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

Chapter 171 You are my beloved concubine, the queen of the demon clan

Xiao Baojing was alert: "Who are you? What are you doing in my dream?!"

The man didn't answer her, but just laughed softly.

Xiao Baojing gritted his teeth secretly, subconsciously protected his chest, and quietly moved to the corner.

It was too dark in the box.

She couldn't see anything.

After catching the sudden surge of air in front of her, she suddenly raised her hand.

The delicate and clean little hands turned into flexible and sharp orange branches, tightly binding a hand that stretched out from the darkness!

There was a crisp "click" sound.

The man's already rotten and fragile hand bones were twisted into a knot by Xiao Baojing!

The man probably didn't expect that the soft and gentle girl in front of him was a monster, and he let out a sharp wail of pain!
Xiao Baojing woke up from his sleep.

She sat up, her violent heartbeat still not slowing down, and her forehead was already covered with sweat.

She raised her sleeve to wipe away the cold sweat.

The tent was filled with the sweet and sour scent of orange blossoms.

But the stench of decay from the box still seemed to linger in her nostrils, making her feel nauseous and reminding her that what she had just experienced was not just a dream.

She looked down at her hands, and the disgusting feeling of touching the man in her dream came back to her mind. She quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the washstand to wash her hands vigorously.

While washing, she suddenly froze.

Some conversations flashed through my mind:
——They called the child I was carrying 'Son of God'... But the scene in my dream had nothing to do with the dragon entering my arms. I dreamed that I was in a narrow and dark box, and the pungent smell of rotten meat made me want to vomit.

——There was a man lying on top of me, but the light in the dream was dim and I couldn't see his face clearly. His hands slowly moved over my body, and I could feel his soft skin, which was like...

——Like a rotten and moldy orange!

Xiao Baojing stood there in a daze.

In other words, the man she dreamed of tonight was the same person who caused Xiao Yulou to have a child in her dream? !
Thinking of the man who could appear in the woman's dreams every night until she became pregnant, cold sweat immediately soaked Xiao Baojing's clothes.

It's not that I'm afraid.

But disgust.

What kind of beautiful and young girl in her prime likes to dream about this rotten old man every night!

Xiao Baojing was so angry that he lost all his sleepiness. He simply sat down at the desk, spread out paper and ground ink, intending to write a letter to Xiao Yulou, telling her that he was experiencing what she had experienced.

After finishing the letter, the green candle in the bedroom burned out quietly, and a wisp of black smoke came out of the charred wick, disappearing in the silence of the second half of the night.

Xiao Baojing stretched, then fell asleep on the desk.

This time I slept well until dawn, and I didn’t dream about that disgusting old man again.

Early in the morning, Shang Bingjiu came back from outside the palace carrying a few bags of roasted chicken.

He broke into Chuxiu Palace, only to see Xiao Baojing sitting listlessly beside the food table, with the various breakfast dishes on the table barely touched.

The little girl didn't seem to notice that he had returned. She just held her face and stared out the window, not knowing what she was thinking. The spring breeze blew in through the window, and the emerald green ribbons on her bun brushed lightly across her delicate and fair face, making her dark circles appear even more distinct and pitiful.

Shang Bingjiu handed the roast chicken to the palace maid, supported the food table with one hand, and leaned over to pinch Xiao Baojing's face: "Didn't you sleep well?"

Xiao Baojing pouted and brushed his hand away. With a lot of anger in his heart, he cursed: "Why don't you just die outside? Why did you come back?!"

"It turns out that the little princess missed me so much that she didn't sleep well." Shang Bingjiu sat down with his hands in his pockets. He watched the palace maid put the roast chicken on the plate with a smile. He couldn't help licking his thin lips, and his charming and beautiful fox face was full of greed.

Xiao Baojing got angry when he saw him like this.

She dismissed the maids and shouted, "You didn't even know I was bullied by other men, you just wanted to have fun! And my husband, you didn't protect me at all! I want to divorce you!"

Shang Bingjiu's eyebrows were pointed, and the smile on his face was a little dangerous: "Who bullied you?"

"Last night, I dreamed of an old man who bullied me in my dream!"

Shang Bingjiu did not regard this as the little girl's unreasonable behavior.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You are my beloved concubine, the queen of the demon clan. Who dares to bully you in a dream?! Tell me his name and what he looks like, and I will eat him!"

The young man wore a black robe and a gold hairpin. A three-finger-wide gold-inlaid leather belt outlined his slender figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist. His casually tied ponytail was unbridled, and his bone structure was beautiful and sharp. His unruly and arrogant fox eyes were occupied by a touch of light green figure.

Xiao Baojing was holding a small handkerchief, and her light green skirt embroidered with orange flowers in silver thread fluttered like the spring breeze.

She glanced at Shang Bingjiu proudly, and seeing that he had a good attitude, she told him everything that happened last night.

Finally, she added her own guess: "This stinky old man must be the culprit who caused the eldest princess to get pregnant! I am a monster, and I still have the strength to resist, but if an ordinary woman was dragged into that hellish place by him, I am afraid there would be no room for resistance! I am afraid that in addition to the eldest princess, there are many other girls who have suffered from his murderous hands. Peddler, we should find him and kill him!"

The little girl spoke righteously, her tender white fists clenched tightly, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of hatred for the murderer and pity for the innocent woman.

Unfortunately, the scene in the dream was dark. Xiao Baojing couldn't see clearly what the old man looked like, let alone his name and hometown. Trying to catch him was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, Shang Bingjiu smiled, as if he already knew who the other person was.

With his sharp teeth pressed against his thin lips, he said slowly: "Since he appeared in my dream, I will catch him in my dream."

That night.

He stepped to the bedside and pulled up the bed curtains on both sides with golden hooks.

Xiao Baojing lay on the couch and couldn't help but open his eyes and look at Shang Bingjiu who was kneeling beside the low table.

He said he would stay with her tonight.

But when the palace maid brought the candlestick, he got off the bed and went to guard the candlestick.

Xiao Baojing rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked sleepily, "Why are you staring at the candle?"

Shang Bingjiu propped up his face and said, "Don't you think this candle is weird?"

Green candle.

Xiao Baojing had seen white and red ones, but had never seen green ones.

Her pupils moved slightly, and she ran to his side wearing a quilt, staring at the candle with him: "Are you saying that this candle is related to the man in the dream?"

The bedroom is quiet.

Flowers are dancing outside the window.

Shang Bingjiu looked at the girl.

She was wearing a ivory-white middle-length gown and hiding in a brocade quilt with a peony pattern. Her thick, fluffy lacquered hair fell like flowing clouds on the floor tiles inlaid with gold lotus flowers, making her small face, as white and clean as a palm, look even more striking.

She blinked her long, fine eyelashes and looked at him curiously: "Look at the candle, why are you looking at me?"

Shang Bingjiu suddenly pulled the quilt over and hid inside with her.

He clung to her and said lazily, "Because the little princess is pretty."