Chapter 89 The little princess and the handkerchief both smell good
The fox mask on Chaoyuan's face became more and more colorful, and the pastel blue tears almost seemed to have substance.
Xiao Baojing even felt for a time that this man seemed to be crying again!
"That's enough!" Xiao Qian interrupted the solemn atmosphere, "That's it for today! Nanjia, come out with me."
Xiao Nanjia glanced deeply at Xiao Baojing before turning around and following Xiao Qian.
The officials also left.
Xiao Baojing looked at Shang Bingjiu and Chaoyuan, coughed lightly: "That——"
Before he could say a word, the young man in Taoist robes and hairpin beside him suddenly flicked his wide sleeves and struck Chaoyuan with a palm!
In an instant, the entire ground was filled with sand and rocks, and the huge fireball hanging in the air burned even more intensely!
The mechanical gears rotated rapidly, and the little officials with whips couldn't dodge. They screamed and were crushed into pulp, and the miserable corpses fell into the furnace one after another!
Xiao Baojing raised his head and could only see the afterimage of the two people fighting on the dome!
The red-hot cinders on the big fireball fluttered down, like falling meteors all over the sky.
Xiao Baojing covered his head.
What should she do now?
Recalling the fight between the male protagonist and the second male lead in the movie and TV series for the heroine, Xiao Baojing quickly jumped up and shouted: "Stop fighting! Don't fight anymore! Stop it, stop it quickly!"
However, no one paid any attention to her.
The two men were fighting fiercely, and it was unclear who had the upper hand. The whole fireball exploded and turned into countless red-hot cinders falling down, scarlet and hot like the end of the world!
Xiao Baojing quickly covered her head and ran out: "I don't care about you!"
She ran outside and waited nervously, a thin layer of sweat quietly forming on her palms.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a figure walked out slowly.
"Salesman?" Xiao Baojing's eyes lit up when he saw the person coming clearly, "Did you win?"
“他逃走了。”商病酒舔了舔唇角的血，“我把他揍了一顿，小公主可以解气了。”
His forehead was injured, blood was rolling down, and his left eye was soaked with blood foam, which looked quite hideous and terrifying.
"You're injured..." Xiao Baojing took out a small handkerchief from the Persimmon String satchel, "I'll wipe it for you."
Shang Bingjiu put his hands in his hands, leaned towards her, and put his face in front of her: "Okay."
The handkerchief wiped away the blood stains on the young man's face bit by bit, revealing the charming face with red lips and white teeth.
In the orange-yellow-green season, the autumn sunshine penetrated the red maple leaves. Xiao Baojing saw his fangs pressing against his thin lips, smiling bloody and wanton, and his amber eyes were extremely bright, clearly reflecting her face.
There was undisguised concern and caution on her face, almost telling him openly that she liked him.
The autumn sun is warm.
Another thin layer of sweat broke out on Xiao Baojing's back.
She suddenly put her handkerchief into Shang Bingjiu's arms, turned her face away from his sight: "Wipe it yourself!"
Shang Bingjiu held the small pink handkerchief.
The hibiscus on the boy's temples was lost in the fight. The cinnabar red Taoist robe with green edges is a very contradictory color. It is solemn and bright, making him wild and proud. He is holding a small pink handkerchief on his fingertips, so soft. The color does not belong to him, but he holds it firmly in his hands.
He put the handkerchief under his nose and sniffed.
Xiao Baojing saw his little movement from the corner of his eye, and his cheeks suddenly turned red: "You - what are you smelling! Give it back to me!"
Shang Bingjiu raised his hands high.
He was so tall that Xiao Baojing couldn't reach her handkerchief even if she jumped.
Shang Bingjiu curled his fox eyes: "The little princess smells so good, and the handkerchief also smells good."
It was a tone of serious praise, without any hint of profanity or frivolity.
Xiao Baojing was furious: "Abnormal!"
She turned and left.
