So, the next day when Xiao Changqi went to the army to train his troops, all the soldiers saw a small pink bird perched on their prince's shoulder.
At dawn today, Xiao Changqi got up to practice martial arts as usual, and the little bird was sleeping soundly on his head again.
As Xiao Changqi was about to get up, the little bird, which had been sleeping, suddenly kicked its short legs. After feeling the strands of hair that were hooked by its wings come away, it groggily opened its eyes.
"Chirp~"
The chirping of the newly awakened birds was soft and babyish, unconsciously carrying a sweet, coquettish quality.
As Xiao Changqi dressed, he turned to look at the little bird on the bed with its half-closed, beady eyes: "Did I wake you up?"
"Chirp".
On New Year's Day, I shook my head, half-asleep.
Xiao Changqi deftly fastened his belt, but his peripheral vision kept an eye on the little bird, which was clearly not fully awake yet.
After lying on my pillow for a while on New Year's Day, I finally resisted the temptation of sleep and slowly sat up.
The little bird's sleeping posture was really not good. The feathers on its rump were sticking up, and all the feathers on its body were ruffled in its unconscious sleep. The tuft of feathers on its head hung softly: "Chirp chirp?"
Where are you going?
Xiao Changqi, who has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't stand the little bird's appearance, so he reached out and grabbed it from the bed, holding it in his hand and rubbing it.
His hands, roughened from years of wielding knives and spears, were rubbing against Yuan Dan until he was completely sober.
"Chirp chirp".
Okay, stop rubbing.
I woke up.
"I'm going to practice my boxing." Only after meeting the little bird's resentful little eyes did Xiao Changqi put it down.
"Chirp".
I want to go too.
The New Year's Day exercise routine did have some effect; she can now fly a little, just not very high.
So the little bird flapped its wings and landed at Xiao Changqi's feet, following the man step by step as he walked outside.
The distant horizon was tinged with the first light of dawn, and the dark clouds had not yet completely dissipated, so the courtyard was still dark.
Yuan Dan squatted on the stone table, her bright green eyes fixed on the man who threw fierce punches, yet whose movements were surprisingly pleasing to the eye.
In the eyes of scholars, military generals were also called warriors. These scholars, who considered themselves to be of noble character, always felt that military generals who wielded swords and sticks were vulgar and inelegant.
But they didn't know that there was a type of person in this world called a Confucian general.
Xiao Changqi possessed both the demeanor of a scholar-general and a bloodthirsty and tyrannical nature.
This is the stain that comes from years of battle, from countless deaths and bloodshed.
I had met Xiao Yan and Xiao Jin before, and their hands were fair and delicate, clearly untouched by the elements.
But Xiao Changqi was different. His hands were rough, and there were calluses on the tiger's mouth from long-term use of the silver spear. They didn't look like the hands of a noble prince, but rather like the hands of a peasant.
On New Year's Day, he sighed softly and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Xiao Changqi in his youth.
However, her emotions didn't last long before they were disrupted by Xiao Changqi.
Seeing the little bird staring intently at him, Xiao Changqi withdrew his fist, walked over, lifted his robe, and sat on the stone bench.
"Sing a song for me," Xiao Changqi said indifferently, resting his forehead on one hand. "I heard yesterday that Consort Hui keeps a nightingale that can sing."
"Chirp?"
Singing?
What song will you sing?
Xiao Changqi's gaze was deep and unfathomable: "You little enchanting bird who only knows how to seduce people, you should also be able to sing a little tune, right?"
New Year:"……"
She can indeed sing a few modern songs.
But ancient tunes...
She really doesn't know how.
However, she is still a little bird, and all she does when she opens her mouth is chirp chirp chirp, so the man doesn't know what she's singing.
With its wings hidden in its feathers, New Year's Day sat confidently on the table, tilting its head and starting to chirp.
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