Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Chapter 1 Dig a Pit and Bury Her

"Sister Baozhu, it's raining so hard, if we drag her out, will grandma punish us if she finds out?"

"What are you afraid of? As long as the three of us don't say anything, who will know."

"Besides, this little scourge should have died a long time ago. She killed her own mother, and now she wants to harm us, bah! This wild dog should be dragged and eaten by wild dogs."

"Sister, tell me, how do we deal with this little disaster."

Song Baozhu heard the words, thought for a while and said casually: "Bury it, no one will find it later, even grandma can't punish us."

Then he found a few sticks and started digging holes in the woods.

At this time, there was a faint sound of wheels in the heavy rain, and a carriage was slowly approaching. The servant on the carriage heard the movement and glanced at it, wondering, "How many children are there?"

"Huh?" A cold and dignified voice lifted the curtain and took a look, revealing a cold and youthful face.

Jun Tingsheng looked at the small figures in the pouring rain, frowned and said, "Liang Yi, bring the umbrella."

The rain was so loud that the three digging kids didn't notice anyone approaching.

Until Liang Yi saw the villain lying on the side, he suddenly understood, and shouted angrily in disbelief: "What are you doing?!"

The three children were startled, and the girl in pink fell to the ground in fright.

Trembling, he said, "No... no one was buried..."

"Shut up!" Song Baozhu threw the stick, got up and was about to run, but was quickly stopped by Liang Yi.

Jun Tingsheng's face was cold: "Which family are you, you are so vicious at such a young age?"

Song Baozhu gritted her teeth, straightened her neck, with an attitude of not saying anything.

Jun Tingsheng said coldly, and Baoliang looked coldly at the girl in the pink skirt who fell to the ground: "Say it."

The girl from Fanqun trembled in fright, and said with tears in her eyes: "I, we are from Xuanpinghou Mansion, please don't mess with us, Daddy, Daddy hit you..."

"Idiot." The little boy cursed, grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at Jun Tingsheng and the two, pulled up his younger sister and older sister and ran away.

"Liang Yi, chase after me!"

……

Jun Tingsheng stepped aside and was about to catch up, but when he lowered his head, he met a pair of big dark and clear eyes.

Blinking at himself.

When Song Baoling woke up, every part of her body hurt, especially the back of her head. She looked at the handsome big brother in white in front of her, and hummed aggrievedly: "It hurts..."

The four or five-year-old girl was dirty all over, but her eyes were clear and innocent, like young lotuses blooming from the mud, soft and clean.

Jun Tingsheng narrowed his eyebrows slightly, his scrutinizing gaze penetrated his thin eyelids, and he glanced at her deeply, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Baoling was even more aggrieved for not being hugged, stubbornly stretched out his short hands like lotus roots, and looked at Jun Tingsheng with wet eyes like deer.

Liang Yi held an umbrella for Jun Tingsheng, hesitantly said: "Young Master, the Song Family of Yiping Hou Mansion, at this age, this little girl might be your four-year-old niece?"

"Ah."

Jun Tingsheng half-responded, wondering what he was thinking about, then bent over and walked back with Song Baoling in his arms.

Liang Yi hurriedly followed, smacking his lips and said: "My dear, it's a good luck to meet you, otherwise the little girl might die."

Song Baoling sniffed, looked at Jun Tingsheng, and was obediently hugged in his arms, and put his dirty little hands in his arms, afraid of making the clothes of the good-looking big brother even more dirty, and being thrown here.

At this moment, her stomach grumbled uncontrollably.

The little guy's face turned red immediately, and he covered his stomach with his hands in annoyance, like stealing a bell from his ears.

There was an imperceptible chuckle next to his ear, Song Baoling raised his head in a daze, and was immediately placed on the soft chair by Jun Tingsheng.

The young man with cold and indifferent eyes casually took a basket of steamed buns from the drawer.

Song Baoling's big eyes lit up immediately!
Jun Tingsheng casually took a white, fat, soft steamed bun and pinched it to his fingertips. He glanced at Song Baoling's eyes that wanted but didn't dare to, and asked coldly: "Want?"

"Ling'er thinks." Song Baoling pursed his lips and said expectantly, "Hello, brother."

"Is it okay to give you something to eat?"

"Huh?" Song Baoling thought for a while, then shook his head: "Brother hug me."

Jun Tingsheng's eyes darkened slightly, and he reached out to hug the little girl.

Song Baoling nestled obediently in his arms, rubbed his cheeks like watery tofu against the boy's chest, and said in a childlike voice, "Ling'er's eyes can tell good from bad."

Jun Tingsheng looked at her serious face, wiped her hands with a smile, and handed her the steamed bun.

"That's awesome."

Song Baoling heard his disbelief, raised his head to see the faint purple light between the young man's brows, a pair of round deer eyes showed a little grievance.

She is not an ordinary little doll, she is a little fairy in the sky, if she hadn't heard that the Qiyue god who had been in seclusion for 4 years was coming, she would not have been squeezed out of the mortal world by those fairy sisters if she wanted to join in the fun. Attached to this little doll.

But Song Baoling knew that he couldn't reveal the secret, so he could only lower his head and stuff buns into his mouth in a muffled voice.

Just as Jun Tingsheng wanted to stop him, he saw Song Baoling's pink and jade-carved face showing a satisfied look, blinking his moist eyes, looking at him expectantly like a little animal.

"Is it tasty?"

Jun Tingsheng confirmed that Song Baoling was not choked, and simply handed the cage to her.

Song Baoling revealed two sweet and greasy dimples, picked up another steamed bun, and ate it in two or three bites.

Jun Tingsheng watched in astonishment as the little baby ate a full ten buns like a storm, and then he relaxed, rubbed his belly with satisfaction, and burped.

"Isn't Ling'er holding up?"

Song Baoling shook his head, and the frizzy little tuo on his head shook accordingly.

"It's not full, it's delicious. Ling'er hasn't eaten so full for a long time."

She lifted up her little face, which was still covered with tears, and burst into a big smile: "Thank you brother."

Looking into her clear eyes, Jun Tingsheng couldn't help rubbing her little head: "Are you always hungry?"

Song Baoling seemed to have been touched by some kind of switch. He lowered his head with his mouth pursed, and his little fingers grabbed his clothes: "My brother and sister said that Ling'er is a minor disaster, they don't feed Ling'er, and beat Ling'er with bamboo sticks."

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her little arms full of scars.

Jun Tingsheng's face suddenly sank, and his slender fingertips gently brushed over the scabbed wound, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Song Baoling shook his head obediently: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Thinking of the scene where this little guy was almost buried alive, a dark light flashed in Jun Tingsheng's eyes.

"Don't worry, I will help you get justice."

The carriage squeaked and stopped at the entrance of Xuanpinghou's Mansion. Jun Tingsheng held Song Baoling in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other, and walked towards the door with a sullen expression.

Seeing that he was dressed plainly, the guard at the gate snorted coldly and stepped forward to stop him: "You! What are you doing! This Xuanpinghou mansion is also something poor people like you can casually enter?"

(End of this chapter)