Just as New Year's Day was thinking about having the man make his debut in formal attire, the next second he heard the man say in a slightly cold tone, "Drag him out and feed him to the dogs, don't let him dirty the ground."
New Year:"……"
All right.
She was having wild ideas.
Who would dare let a tyrant smile in front of the entire nation?
Are they tired of living?
Feeling that he hadn't lived enough yet, Yuan Dan immediately abandoned this sudden idea and squatted down to continue eavesdropping on "secrets."
It took me a while to realize: Who died?
The subordinate continued, "Of all the palace maids who accused Consort Wen of plotting against the Ninth Prince, only the Empress's maid remains. Do you think we should also arrest her next year to apologize to Her Majesty?"
"Hmm." Xiao Changqi's tone was indifferent, and his eyes, as unfathomable as a cold pool, suddenly glanced towards the window.
On New Year's Day, she quickly tucked her head into the feathers, trying to avoid the man's gaze in a self-deceptive manner.
"Step down."
Xiao Changqi waved for his subordinates to leave, then walked to the window and pushed it open from the inside out. The little bird that was perched outside the window was knocked off the window frame.
"Chirp!"
The little bird, which landed on the ground with a plop, let out a startled cry and then glanced at the man sideways with a nonchalant air.
You did this on purpose, didn't you?
Xiao Changqi looked down at the unwilling little bird lying on the ground, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips: "You naughty little bird, eavesdropping."
On New Year's Day, she said with righteous indignation: "Chirp chirp chirp."
I wasn't eavesdropping.
You've already spotted me.
Xiao Changqi stretched out his hand to the little bird: "Come here."
On New Year's Day, she turned her head away haughtily and was very difficult to coax.
Your little bird needs two bamboo berries to grow.
Xiao Changqi raised an eyebrow: "The bamboo fruits for tonight are confiscated."
New Year:"!!"
Holy crap!
Why should I?
Why are you even skimping on the little bird's bamboo fruit?
Yuan Dan was so angry that she stood up and flapped her wings, ready to fly over and hit the man. But before her wings could even touch the man's clothes, she remembered that he was injured and could not be touched.
New Year's Day: I'm so annoyed.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiao Changqi grabbed the little bird that had come to him, roughly ruffled it, and then helped the bird tidy up its ruffled feathers.
New Year's Day: Your Highness, don't you think this is a bit unnecessary?
Gan Wang not only didn't think it was unnecessary, but also felt that the little bird seemed to have gotten even rounder.
So Xiao Changqi blurted out, "Have you gained weight again?"
The air froze instantly.
Yuan Dan mechanically turned her head to look at the man, her small, beady eyes slightly narrowed: "Chirp chirp??"
What did you say?
Xiao Changqi: "..."
After a long silence, the tyrannical and cruel King Gan—
"It hasn't gotten fat, its feathers have just grown thicker."
The little bird then looked away contentedly and lay down obediently to be petted.
The Gan King, who had never been nervous even when facing a massive army, breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion.
Although Xiao Changqi changed his name from "Zhang Pang" to "Mao Hou" at the end, he still kept it in mind on New Year's Day. He not only ate less bamboo fruit that night, but also went out to do aerobics as soon as he finished his dinner.
Xiao Changqi frowned deeply as he looked at the bamboo fruit that was more than half left on the plate.
The bamboo berries were picked in the morning and put into the little bird's little package, so they shouldn't be stale.
Why did the little bird suddenly stop liking to eat bamboo seeds?
Xiao Changqi peeled open a bamboo seed, popped a few grains of bamboo rice into his mouth, and found it sweet and delicious. No wonder the little bird loved to eat it.
The little bird, which usually eats three bamboo fruits, only ate two today.
Could it be that he/she is ill?
Xiao Changqi also put down his chopsticks, got up and walked outside.
In the dim firelight, the little bird, its plumage tinged with a fiery red, stretched its wings, wiggled its bottom, and even hopped a couple of times on one claw.
Xiao Changqi had previously seen the little bird perform this dance it created itself. Although it looked strange, there was something inexplicably cute about the little bird when it made these movements.
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