Chapter 47 Her tongue was cut off
Xiao Baojing was curious: "Who is the woman in the painting?"
"She is the woman who played the role of Mrs. Xiang at the first Wandering God Festival - the late emperor's biological sister, the eldest princess Wumian." The accompanying official explained, "Forty years ago, she married to Xiangshui County and became a Ji The wife of the Prime Minister. When our Xiangshui County was flooded for many years, Prime Minister Ji proposed to hold a grand gathering of wandering gods. That year, Prime Minister Ji and Emperor Wu Mian personally played the role of Lord Xiang and Lady Xiang at the Youshen Festival, praying to Lord Xiang and Lady Xiang for good weather and good harvests. Since then, there have been no floods in the county every year. The grand gathering of gods has also become our tradition in Xiangshui County.”
Emperor Wu Mian...
It turns out that woman is Emperor Wumian.
Xiao Baojing counted on his fingers.
Emperor Wumian is the late emperor's biological sister, and her original body was the ninth princess of the dynasty. In other words, Emperor Wumian should be her original aunt?
After walking around for a long time, it turns out they are a family!
When Xiao Baojing left the Xiangfu Temple, it was already dark.
She was thinking about walking back to the ruined temple when a pair of boys and girls appeared in front of her.
The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing an old gray-white double-breasted shirt and a pair of black cloth shoes. The wind brought out the scent of acacia on his body, and he was as energetic as other young men in Xiangshui County.
He smiled cheerfully and said: "Are you the girl who plays the role of Mrs. Xiang at this Youshen Festival? I am playing the role of Mr. Xiang. My name is Ji Shanchuan. I have already played the role of Mr. Xiang two years ago. What's wrong with you? If you know anything, you can ask me.”
"My name is Xiao Baojing," Xiao Baojing said calmly and generously, looking at the girl beside the young man, "Who is this?"
"I'm his friend," the girl beside him said with a smile, "my name is Ling Hong! Are you from out of town? Our Xiangshui County is criss-crossed by rivers, and it's easy for outsiders to get lost at night. Where do you live? ? We’ll take you back by boat!”
The girl, who is only fourteen or fifteen years old, has weathered the wind and rain, her skin is a healthy wheat color, her eyes are nourished by the mountains and rivers, they look dark and clear, and when she smiles, they are like sweet dates on the branches of the mountains.
Xiao Baojing did not refuse their kindness.
Ji Shanchuan and Ling Hong were very good at punting the boat. When they tapped their pennies on the water, the boat slowly broke through the water and rowed towards the ruined temple.
An iron-framed wind lantern hangs from the bow of the boat, casting a hazy light and shadow on the water.
The shops on the river bank were brightly lit and scattered high and low. Xiao Baojing sat on the boat and watched them retreat, as if they were a moving picture of Riverside During the Qingming Festival.
"Shanchuan and I are both orphans adopted by Sun Aniang." Ling Hong's clear voice echoed on the water. "Sun Aniang sells spring cakes on Wutong Bridge. We live in a boat. Shanchuan and I grew up on the water. Since I was a child, I have learned to punt and carry passengers from the older kids to make some small money.”
Ji Shanchuan held his bamboo pen and looked at Ling Hong with a smile: "We plan to save enough money to buy a second-floor courtyard and bring Sun Aniang to live with us."
"That's right!" Ling Hong said briskly when she saw mugwort hanging on the eaves of people's houses on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, "The Dragon Boat Festival will be after the Wandering Gods Festival. Miss Xiao, you can watch the dragon boat race with me. The mountains and rivers are the most powerful. Where he is A dragon boat takes first place every Dragon Boat Festival!”
Xiao Baojing nodded seriously: "Okay!"
Finally arriving at the ruined temple with red lanterns hanging, Xiao Baojing scratched his head, wondering whether he should invite them in to sit.
Although I don’t mind being an ugly bitch and my family is poor, it doesn’t seem appropriate to invite a friend I just met to sit in a dilapidated temple, and she doesn’t even offer tea or fruits...
