Yuan Dan glanced at the bamboo fruit the man had brought over, then resolutely turned her head away.
He had an air of refusing to accept charity.
Xiao Changqi was silent for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the little bird, ruffling it haphazardly a couple of times: "Come with me to the military camp tomorrow?"
On New Year's Day, without even thinking, he said, "I'm not going."
She remembered that she was having a cold war with a man after she finished speaking, so she closed her mouth again.
Xiao Changqi poked at the little bird's wing and said in a low voice, "So what if I believe you're a little phoenix?"
Yuan Dan squatted roundly in the man's hands, her tone serious: "Actually, I didn't believe I would be a phoenix at first. Just like you said, the phoenix is the king of all birds, the beauty among birds, and it certainly wouldn't look like me. But you saw the Phoenix Spirit Pearl enter my body yesterday."
Upon hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow: "Phoenix Spirit Pearl?"
Yuan Dan nodded vigorously: "It's the bead I gave you as a protective charm. Sparrow and Jin Jin said it's the Phoenix Spirit Bead."
Hearing the little bird's words, Xiao Changqi's eyes suddenly darkened: "Didn't you say you were a god before?"
New Year:"……"
When his fabricated story was exposed, New Year's Day changed the subject, saying, "The phoenix is a divine bird, no different from a deity."
"You celestial beings have...cars and high-speed trains?"
New Year:"……"
There are no cars or high-speed trains in the heavens!
She had no idea what the heavens were like.
However, since things had come to this point, Yuan Dan had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree: "That's right."
Xiao Changqi watched the naughty little bird quietly for a while, then suddenly asked a crucial question: "Why did you descend to the mortal realm?"
Speaking of this, Yuan Dan couldn't help but glance at the man with a wry look: "If I said I came here for you, would you believe me?"
I fell to earth only for you.
Xiao Changqi's heart skipped a beat, his pupils contracted for a moment, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "What do you mean?"
She didn't speak again on New Year's Day. She couldn't very well say that it was because of the deep bond between you and me that I traveled through time to come to this place.
The bird's words were half true and half false, and Xiao Changqi only believed half of them. Seeing this, he stopped asking questions.
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The fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The snow fell heavily, covering the trees in a silvery blanket.
The weather is getting colder and colder; no one expected that winter would not only arrive early this year but also be so cold.
The charcoal that Huo Youcai had stockpiled on New Year's Day was sold out in just a few days.
The man and the bird made a fortune.
Not only did they earn back the money they spent on grain, they also made a considerable amount of extra silver.
On New Year's Day, I finally witnessed the wealth of these high-ranking officials and nobles.
However, on New Year's Day, Huo Youcai was not allowed to sell all the charcoal to the wealthy people in the capital. Instead, he kept some to sell to ordinary people at a low price.
And the charcoal was sold under the name of the Prince Gan's Mansion.
"This winter is cold and long, and the food that people have prepared for the winter may not last long enough to last through the winter," Yuan Qing said when he came to see Xiao Changqi that day.
Xiao Changqi stroked the little bird with an indifferent expression, seemingly oblivious to Yuan Qing's words.
Yuan Qing then said, "Did the Prince's Mansion have a lot of charcoal left over from previous years? You actually took it out to help the people."
This behavior doesn't seem like something Xiao Changqi would do.
King Gan was cold-blooded and cruel, indifferent and callous by nature, and cared less about the lives of ordinary people than he cared about a little bird.
Xiao Changqi didn't mention that it was his pet bird's idea, and instead said, "Enough charcoal will suffice."
Yuan Qing was a smart man. He could tell that Xiao Changqi didn't want to say more, so he changed the subject and asked, "Did His Majesty mention setting up soup kitchens during the morning court session this day?"
Xiao Changqi paused slightly as he stroked the little bird, his eyes growing cold: "The national treasury is empty."
The mighty Great Ying Dynasty was so poor that it couldn't even afford to set up soup kitchens to provide porridge for its people.
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