83. Chapter 83 Write it on me


Chapter 83 Write it on me

The mother in Jun Baojie's arms tremblingly pointed to the far corner: "Climb up the ladder and you will find a pavilion. When my husband and I were arrested, we found that the wall behind the pavilion was not too thick. Maybe... Maybe I can blow a hole in it.”

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

A dozen little firecrackers who were lucky enough to survive gathered around her, wiping away tears and holding her hand.

She stroked their little heads and looked at Xiao Baojing with tears in her eyes: "Those petty officials will soon come back with the demon subduing master to suppress us. Since the girl knows the prince, please leave here as soon as possible and redress our grievances to the prince on our behalf. I It doesn't matter if I die, as long as my children are alive..."

"It's better to write a book for all peoples."

A childish voice suddenly came.

Everyone looked around and saw that the person speaking was a child in green clothes less than a foot tall.

Behind him, there were three or four children in yellow clothes.

"You..." Xiao Baojing was surprised, "Are you the calligraphy masters who help Grandma Zhao cut the rice?"

The boy in Tsing Yi nodded politely: "We came to work in Mansudae. Because we can write and do math, we were thrown here to keep accounts. If His Royal Highness is really as good as you say, then I suggest that everyone write the Book of Manmin as a powerful Evidence, expose Mansudae's conspiracy to His Royal Highness, and ask him to formally come forward to let us out and give us certain compensation."

"Yes, write a book for all peoples!"

The other spirits agreed.

"Then write it!" Xiao Baojing clenched his little fist, "With the evidence from Wanmin's Book, His Highness the Crown Prince will definitely believe that what happened to us is true! But, where should we write it?"

The clothes they were wearing had long been stained black and stained by soot, and there was no trace of ink anywhere on them.

There was no paper under the ground, and the account book recording the amount of coal was carried away by the clerk in his arms.

While everyone was pondering, Jun Baojie said: "Write it on me!"

Xiao Baojing: "How should I write it on you?"

Jun Baojie took off the floral skirt her mother-in-law had sewn for her and revealed her true body in front of everyone.

It turns out that she is a big bamboo shoot!

She peeled off the bamboo shoots, and the inside of the bamboo shoots was soft and clean, like rice paper cut from sapphire: "Can I write here?"

Several children nodded.

The spirits lined up in an orderly manner and signed their names on the bamboo shoots.

Many spirits were illiterate, let alone writing. They held the brush and meditated for a moment, and then simply drew their own prototypes on the bamboo shoots.

Xiao Baojing stood aside to watch.

Although they were drawn a little more sloppily, they were still vaguely recognizable.

Thousands of monsters signed for an hour before they finally signed.

Pieces of bamboo shoots are spread out on the ground, densely packed with signatures and patterns.

Xiao Baojing dried the ink stains and suddenly looked behind him as if feeling something: "Jun Baojie?"

All that was left was a floral skirt.

Although stained by soot, it was neatly folded and still bore traces of caressing.

Next to the floral skirt, there is a small bamboo shoot core.

Without the protection of the layers of bamboo shoots, the cores of the bamboo shoots were withered and stiff, and they were already dead.

Xiao Baojing picked up the bamboo shoot core in a daze and carefully placed it in the palm of his hand.

What a small one.

For such a tall girl, it turns out that the body hidden under the bamboo shoots is only this small?

Xiao Baojing's breathing became heavier.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe her tears, wrapped the bamboo shoot core into her floral skirt, and then put it into her sleeve.

The spirits rolled up the bamboo shoot clothes, tied them with hemp ropes, and carefully tied them to Xiao Baojing's back.

In the distance, the mother of the little firecracker held her dead husband in her arms, tied up the braids of her children for the last time, and said her final goodbyes to them.

Tongues of fire ignited her messy braids.

In the firelight, she stared reluctantly at the crying children who were carried aside by other spirits. The next moment, the fire that shot up into the sky completely engulfed her.

With a loud bang, a small hole was blasted out in the corner of the wall!

At the same time, the demon masters shouted from the sky: "Monsters, who allowed you to escape?!"

"Let's go!"

The little calligraphy masters tugged on Xiao Baojing's skirt.

Xiao Baojing didn't dare to delay. He quickly rushed to the corner with his bamboo shoots on his back and climbed up the ladder.

The elderly spirits consciously lined up behind her.

They blocked the steps of the demon subduing master and tried their best to delay her.

Behind him were screams and screams one after another.

Xiao Baojing didn't dare to look back.

She swallowed her tears and pain and crawled out of the small hole on her hands and knees.

The sun outside the cave is dazzling.

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

She awkwardly raised her hands to block the sun's rays.

Squinting, this is the long street of Yejing, with pavilions and pavilions scattered around, vendors gathered, and people bustling. The smell of steamed buns and steamed buns floats in the air. Children walking through the streets are holding sugar-coated haws, and their mothers are following behind. Talk and laugh.

The capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty was prosperous and peaceful.

But separated by a wall, it is a living hell for the spirits.

The fourth princess of the Southern Tang Dynasty did not allow them to share this land with the human race.

Xiao Baojing did not dare to stay, and ran toward the palace while holding back tears.

She didn't know if she could see Xiao Qian.

But Xiao Qian was the only person she could think of who could stand up to Xiao Nanjia.

"Stop!"

The demon subduing masters quickly caught up.

Xiao Baojing was walking through a long alley when she was suddenly grabbed by someone: "Your Highness the Princess!"

Xiao Baojing was surprised: "Yaoyao?!"

"I couldn't find you anywhere in Wanshou Terrace, and I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do. One Mr. Lu told me not to look for you, and even let me out." Yaoyao wiped the soot on Xiao Baojing's face distressedly, "Your Highness, why did you get yourself so dirty?"

"I'm fine!" Xiao Baojing made a quick decision, took off the bundle of bamboo shoots on his back, and neatly tied it on Yaoyao's back, "You go to the Crown Prince now and tell him that the fourth princess introduced all the spirits into the underground of Wanshou Terrace. Intent on draining their value and killing their lives. This bundle of bamboo shoots is the evidence!”

Yaoyao was confused: "What about you?"

"I'm going to lure away those demon subduing masters." Xiao Baojing was about to go out, but looked back and warned, "You also need to tell Xiao Qian that the fourth princess plans to blow up the Wanshou Tower on the Mid-Autumn Festival and kill the emperor and all the civil and military officials in order to plot. He usurped the throne and became emperor! Remember?”

Yaoyao nodded solemnly: "Remember it firmly!"

Xiao Baojing breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out of the alley without looking back.

She was covered in soot and looked dark, so she stood out on the street.

The demon subduing masters caught sight of her and chased after her without stopping: "Stop!"

Xiao Baojing jumped up and down, saw a large and gorgeous sedan parked at the corner of the street, and got in directly.

"Shh!"

Turning to the person in the sedan, she raised her index finger to her lips.

Their eyes met, and they realized that this was an acquaintance of hers.

The young man wearing a mask with a painted face of a crying fox said quietly: "Why did you get yourself so dirty?"

The tone of voice that sounded like a sigh and doting made the hairs on Xiao Baojing's body stand on end.

This man and Xiao Nanjia are in the same group!

She got stuck: "You, you, you -"

Chaoyuan pinched her face, as if looking at a beloved puppet, and said sadly: "You've made it like this, it's hard to wash."

Thank you Jiu Shi for the reward! Thank you fairies for your monthly votes and recommendation votes, hug everyone! !

(End of this chapter)

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