The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 115 We Haven’t Been Married Yet

In order to thank Shang Bingjiu, Xiao Yulou prepared a sumptuous dinner in the academy.

Yaoyao was also treated to a meal at the table. A large bowl of braised pork was placed in front of the little girl. She was eating happily with her mouth full of oil.

Xiao Baojing picked up a chicken leg for Shang Bingjiu.

Chao Yuan loves to eat chicken legs.

Since they are the same person, the peddler should also like to eat it.

No wonder he refused to eat the candy she brought him from Yangcheng and insisted on eating chicken.

Shang Bingjiu put his hands in his pockets and praised: "Little princess, you picked up a chicken leg for me to eat. You are so kind to me."

"It's enough for you to know that I'm good to you..." Xiao Baojing muttered, "You can't enjoy your good life, but you have to go and devour the sun. Isn't a chicken leg tastier than the sun?"

Shang Bingjiu swallowed the chicken leg and said seriously: "Chicken legs are not enough to fill you up."

Xiao Baojing stared at his throat hesitantly, then looked at his stomach, wondering how he could swallow such a big chicken leg.

"Touch it." Shang Bingjiu held her hand cooperatively, pressed it against his neck, and asked, "Do you want me to take off your clothes so that the little princess can take a closer look at her belly?"

"Bah!" Xiao Baojing pulled his hand back abruptly, "Shameless!"

The boy's Adam's apple was slightly protruding, and it felt hot to the touch, and the feeling of it sliding in his palm was wonderful.

Her cheeks turned slightly red, and she put her little hands into her sleeves, rubbing her palms uncomfortably.

The banquet was noisy, so no one noticed their little actions.

Xiao Yulou, who was sitting in the upper seat, spoke at the right time: "If it weren't for the rescue of Master Shang and Miss Xiao, I would still be suffering. I offer a toast to Master Shang and Miss Xiao, and wish you a happy and loving life together!"

"No, no, no!" Xiao Baojing blushed and waved his hands. "He and I...he and I are not in that kind of relationship! We haven't even gotten married yet!"

Lu Xueying asked with concern, "So you two are an engaged couple? When is the wedding date?"

"No..." Xiao Baojing's tongue was struggling, and he secretly glanced at Shang Bingjiu before he said vaguely, "We are not an engaged couple, we are not in that kind of relationship! We...we are just...friends..."

Her voice trailed off.

Xiao Yulou seemed to be thinking about something, then clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I know how to repay you two!"

She ordered, "Go and ask my nephews to come over."

A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Baojing stared in amazement at the handsome young men lined up in the Chuihua Hall.

They said in unison: "Greetings, Imperial Aunt!"

Xiao Yulou smiled at Xiao Baojing and said, "They are all good kids. Since Miss Xiao's marriage is still unsettled, why not choose one from them? Miss Xiao is smart and cute. I like her very much. It would be great if she could be my niece's wife."

Xiao Baojing was stunned: "Ah?"

She looked at them one by one, and saw that they were all princes and nobles, all dressed in fine clothes and with elegant looks. There was absolutely no one who was just filling in the numbers.

The eldest princess is really generous in repaying her gratitude!
Shang Bingjiu looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Seeing that she was looking at him seriously, as if she was really going to choose a husband from these people, the young man put his fangs against his thin lips and smiled: "The little princess is so lucky..."

"By the way," Xiao Yulou clapped her hands, and another palace maid entered with scrolls in her hands. "These portraits are of noble ladies from Yejing that I like. Can you take a look, Master Shang? Is there anyone you like? If there is anyone you like, I will personally go and act as a matchmaker for you."

Xiao Baojing looked over quickly.

The portraits show all kinds of beauties, all of them are charming and delicate.

She couldn't help but hold the handkerchief tightly, and didn't even notice that it was wrinkled.

Shang Bingjiu smiled and said, "They all look good."

Xiao Baojing gritted his teeth and held the handkerchief even tighter!