Shang Bingjiu followed up: "Where are you going?"
"You care about me?"
"Can't you control it?"
"You hate it!"
"You hate it!"
"..."
The two disappeared into the crowd of people on the street. In the high corner of Wanshou Tower, Chao Yuan hid in the dark, watching them go away.
He was injured, and his entire arm was bitten and bloody.
He slowly took off the painted fox face mask. The face behind the mask that looked like Shang Bingjiu was crying sadly, with clear tears dripping down his pointed chin, like an abandoned puppy.
"Obviously everyone is the same..."
"Why do you only like him and not me?"
"No one likes me."
"No one likes me in this world."
His voice was hoarse, and his fox eyes were full of sorrow.
Just as he was immersed in pain, the tearful face gradually changed.
He put his hand to his forehead, his suddenly opened eyebrows were ferocious and sharp, and his thin lips muttered something like a murmur: "Among us, he and Greed Chu are the strongest, we should unite to devour him!"
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"What a great idea. If we share his food, we can all become stronger!"
"I'm so hungry. Eat him and you'll have a full meal immediately! Eat him! Eat him! Eat him!"
Chaoyuan's tone became more and more urgent and arrogant.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" He suddenly fell back and laughed maniacally, "Eat me? You deserve it?!"
Other sounds in the body invariably stopped for a moment.
"Get out! Get out of my body!" Chaoyuan suddenly waved his wide sleeves like a maniac, as if he was half-crying and half-laughing to drive away the plague, "Get out!"
"Hahahaha! No one likes you, you are so pathetic!"
Chao Yuan suddenly fell to his knees.
I don't know how long it took before I finally got rid of the unnecessary consciousness in my mind.
He hugged his head helplessly, tears falling to the ground one by one.
He opened his mouth, as if countless people were speaking at the same time: "He is getting stronger... He must be swallowed up as soon as possible."
…
Xiao Baojing and Shang Bingjiu were eating wontons at a street stall.
Xiao Baojing blew the hot wontons in the bowl and said seriously: "The team of wandering gods from Xiangshui County has entered Beijing. I promised them to meet in Yejing and enter Wanshou Terrace with them on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. God prays for blessings and celebrates the festival. After finishing the wontons, I will go to them. Seller, can you wait for me nearby? I think it’s better to live in a ruined temple.”
It's better than doing hard labor.
Shang Bingjiu put one hand on his forehead and stirred the wontons in the bowl with chopsticks in the other.
Seeing that he was silent, Xiao Baojing couldn't help but get closer: "Salesman, why are you in such a daze?"
The young man raised his face with a smile but not a smile: "Little princess, just do what you want to do."
"Ten taels of silver." Xiao Baojing was thinking about her reward, "It's enough to cover our expenses for many days!"
At dusk, there are thousands of lanterns in Yejing City, and the Wanshou Terrace lanterns are like daylight.
The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus and moon cakes permeates the streets. People reunite with their families, or take their families to the streets to watch the lanterns. The most eye-catching thing is the towering pavilion rising from the ground. Tonight, the emperor will come to Mansudae to enjoy it with the people. To worship the gods and pray for blessings, all the people can catch a glimpse of his elegance as long as they raise their heads.
Xiao Baojing dressed up as Mrs. Xiang and mingled with the wandering gods.
She entered the brightly lit golden palace together with the other gods and lined up on both sides. Not long after, she saw the emperor leading the civil and military officials into the palace.
They solemnly worshiped at the shrine.
Xiao Baojing stood on tiptoes curiously and watched secretly.
It seems that she has been to this golden palace before.
Yes, she and Yaoyao cleaned this golden palace a few days ago.
She remembered that in the shrine where the emperor and his ministers worshiped, an ugly and short man was enshrined.
Yaoyao also took out a thin and dry finger from inside.
Xiao Baojing couldn't help but ask the young lady next to her dressed as a mountain ghost: "Do you know who they are worshiping?"
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