A black speck quickly flew over from the horizon and landed on the windowsill. It shook its feathers, flapped its wings, then bit his sleeve and took his hand, which was on the windowsill, back into his cloak.

Azhi has become very majestic and his feathers have become smooth, but his body has not grown yet.

Lian Shenwei touched its head and asked, "Where did you go to play?"

Ah Zi screamed and flew onto Lian Shenwei's shoulder, his head hitting the window. With a click, the wooden stick supporting one side of the window was knocked down, and the window closed tightly.

It flew to the perch hanging next to the bed, and taking advantage of its height, it glanced at its owner, then glanced at the bed.

Lian Shenwei shook his head: "I don't want to sleep."

"You are quite spirited."

Ah Zi shook his fur again.

It no longer looks like the sickly person it was when it first came to the Prince Regent's Palace, but there is a reason for it becoming like this.

Even though he took good care of himself and delayed going to court, Shen Wei's body was still very weak. Not long after Feng Ke left, he caught a cold again. Coupled with the change in weather, he could only bear it by himself, and he had a severe cough.

Ah Zi was also very sick, and he ate everything because of his illness. He was not watched carefully, so he accidentally pecked at the blood in the handkerchief he had washed with.

It didn't work right away.

Lian Shenwei had no choice but to leave it on the table and watch over it all night.

He asked someone to prepare some meat strips that Ah Zi loved to eat as a farewell gift for the time it had been with him.

That whole night, Ah Zi twitched, blood came out of his beak, and the light in his beastly eyes dimmed. Even Shen Wei thought he was going to die several times, but he managed to survive.

While the whole bird was shaking with pain, it was biting the meat strip in his hand with all its might, and even knew to take a break when it was tired. It seemed to be replenishing its energy. The savagery and tenacity of not admitting defeat and desperately wanting to survive made Lian Shenwei see the evil and domineering aura of "King Yan, stay away from your father".

Lian Shenwei removed his hand that was about to help it leave painlessly, and really just watched and stayed with it the whole night.

At daybreak, Ah Zi suddenly vomited out all the food he had eaten. The bird became alert, flapped its wings, and fell into Lian Shenwei's arms.

After a while, Ah Zi learned it by himself and would go flying in the dead of night or when there was no one on the road.

I don’t know if fighting poison with poison turned out to be the antidote, but Ah Zi managed to get through it anyway.

Perhaps because Lian Shenwei had been with it that night, it had become particularly dependent on and trustful of the human who raised it.

It is very smart. It observes how Mingzhu and Tiannan take care of Lian Shenwei, and gradually becomes one of the qualified stalkers.

Ah Zi tilted his head and looked towards the door.

Seeing its action, even Shen Wei turned his head.

Tiannan came over with a secret letter in his hand, "Master, the battle report from the border."

Lian Shenwei took it, opened it, and quickly glanced through it. His eyebrows relaxed slightly, "Good news."

But it is just good news. The northern barbarians are coming in force, the border is bitterly cold, and there is still a long period of war to be fought.

Li Ningfeng is guarding the border. His health has recovered, so the worst outcome won't be that bad.

The general trend is positive.

"The court can breathe a sigh of relief."

[“Uncle, please wait for me!”

"Wait for Jing Jue!"

The child suddenly screamed and flew up. The boy hugged him and jumped onto the roof. "Hush, keep your voice down. I sneaked back. Also, this is my father's wine cellar. Why are you here? You are not here to block me, are you?"

The child blinked mischievously: "No."

"Is my uncle going to do something bad?"

The young man snorted, "What bad thing? I'm doing good things."

"Your grandfather collected so many fine wines, but you don't drink any of them yourself. Isn't that a waste? It's a great disgrace to the fine wines, and a gentleman would not despise it."

He took out a small bottle from his pocket and said, "This bottle is called Kunshan Sui. The brewing method is said to have been lost. I don't know where the old man got such a bottle."

After twisting it open, the young man quickly took a sip, and the aroma of wine came out.

The child swallowed and said, "I want one too."

The boy readily agreed and fed him a little bit, about the size of a child's fingernail.

The alcohol was really strong in the child's body. When he woke up again, he found himself locked up with his uncle. He smacked his lips and wanted to cry, then someone wrapped him in a quilt.

The boy curled him up into a ball and held him in his arms, patting him coaxingly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your uncle is here."

He sang a song in a sleepy voice with a soft Jiangnan accent.

…

The scene changes to another black hem embroidered with royal crests, and a pool of blood on the ground.]

Ying Jingjue suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat dripping down his face, his heart beating extremely fast, and the scenes in his dream faded away bit by bit.

He was having dreams more and more frequently. Sometimes he felt warm, sometimes scared, and sometimes panicked. He would not remember anything after waking up.

But this time he tried hard to recall, and finally grasped some fragments.

The young emperor murmured hesitantly, "Uncle?"