Shang Bingjiu reluctantly opened the box, but his thin lips pursed with a hint of playfulness.
"Clang!"
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After seeing the girl's face clearly, the sword in Qiu Xinghe's hand suddenly fell to the ground.
He stared blankly at the girl in the cage, almost unable to find his own voice: "Bao... Bao'er? Is it really you?!"
Baoer?
A hint of gloom flashed across the fox's eyes.
Xiao Baojing: It’s broken, she has become someone else’s darling!
"Baoer!"
Qiu Xinghe's voice was broken and choked.
He stumbled forward and wanted to embrace her.
The haze in Shang Bingjiu's eyes deepened.
The moment Qiu Xinghe was about to meet Xiao Baojing, he fiddled with the red silk thread with his slender fingers, and the girl in red in the cage appeared at the window like a flying butterfly.
Xiao Baojing:...!
It turns out that those red silk threads on her body can be controlled by the salesman? !
She can fly!
She is sailing away tonight!
"Baoer!"
Qiu Xinghe quickly caught up.
But he didn't even touch the girl's sleeves, and she jumped out of the flower window lightly.
The toe of her embroidered shoes rested on a camellia as big as the mouth of a bowl, and her green silk and red skirt swayed in the wind under the moonlight, as if she had flown into the sky and could no longer be held in his arms by the bright moon.
"Bao'er..."
Qiu Xinghe murmured the name of his beloved wife and chased her out desperately.
Everyone quickly followed outside.
The bright moon intertwined into a glow, and Qiu Xinghe stumbled through the camellia bushes, trying to catch the fluttering red.
However, under the control of Shang Bingjiu, the girl was more dexterous than a butterfly. She easily slipped from his fingers and shuttled through the camellia bushes like a play.
"Bao'er, you are...what wronged you have been?"
"Tell me...can you tell me?"
Qiu Xinghe collapsed and fell to his knees.
He looked up at Xiao Baojing and stretched out his hands towards her tremblingly.
Xiao Baojing stood lightly on a camellia.
She was condescending, and by some strange coincidence, she suddenly leaned down.
The wide red sleeves and skirt hung down in layers, and she stared closely at this young and handsome but sad and desperate face.
There are a lot of messy sounds in my ears——
"My brother is the proud son of heaven. You, a despicable thing born from a wretched maid, do you deserve to marry my brother?!"
"Why don't you think my brother came to welcome the bride? Because he doesn't like you at all!
“It’s my brother’s intention to give you to bandits to vent your lust!”
"..."
The bright red wedding dress was torn into pieces.
The girl's blood and tears blended together, and love and hate amplified infinitely in countless messy palms and twisted flesh.
I hate it...
She hates it so much...
If you don't love her, why marry her?
The moonlight is cold and cold, like the light refracted by a knife blade.
Shang Bingjiu leaned on the pillar with a bad smile.
It’s okay to hate.
Kill him.
Why make those promises if you don't have the ability to protect her?
Useless men deserve to die.
The red silk thread is like a plucked string.
Xiao Baojing pulled out the golden hairpin uncontrollably.
The green silk hair hung down like flowing satin, gently brushing Qiu Xinghe's cheek.
Xiao Baojing's expression was ferocious for a moment, he raised the gold hairpin high and stabbed Qiu Xinghe's forehead fiercely!
(End of chapter)