Chapter 48: Does the salesman expect her to get married soon?
Ling Hong glanced at the silver bracelet Xiao Baojing wore on her wrist.
It was a clear round silver bracelet, wrapped with bright red silk thread. She had seen it on the hands of many girls her age when she was punting.
But those little girls' families were well off, and their parents pampered them. They always wore silver bracelets and embroidered shoes, and would go to the theater on stilts in groups on her boat.
They looked delicate and reserved, and the bells on their silver bracelets jingled in the river breeze, as clear and sweet as their voices.
She stirred the broth, with a stubborn look on her lowered eyebrows, and said crisply before Ji Shanchuan spoke: "I don't like silver bracelets."
Seeing that Shang Bingjiu was still causing trouble, Xiao Baojing held down his hand hard.
The girl's palm was warm, soft and tender, and she pressed tightly against the back of his hand.
Shang Bingjiu raised his eyebrows and was satisfied that he didn't make any more trouble.
Ji Shanchuan held the bowl and glanced at Ling Hong with his peripheral vision, and then at Xiao Baojing's silver bracelet.
He said nothing, but secretly remembered the style of the silver bracelet.
The atmosphere in the temple was awkward, and Sun Aniang suddenly came over in a hurry.
"Fortunately Si'er saw your boat at the gate of the ruined temple, otherwise I wouldn't have known you were here!" She smoothed her disheveled gray hair and grabbed Ji Shanchuan anxiously, "Prime Minister Ji resigned and returned. Xiang, we just arrived in the city by water. What a big battle! The Ji family has sent people to look for you. They are waiting on the Wutong Bridge. Go and see them quickly!"
"Auntie!" Ji Shanchuan broke away from his hand, "Although my surname is Ji, I am not a child of the Ji family. Why do the Ji family want me?! I won't go!"
"They said that you were the child thrown out by Mrs. Wen back then, the illegitimate son of Mr. Ji Huaisheng and the maid in the mansion! Mrs. Wen couldn't tolerate you, so she ordered someone to throw you on the Wutong Bridge. In recent years, because of Mrs. Wen's For this reason, Ji Huaisheng never dared to bring you back to his house to meet you." Sun Aniang was very excited. "It's just that now that Ji Huaisheng has been beheaded by the prince, and Mrs. Wen's two children died in the past few years, you are the only one left among the grandchildren of the Ji family! Prime Minister Ji resigned and returned to his hometown, so he must have saved his life and cultivated it well." Your thoughts! Mountains and rivers, your days of prosperity are yet to come.”
"I——"
Ji Shanchuan wanted to say something else, but was forcefully dragged out of the ruined temple by Sun Aniang.
Ling Hong followed in confusion, not understanding why Ji Shanchuan suddenly became the young master of the Ji family.
Wu Mian Di Ji floated out at some point, staring at the lights on the river outside the temple, her eyes filled with coolness.
In the temple, snowflakes fell rustlingly.
Xiao Baojing opened a paper umbrella resignedly, sat on the cage, and asked Shang Bingjiu: "Why did you mention the silver bracelet just now? How embarrassing."
"Just talking casually."
"Did you just say that casually? You obviously meant it on purpose. You can afford it, and no one else can. If you can afford it, why don't you take me to live in a ruined temple? Well, now I have become Prime Minister Ji. My grandson may be able to achieve great success in the future. And you still have to go to Beijing to take the exam. Maybe you will have to take the exam several times before you can get the honor.”
The girl held the handle of the umbrella, with a pampered look on her face.
As she tilted her head, the feathers on her head quivered slightly, looking pretty and well-behaved.
Shang Bingjiu smiled with his hands behind his back and changed the subject: "What did the little princess do today when she went out?"
"Make money. They said I was good-looking and asked me to play Mrs. Xiang at the Youshen Festival three days later. They said they would reward me with a full five taels of snowflake-patterned silver. If I follow the Youshen team to perform in Ye Jing, I will have to pay more Reward me with ten taels of silver.”
She walked up to Shang Bingjiu lightly, her feather dress fluffy and flamboyant: "Next year will be the Spring Festival Examination, and we will live in Ye Jing for a long time. People say that Ye Jing is expensive, and I don't know if your little money will be enough. It’s always good for me to make more money and take it with me.”
The little girl's almond-shaped eyes are round, like a clear pool, and you can count the few gravels in it.
Shang Bingjiu narrowed his fox eyes: "The little princess is so virtuous. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry the little princess in the future."
Xiao Baojing was seriously calculating money with him, but unexpectedly he praised her.
She was startled, and her cheeks quickly turned red.
She turned her back and turned the umbrella handle silently.
My heart is in turmoil.
Did the salesman sincerely praise her, or did he hope that she would get married soon? In his eyes, is she a burden?
The white paper umbrella with a peach blossom painted on it was spinning in circles in the ruined temple, unable to stop like a spinning top, like a girl's chaotic and unspeakable complex thoughts.
She suddenly turned sideways and looked back, and said angrily: "Of course I am good, I don't need your praise!"
"Why are you angry?"
"I'm not angry!"
"But your mouth is so pouted that it could hang a grease can."
"You——"
Xiao Baojing closed the paper umbrella and raised it to beat him.
Shang Bingjiu hid behind Emperor Wumian, but Xiao Baojing was caught off guard, and the paper umbrella he raised had already hit Emperor Wumian.
The figure of Emperor Wu Mian disappeared on the spot and gathered next to her. Her already cold face became even colder.
Xiao Baojing: It’s time to take it off!
As Emperor Wumian fluttered her sleeves angrily, biting wind and snow began to blow throughout the ruined temple!
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Shang Bingjiu picked up the coffin board and planned to put it over his head to protect himself from the wind and snow: "I'll lend it to your godmother."
Xiao Baojing grabbed the coffin board and held it in his arms: "Don't touch my godmother!"
Ever since she became the godmother of Coffin Board, she has never gotten sick again even though Emperor Wu Mian often attracts wind and snow.
So she still admires this godmother very much.
Seeing the wind and snow getting stronger, she was so fascinated that she couldn't keep her eyes open. Shang Bingjiu simply grabbed the back of her neck and took her to hide in the cage.
The cage was dark and small, barely able to accommodate two people.
Xiao Baojing hugged the coffin board tightly and lowered her voice: "By the way, I saw her portrait in the Xiangfu Temple today! Who do you think she is?"
Without waiting for Shang Bingjiu to answer, Xiao Baojing asked and answered himself mysteriously: "She is the eldest princess Wumian, the late emperor's biological sister and the wife of Prime Minister Ji."
The two are very close.
So close that Shang Bingjiu could smell the fragrance of orange flowers on the girl.
She smells so good.
He is hungry.
I really want to eat her.
He moved closer to her and said "Yeah" warmly.
"I heard that she died of illness not long after she gave birth to Ji Huaisheng for Prime Minister Ji. I don't know why she appeared in the wilderness... Speaking of which, aren't she and Ji Huaisheng mother and son? Why did she hear Sun Aniang mention that something happened to Ji Huaisheng? There was no reaction at all?" Xiao Baojing couldn't help but move, "It's so crowded!"
Her whole body clung to the corner of the cage.
Across the coffin board, Shang Bingjiu occupies almost half of the box.
In the darkness, the young man's strong aura tightly wrapped around her.
Xiao Baojing instinctively felt his hot and dangerous gaze.
She blushed: "You...you squeezed me! Back over there!"
Shang Bingjiu licked his thin lips, suppressing the hunger in his belly, and stared at her with burning eyes: "My legs are long and I can't retreat."
(End of chapter)