Chapter 49 He asked Xiao Baojing to look at his legs
Xiao Baojing was angry: "Is it amazing to have long legs?!"
"It's amazing." Shang Bingjiu lifted up half of his Taoist robe, "Well, my legs are so long."
He reached out and put the coffin board aside, letting Xiao Baojing look at his legs.
The boy was wearing tooth-white trousers, his leg muscles were tight, and he looked very aggrieved in this small cage.
The two of them sat across from each other in the cage, and he was so close, as if Xiao Baojing was tightly wrapped in his arms with his long legs.
In the small and airtight space, Xiao Baojing seemed to hear his heart beating wildly.
She blushed and didn't dare to look further: "Okay, I know your legs are very long, right?"
I don’t know if Emperor Wumian is still angry.
She thought, quietly lifting a gap.
He was caught off guard and met Wu Mian Emperor Ji's cold eyes.
Xiao Baojing was dumbfounded for a moment, then opened the box and apologized honestly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you just now..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but sneeze.
Looking around, I saw a thick layer of snow covering the ruined temple, and even the collapsed statue had solidified into ice!
Wu Mian Diji ignored her apology, only raised her wide sleeves with red eyes, and slowly pointed in one direction with the cuffs.
Xiao Baojing: What do you mean?
She looked at Shang Bingjiu for help. The young man put his hands in his hands and smiled warmly, making it clear that he had no intention of getting involved.
"Well..." Xiao Baojing scratched his head, remembering Wu Mian Emperor's black tongueless mouth, and simply dug out the box and found pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the basket, "If you can't speak, then write what you want to say. Come down?”
She diligently laid out the paper, polished the ink, and respectfully handed a wolf-brush pen to Emperor Wu Mian.
Wu Mian Di Ji did not reach out to pick it up.
Xiao Baojing looked at her eagerly: "Sister Di Ji?"
Wu Mian Emperor Ji silently raised her wide sleeves.
She has no hands.
In just a moment, the long sleeves fell down again, covering the ugly wounds.
Emperor Wu Mian turned her back, held up the bronze Pisces mirror with her sleeves, and dressed up quietly.
The silhouette of Emperor Ji is elegant and noble, like an unfolded painting of a beautiful lady.
Fine snow is still falling in the ruined temple.
Xiao Baojing stared at her back blankly.
She couldn't speak.
Her hands cannot write.
But she is clearly a noble imperial concubine, the wife of Prime Minister Ji, and the messenger who prays for good weather for Xiangshui County.
Why did she become like this?
As if aware of Xiao Baojing's astonished gaze, Emperor Wumian looked back sideways, raised her wide sleeves towards her, and pointed in one direction with the cuffs.
Xiao Baojing: She doesn’t understand!
She really can’t understand it!
Shang Bingjiu was held in his hands with a bright smile: "This is the direction of the Ji family's ancestral home."
"How do you know?"
"Xiangshui City is built on the water. The ancestral home of the Ji family is at the center of the intersection of all water systems, occupying the highest terrain. I discovered it when I first entered the city."
"Then..." Xiao Baojing looked at Emperor Wumian suspiciously, "Then she wants us to send her home?"
When she heard the word "go home", Wu Mian Di Ji trembled all over and her eyes became even redder.
Xiao Baojing probed: "Sister Diji, do you want to go home?"
Emperor Wumian nodded heavily.
Xiao Baojing immediately looked at Shang Bingjiu with bright almond eyes: "Seller, let's go to Ji's Mansion tomorrow? By the way, we don't know the Ji family, and we don't know if they will let us in..."
"Why don't you know me?" Shang Bingjiu smiled half-heartedly, "Don't you know your Mr. Ji?"
Xiao Baojing stared at him.
This guy's tone is weird.
She said crisply: "What do you mean by 'my Mr. Ji'? I'm not familiar with him."
"You are praising someone for being awesome when you are not familiar with them." "He wins a duck every Dragon Boat Festival, so why isn't he awesome?"
"Oh, is winning a duck considered awesome?"