The maid brought over several jugs of fruit wine. "It's delicious!" Yaoyao exclaimed, and poured a full bowl for Xiao Baojing, "Your Highness, try it, this fruit wine is delicious!"

Fruit wine tastes sour and sweet, just like fruit juice.

Xiao Baojing was still upset about Shang Bingjiu looking at the portrait of the beautiful woman, and drank a few more glasses in anger.

When the fruit wine went into her stomach, she didn't feel any reaction at first. She just thought that the wine was low in alcohol, so she drank two more bowls. But after a while, the alcohol started to take over her head. She held her red face in her hands, and even the banquet in front of her had a double image.

"Sister Xiao is drunk!" Lu Xueying was worried, "I'll help you back to your room first."

To return to the wing rooms from the Chuihua Hall, one needs to pass through several corridors and screen walls.

The night in early winter was chilly, and the big red lanterns hanging on the eaves and corridors added some hazy warmth to the cold night.

Lu Xueying supported Xiao Baojing and couldn't help laughing: "Sister Xiao looks thin, but I didn't expect her to be quite heavy..."

The main reason was that Xiao Baojing was drunk and not very well behaved. He was staggering and his steps were unsteady, so she had to use a lot of strength to keep him steady.

Xiao Baojing put his arm around Lu Xueying's thin shoulders: "I——"

As soon as she said a word, she fell to the side, and even rolled into the threshold of the door with Lu Xueying.

This is a palace covered with murals, but because of the division of the dynasty, the other half of the palace disappeared, so it is still being restored and painters have been invited to repaint and color it.

Several oil lamps were lit in the hall, and seven young men in white were busy painting.

Suddenly startled by Xiao Baojing, they frowned and put down their brushes, saying disdainfully: "We brothers never allow others to disturb us when we are painting. The Crown Princess knows this, so why are you disturbing us tonight?"

Lu Xueying apologized repeatedly and was about to take Xiao Baojing away, but she didn't know that the girl had already walked into the hall drunk.

She looked up at the colorful caisson and murals, and suddenly took out an ancient book from her bag: "'There is a Holy Painting Hall in Yunhua Temple, which is called the Seven Holy Paintings in Chang'an... Seven people each brought paintings and were about to enter the hall... When the door was opened, seven pigeons flew into the sky. The paintings in the hall are like four corners..."

She laughed twice, turned to the seven young men in white, and said crisply, "I know, you are pigeon spirits!"

The young men in white looked unhappy and said, "How rude!"

Lu Xueying held Xiao Baojing and whispered, "Sister Xiao, please don't be rude! Although they are monsters, they worshipped the painting saint in the academy as their teacher in the previous dynasty, and their painting skills are amazing. They have been living in seclusion in Jiuzhou for these years because they heard that your husband wanted to reopen the Wendao Academy and hoped that the painting saint's skills could be passed down among the human race again, so they kindly came to help."

Xiao Baojing was still drunk and didn't understand anything he heard.

She pointed at a broken wall and murmured, "It's pitch black..."

The wall was broken because of the Pangu Banner and has not been completely repaired, revealing traces of burning inside.

She rubbed her face, remembering what the peddler once said: There was a fire in the Wendao Academy in the previous dynasty. These charred walls must be the remains of those days.

Xiao Baojing rubbed his eyes again.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt as if I was in a magnificent palace.

There is a colorful mural on one wall of the temple, in which people, ghosts, gods and Buddhas come alive, their clothes fluttering in the wind, and the bright and bold colors are breathtaking.

Xiao Baojing saw an old man with a white beard holding a brush, coloring the Bodhisattva's robe.

Suddenly, a sharp shout came from outside the hall: "Painting Saint, please accept me as your apprentice. I am willing to do anything! I can endure any hardship!"

But the old man with white beard was immersed in the world of painting and could not hear any sound from outside.

Xiao Baojing walked outside the hall and saw a skinny young man kneeling in the corridor.

Her pupils shrank slightly.

This man's facial features...

He looks like the old man enshrined in the shrine of Manshoudae!

　Thank you GreenRain15 for the reward!!

　　(End of this chapter)