When he was hesitating, Ji Shanchuan excitedly took out a pot and a bag of spring cakes from the cabin.
Ling Hong scooped up a large ladle of river water: "Miss Xiao, you haven't had dinner yet, right? We brought spring cakes, shall we eat together?"
While he was talking, Ji Shanchuan was already standing at the door of the ruined temple with a pot in his arms. He only waited for Xiao Baojing to let go before going straight in to set up the stove.
The two of them seemed to be passionate about something.
Xiao Baojing didn't know how to refuse, so he had to say hello.
When Ji Shanchuan and Ling Hong stepped into the ruined temple, she suddenly remembered that Emperor Wu Mian was still in the temple.
She followed quickly.
Leaving Wumian Diji alone with the salesman would definitely cause problems.
Emperor Wumian was obviously not in a good mood. During the time she left, three inches of snow had accumulated in the ruined temple!
The salesman sat on the cage with his hands folded, raised his fox eyes, and glanced at Ji Shanchuan with a half-smile.
Xiao Baojing awkwardly introduced the two parties: "They are Ji Shanchuan and Ling Hong. He is... my friend. He is a powerful demon subduing master. There are spirits appearing around him from time to time, so there is snow in the temple." Ji Shanchuan and Ling Hong greeted each other politely and began to set up the stove.
Xiao Baojing first glanced at his godmother, then looked around, but did not see Emperor Wu Mian.
She walked around to the back of the ruined temple and was stunned.
The once dilapidated place has been given a new look, with expensive and gorgeous Hunan embroidery screens and gold-woven Persian carpets.
Emperor Wu Mian kneels elegantly beside the gilded dowry of Baoxianghua, dressing up in front of the Pisces bronze mirror.
Xiao Baojing came closer, clasped his palms together and lowered his voice: "I am entertaining guests outside, please don't let it snow suddenly!"
She was about to leave when she remembered the painting she saw in the Xiangfu Temple, and turned back curiously: "By the way, are you Emperor Wumian? I saw your portrait in the Xiangfu Temple today!"
The face in the Pisces bronze mirror suddenly froze.
Xiao Baojing was keenly aware that Emperor Wumian was in something wrong.
She also froze.
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Remembering that Ji Zhengyan would go berserk when he was unhappy, she was worried that Emperor Wu Mian would also cause a terrible snowstorm.
She waited tremblingly for a long time, but fortunately, Emperor Wu Mian did not attract the wind and snow, but there were only wisps of coldness all over her body.
After a while, Emperor Wumian slowly turned to Xiao Baojing and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.
But she didn't say a word.
Xiao Baojing saw that her mouth was dark.
Her tongue was cut out.
The bone-chilling coldness instantly spread throughout Xiao Baojing's limbs and bones.
She was stunned for a long time, until Ling Hong's voice calling her came from outside, and then she finally came back to her senses and looked at Emperor Wu Mian in horror.
Isn't she a noble emperor?
Isn’t she Prime Minister Ji’s wife?
Isn’t he a divine messenger who is loved by the people of Xiangshui County?
How could she...
Xiao Baojing almost didn't know how he got outside.
"It's almost done!" Ling Hong turned over the spring cakes in the iron pot happily, "Miss Xiao, on Dragon Boat Festival night, I invite you and your friends to our house to eat duck. The Ji family will reward the first place in the dragon boat race with one for each person. A big live duck, Shanchuan can take one home every Dragon Boat Festival!”
Xiao Baojing picked up the bowl and chopsticks and praised: "Master Ji is so awesome!"
The girl's voice was delicate and sweet.
Shang Bingjiu narrowed his fox eyes: "I haven't brought any ducks to my house, but I gave the little princess a pair of silver bracelets. I heard that my daughter's family likes silver bracelets. Did Mr. Ji also give Miss Ling a pair of silver bracelets? ?”
Ji Shanchuan and Ling Hong are both children from poor families.
How can I afford a silver bracelet?
The atmosphere in the ruined temple was very awkward for a while.
Xiao Baojing wished he could press his toes to the ground.
Who asked him?
Who asked him about the silver bracelet? !
(End of chapter)