Although the little bird was a bad bird, Xiao Changqi was a tyrant who kept his word.
After having a light lunch, Xiao Changqi ordered a carriage to be prepared so that Yuandan could travel to the estate outside the capital.
Most people still recognize the carriages of the Prince Gan's residence.
Upon seeing the carriage of the Gan Prince's residence, the first thing that came to mind was the rumors about the Gan Prince's doting affection for a bird, as well as various stories about the Gan Prince and the little bird that was said to be a fairy.
"Is this the carriage from the Prince's residence? Do you think the little bird the prince keeps might be in the carriage too?"
"Is that even a question? It's said that the Prince took that little fairy bird with him when he went to the military camp a few days ago."
"Does the Prince of Gan really cherish such a small pet?"
Upon hearing this, the person next to him immediately said mysteriously, "What little pet? I heard that Master Banxu cast a divination for Prince Gan in the palace, saying that the little bird kept by Prince Gan's side is not an ordinary bird, but a demon. This is because Prince Gan has too much blood in his body and his hands are stained with the blood of countless innocent people. Heaven couldn't bear to see this, so it sent a demon to punish Prince Gan."
The speaker seemed quite serious and mentioned Master Banxu, who lived in the palace and refined elixirs for the emperor, so I began to believe him to some extent.
No wonder Gan Wang was bewitched by a little bird in just a few days; it turns out that Gan Wang had committed too many killings.
After being reminded by this person, everyone suddenly remembered what kind of reputation Gan Wang had—fierce, tyrannical, and capricious. They were immediately frightened and shrank back, no longer daring to discuss it.
The person who had reminded everyone, seeing that his goal had been achieved, dispersed with the others.
On the other side, the man and the bird that the people were talking about were playing chess in a carriage.
Incense burns in the incense burner, its faint, minty fragrance refreshing and invigorating.
A chessboard sits on a square table, with Xiao Changqi and Yuan Dan each holding a piece of one color.
The black piece landed slowly and deliberately, cutting off the white piece's escape route.
The little bird perched on the other side suddenly stared at the chessboard with a look of alarm, as if it wanted to turn that black chess piece into ashes.
"Chirp chirp".
You've won so many times, can't you let me win just once?
Xiao Changqi picked up his teacup and took a sip without expression, pretending not to see the little bird stealing a chess piece.
"Chirp chirp?" Hiding the chess piece under its feathers, Yuan Dan immediately tilted its head innocently when the man looked over.
Xiao Changqi looked at the little bird that was always good at pretending to be innocent, reached out and picked her up, then took out the black piece under the bird's bottom and put it back in its original position on the chessboard.
New Year:"……"
I was so angry on New Year's Day that I didn't want to say anything.
She kicked her two short legs: "Chirp chirp chirp."
I'm not downloading anymore.
It's not fun at all.
Seeing the little bird's sulking act, the man casually criticized her, "Silly."
New Year:"……"
Do you want to try being pecked by a bird?
Xiao Changqi held the little bird in his arms, picked up a white piece from it, and placed it on the chessboard without thinking.
Thus, a game that seemed destined to be lost by White was turned around.
"Playing chess is like leading an army. Since the retreat is cut off, why not go all out and burn our boats? Perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope." Xiao Changqi poked the little bird's head and said calmly, "Did you read all those military books for nothing?"
On New Year's Day, she tried to dodge the man's hand, but couldn't, so she simply lay down and let him rub her: "Chirp chirp."
Those military treatises are too difficult to understand.
It's better to read storybooks.
Of course, she wasn't reading the storybooks she and Xiao Changqi were reading, but rather other people's storybooks.
"You fickle little bird." Xiao Changqi knew what the bird was trying to say just by listening to her tone.
New Year's Day doesn't matter anymore: "Chirp chirp".
So be it, a bad bird.
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