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

Chapter 124 She is a demon

Due north of the academy, dark clouds covered the sky, and a line of lead-gray clouds was very low, slowly advancing towards Yejing.

It was like a million-strong army approaching.

However, because the Southern Tang Dynasty was divided into two dynasties, people's livelihood was impoverished and the army was disorganized, so it was simply unable to stop it.

When various countries are at war, other countries are unwilling to help and may even be happy to see it happen.

The newly enthroned king was surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Xiao Qian and Lu Xueying held hands.

The young man's jade hairpin gave off a green and warm color in the gray and severe early winter. His profile was firm and calm: "If it were a peaceful and prosperous era, I would be more suitable to be the king than Nan Jia. However, in a chaotic era, perhaps she is the most suitable king for Southern Tang."

"Husband... do you want to vote?"

Lu Xueying knew Xiao Qian too well.

He doesn't care about the throne at all.

If he could preserve the army and people of Yejing, he would offer that position to Xiao Nanjia.

But for the ghosts and monsters in Southern Tang, this may not be a good thing.

Xiao Qian turned around and stared into Lu Xueying's worried almond eyes.

After a long while, he smoothed her hair that was messed up by the cold wind, lowered his head to look at her fair and slender hands, and promised solemnly: "I will fight for you and Xiao Ping'an until the last moment."

Dusk.

A sumptuous banquet was held in the academy.

Xiao Qian personally invited the guests to the banquet and generously allowed them to get drunk and sing tonight.

In the bedroom, the curtains were hung low, with only a large red lantern hanging from the beam.

The young man in Taoist robes sat cross-legged at the head of the bed with his hands in his pockets, looking down at Xiao Baojing who was still sleeping soundly.

His long hair hung down on the white satin quilt, like countless intricately drawn ink lines.

Upon learning that Xiao Qian was hosting a banquet, Shang Bingjiu raised his eyelids and said, "I will go."

Xiao Qian nodded and glanced at Xiao Baojing. Just as he was about to leave, Shang Bingjiu curved his red lips and smiled sinisterly: "The evil god is willing to listen to your voice."

Evil God...

Xiao Qian had his back to him, his broad and tall figure casting a shadow on the bed. His gentle and kind face, like that of an elder brother, was hidden in the gloom, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Shang Bingjiu suddenly stretched out a hand from his wide sleeves.

The wide dark blue sleeves hung down, revealing the boy's arms were thin, strong, pale and sickly, and the shadows of his nails cast on the curtain were extremely long and sharp.

He raised his chin, tilted his head slightly, and slowly licked his fingers with the tip of his scarlet tongue.

"The evil god is willing to listen to your voice."

"As long as you ask."

Xiao Qian laughed helplessly: "You took away Gu Song's dragon vein, and now you want Nan Tang's dragon vein?"

Shang Bingjiu did not comment.

Xiao Qian left without even thinking about it and without looking back.

The bedroom was silent.

Xiao Baojing woke up and sat up from the bed holding a puppet in his arms. "What time is it?"

"It's just past 3 p.m." Shang Bingjiu looked at her tenderly, his fox eyes full of affection and smile, "Xiao Qian has prepared a sumptuous banquet, and invites us to have a drink."

Hearing that there was something delicious to eat, Xiao Baojing suddenly lost all sleepiness. He happily got out of bed and searched his bag for beautiful clothes.

The persimmon string shoulder bag is so small, but it can hold a lot of ruqun.

Xiao Baojing flipped through them one by one, but couldn't find anything satisfactory.

"Wear this one."

Shang Bingjiu handed her a brand new pear blossom white open-collar skirt.

Xiao Baojing took it suspiciously, a little dissatisfied: "I have been wearing plain clothes these past two days...but you know I like bright colors, red, green, yellow, blue, colorful ones look good!"

"You should wear white today." Shang Bingjiu's fox eyes curved, and a peach wood comb appeared in his hand. "I'll comb the little princess' hair."

The Wendao Palace was brightly lit tonight. The masters and scholars brought their favorite students to the banquet in their best attire.

The young men and women who were good at music served as temporary musicians. The sound of stringed instruments and bamboo instruments was clear and melodious, and the shadows of bamboos outside the shell windows made the party even more joyful and lively.

The goblins from the academy also participated in the night banquet.

Beautiful ladies walked out of the paintings in the palace, with their hair hanging in the wind, their clothes fragrant and their smiles sweet.

Seven young white pigeons flew over the palace beams and landed on the edge of the golden cup. The golden cup gradually turned into a big-bellied man in gold clothes. He held hands with a strong man transformed from a cowhide drum and danced the Hu dance enthusiastically.

Little Ping'an, led by Yaoyao, ran lively through the hall, knocking over several palace maids carrying fine wine, and tried to catch a little gold ingot that had just cultivated spiritual awareness and was running around everywhere.

“It’s so lively!”

Xiao Baojing was drunk and her face, which was lightly made up, was covered with a layer of rouge.

She held her hot face and turned to Xiao Qian with a smile: "Brother Xiao, you suddenly held a banquet tonight, what's the good news?"

Xiao Qian smiled gently: "I just want to have fun with everyone."

He stood up and walked towards a large drum in the center of the hall.

He picked up two drumsticks, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the powerful drum beats penetrated the sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras.

Xiao Baojing's dark pupils dilated slightly.

It was the "Song of Rebirth" that Chao Yuan played.

With only a slight change to the song, the melody becomes more powerful and domineering. It does not sound like mourning the dead, but rather like dying bravely.

The bright red skirt fluttered.

Xiao Baojing came to his senses and saw a dancer coming in from the side.

The woman had her hair tied in a high bun and was dancing to the beat of Xiao Qian's drum. Her sonorous and graceful dancing forced everyone around her to retreat to the edge of the hall, as if this palace had become her home.

It’s Lu Xueying.

Xiao Baojing was amazed and couldn't help but exclaim.

Lu Xueying has always been gentle and lovely, but I didn't expect that she also has such a sharp side.

"Are you surprised?" Xiao Yulou asked.

Xiao Baojing nodded: "It's a surprise."

Xiao Yulou whispered: "She is a demon."

Xiao Baojing probed: "Is it... a demon transformed from a firefly?"

"Not entirely." Xiao Yulou looked at the young couple in the hall, with pity and pity in his eyes, "It's not easy for her and Qian'er to get to where they are today."

The young man in the jade hairpin and red robe closed his eyes and beat the drum passionately.

full of pathos.

Back then, Xiao Qian was still a young prince.

Although he was the crown prince, he was not naturally intelligent and always had to work harder than others to get a good ranking in the Imperial College.

Whenever the Imperial College was on holiday, he would not bother to play and have fun with his peers, and would always ride his horse to the outskirts of the city alone.

At that time, the Wendao Academy was still abandoned.

In the shabby room with withered grass and dead willows, he sat alone by the stream, reciting the Four Books and Five Classics.

No one would disturb him here.

About a year later, a pretty little girl poked her head out from the reeds and asked cautiously, "Brother, you are really good at reading. You can recognize so many words! Can you teach me how to read?"

In the wilderness, Xiao Qian was startled by a little girl who suddenly appeared.

He clutched the book nervously: "You are..."

"Brother, my name is Lu Xueying, I want to learn to read..." The little girl repeated timidly, "I won't keep you up for a long time, I'll be satisfied if I just learn one word a day... I... I will repay you, I will help you catch fish and dig sweet potatoes for you..."

There are no houses nearby.

Xiao Qian knew very well that this pretty and clean little girl was a demon.

He asked, "Why do you want to learn to read?"

(End of this chapter)