"Why is it not awesome to win a duck? Sister Diji, let me judge. Do you think Ji Shanchuan can win the dragon boat race every year and carry a big fat duck home? Is it considered awesome?"
Emperor Wu Mian looked at Xiao Baojing in embarrassment and then at Shang Bingjiu.
After a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had a good idea.
She gracefully raised her sleeves and folded their hands together.
Even the snowflakes falling around turned into the shape of hearts.
Xiao Baojing: "..."
It was cold in the ruined temple, but the young man's palms seemed particularly warm.
She only coveted the warmth for two seconds before her cheeks turned red. She quickly withdrew her hand and said, "This man is so annoying. I don't want to shake hands with him and make peace."
It snowed all night in the ruined temple.
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Xiao Baojing hugged the coffin board and slept in the cage with a thick quilt. She didn't get up sleepily until three o'clock in the morning.
Shang Bingjiu has already packed up the basket.
Xiao Baojing tied up the buckle and belt, making sure that the red silk thread sewn on her body was not exposed, and then put the coffin board into the cage.
Shang Bingjiu smiled half-heartedly: "Why should I hold the little princess's things?"
"You——"
Xiao Baojing choked.
She knew that the salesman was still angry about what happened last night, but what he said was reasonable. Why should he let him take her things?
"The little princess just needs to admit that Ji Shanchuan is not powerful, and I will get it for you."
Xiao Baojing gritted his teeth.
This person's mind is simply smaller than the tip of a needle!
She simply picked up the coffin board by herself: "I am my own godmother, I can hold it by myself, and you don't need to worry about it!"
She said it very gracefully.
However, after walking out of the ruined temple, I gradually started to regret it.
Emperor Wumian disappeared and sat lightly on the coffin board.
She has no weight and has never added any burden to Xiao Baojing. It's just that it keeps snowing wherever she is. As a result, when Xiao Baojing is walking on the street, surrounded by the sunny weather at the turn of spring and summer, she is the only one with snow falling on her head!
The people passing by could not help but look back at this spectacle.
“It’s snowing in May, so rare!”
"The little girl must have suffered a great injustice!"
Xiao Baojing: "..."
Xiao Baojing discussed in a low voice: "Well, Sister Di Ji, can you go sit on the salesman's head?"
Emperor Wu Mian listened but ignored.
She was still sitting on the coffin board, holding up the Pisces bronze mirror, rolling up the snails with her sleeves, and tracing her eyebrows elegantly.
Xiao Baojing could almost imagine her mental activities.
She was the late emperor's most beloved sister, and as the emperor's concubine, she had always ordered others, how could others order her?
Tell her to move?
That is the following unruly behavior!
Diaomin Xiao Baojing wanted to cry but had no tears.
Finally, we arrived at the back door of Ji Mansion. Because Prime Minister Ji resigned and returned home, the Ji family's ancestral home was bustling with activity.
Xiao Baojing asked someone to inform Ji Shanchuan of her name. The servants in the mansion were quite kind and quickly led her in.
When the two stepped into the inner house, they saw Ji Shanchuan and Ling Hong standing in a stalemate in the yard.
Ling Hong turned her face away: "From now on, you will be your Ji family's son, and I will support my boat. Don't look for me anymore!"
Sun Aniang stood nearby and persuaded: "Didn't Prime Minister Ji agree to Shanchuan and let us live with him in Ji's Mansion? Linghong, our family is fine, why should we separate?"
"Aniang!" Ling Hong grabbed her hand and tried to pull her away, "His surname is Ji and your surname is Sun. How can we be a family? He and the black-faced prime minister surnamed Ji are a family! Let’s go back to Wutong Bridge. How can ordinary people like us deserve to live in such a nice big house?”
Ji Shanchuan quickly stepped forward to stop her, the sadness in his eyes almost overflowing: "Ling Hong, we grew up together, are you saying this to make me sad?!"
Shang Bingjiu put his hands in his hands and leaned towards Xiao Baojing's ear: "Your Mr. Ji is quarreling with his little green plum!"
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