A light drink came from his mouth.
Pigeon glanced lazily at Yun Tingruo, lying still motionless.
At first glance, it looks like death.
In the luxurious palace, the gauze curtains dance without wind, making them light and elegant, just like a fairyland.
Yun Tingruo looked at the ball of meat pigeon "dead" on the chair with a dark face, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
This is truly the laziest, laziest, laziest pigeon I have ever seen.
Especially when she saw this pigeon and peeked at her from time to time, three black lines slid down Yun Tingruo's forehead.
"Dong'er, I haven't had soup for a long time, so let's just have it."
Yun Tingruo flicked her fingers, her tone was tepid, and the words she said made a pigeon move.
You're not talking about it!
It must not be it!
Dong'er had a smile on her lips: "I know, I know."
After saying that, he walked towards the pigeon.
Nani
Someone came towards it. The pigeon opened one eye and turned around.
"Whoosh!"
He fluttered his wings and flew up from the chair.
"Do it again, higher." Yun Tingruo saw that the pigeon was afraid of death, so she did not waste time and trained it wholeheartedly.
Two hours later, stars filled the earth.
A pigeon flew out of the hall. Although its body was a little sluggish, its height was still pretty good.
Flap your wings and fly high into the sky.
"Miss, does it really work?"
Dong'er stared at the big watery eyes, looking suspiciously at the black spots disappearing into the night sky, her tone without any certainty.
"Maybe it should work." Yun Tingruo murmured. She didn't know if the pigeon would work.
****
The night is quiet, and the moonlight shines on the earth, like a layer of gauze.
An inspirational dove flapped its wings and flew through the woods and over the creek.
Finally, he stopped on the wall, breathing heavily.
There was silence in the courtyard above the wall, except for a figure walking through the courtyard.
Yunlin held a lantern and inspected the front and back of the mansion.
Then I went back to my room to sleep peacefully.
As soon as the pigeon saw someone, it chased after him with its wings flapping.
In the dark night, its figure is like a ghost, transforming into the mist.
He flew towards the figure desperately.
Yunlin walked up the steps and pushed the door open.
"Click." The pigeon hit the closed door and fell down in a daze.
"Crunch."
The door opened quickly, revealing a delicate and alert face.
"Who?" Yunlin raised his eyes and looked into the depths of the night. Under the cold moonlight, the entire mansion was in darkness. The empty corridor is quiet and deserted.
Strange, no one.
What was that sound just made
Yunlin touched his head and suddenly looked down, only to see a pigeon lying motionless on the ground.
That chubby body is like a round ball.
"Why are there pigeons?" Yunlin muttered, bent down to catch the pigeons, looked outside again, and then closed the door.
Yunlin looked at the pigeon in his hand. It was not small, very fat, not bad, and could be used as a dish.
He glanced over again, his eyes suddenly stopped on the pigeon's legs, and his fingers trembled slightly. A small green bamboo tube was tied to the fat pigeon's leg.
Yunlin's heart suddenly jumped.
He quickly took it off and took out the slender note.
The familiar English made Yunlin look happy.
It's the master, this is the master's handwriting.
It turns out that the master has gone to the palace. It’s good that the master is fine. It’s fine that everything is fine.
Yunlin grabbed the note and turned it around several times, then continued to read it, his eyes showing ecstasy.
He quickly opened the second note and took a look at it, then carefully put it into a box.
With the master's letter, he can go to Shengbaozhai to collect his dividends.
The pigeon lay limply on the side. When he saw there was water in the tea cup, he opened his mouth and put it in.
Yunlin didn't care about it, walked to the desk, picked up the brush and started writing quickly.
After a moment, I glanced at the concise and crisp letter, then dried the ink and put it back into the small bamboo tube.
He grabbed the pigeon on one side and tied the bamboo tube.
Yunlin walked to the window, the cold wind blew across the mahogany window eaves, leaving cold moisture behind.
Throwing the pigeon in his hand.
I thought the pigeon would flap its wings and fly away, but I didn't know that the pigeon's wings didn't open at all and fell to the ground with a "swish".
Yunlin: "----"
How lazy is this pigeon
He went out and picked it up and threw it again.
The pigeon once again fell into the shape of a falling object, falling to the ground leisurely and freely.
"What's wrong with you pigeon?" Yunlin poked it and saw it lying dead with its eyes closed, but there was nothing he could do.
I had to carry it into the house.
I figured he was tired, so let him rest for a night.
Seeing that Yunlin was no longer throwing it away, the pigeon flapped its wings and suddenly became energetic. Finally, it fell down on the chair, closed its eyes and fell asleep.
Yunlin twitched the corners of his mouth, his face completely dark.
After blowing out the candles, there was silence in the room, except for the faint sound of the patter of rain.
****
The lead cloud came quietly, hiding the bright moon, and the earth became gloomy. The cold wind blows, and the trees sway like ghosts, making a "rustling" sound.
Coupled with the quiet and eerie night, it looked eerie and terrifying.
Five hundred miles away from the imperial city, there is a mountain peak, towering and tenacious, like a sharp sword grazing straight into the blue sky, extremely dangerous.
In the gaps above and below the rock, there are wild trees with curved branches everywhere, which look very much like the rough hair on a giant's body.
The sharp wind roared through the mountains, making people tremble with fear.
The fire crackled and burned, reflecting on the tired faces of several people.
Yun Xiao held Lightning in his arms, not feeling sleepy at all, and occasionally added some branches to the fire.
It had been seven or eight days since I left the imperial city, and I only found a steep mountain today.
Today we just reached the edge of the mountain.
But Yun Xiao had an intuition that this Phoenix Mountain must be the mountain that his master wanted.
The terrain on this road is very dangerous, and the mountain road is like a maze. If it were not for the local mountain people to lead the way, he would not have found this place.
"Wow, wow." Lightning suddenly poked his head out of Yun Xiao's arms and roared in the distance.
"What's wrong, Lightning?" Yun Xiao patted it, looking a little at a loss.
A flash of panic flashed in Ling Ling's eyes, and he kept tugging on Yun Xiao's clothes: "Wow, wow, wow."
"Don't make trouble." Yun Xiao patted its paw, not understanding Lightning's behavior.
Seeing that his master didn't understand what he meant, Lightning bit Yun Xiao's clothes and pulled.
"Are you hungry? Master, there are still steamed buns here. You can order them first."
Yun Xiao thought it was hungry, so he took out a paper bag from his arms, took out a big white steamed bun and placed it in front of Lightning.
But Lightning didn't even look at it, but said anxiously: "Wow, wow, wow."
Its sound startled the other three sleeping men.
"Brother Yun, what's wrong with your dog?" The man who called Yun Xiao was about twenty years old.