Chapter 24 Take a Bath Together and Raise Birds Together
Xuanchen Mandrill's face suddenly turned from red to black. He stared at the parrot who was still repeating those words and said in a deep voice: "You taught me this?"
In order to get away from the man's cold-blade gaze, Feng Shuiqing jumped up from the stool, pinched the two hard beaks of the big mouth, and gave an awkward and weak smile to Hyun Chen Mandrill.
But this parrot was quite dexterous. It shook its wings vigorously and flew high from the hanging pole, continuing to howl as it flew:
"Hyun Chen Mandrill! The Great Demon King!"
"Hyun Chen Mandrill! The Great Demon King!"
Feng Shuiqing was so frightened that he ran after Big Mouth's butt, but it flew too high and too fast to catch up.
Then, I saw a parrot scurrying around the house, with Feng Shuiqing chasing after him.
Every time it flutters its wings, a few emerald green feathers will fall down.
Soon, many colorful bird feathers were hanging on Hyunchen Mandrill's hair and clothes.
There was even a piece of it falling on the bridge of his handsome nose.
"Caught!!!"
Finally, Feng Shuiqing jumped hard, grabbed the hair on Dazui's butt and pulled it into her arms. She hurriedly put it into the hands of Chun Zao who was waiting at the door. With a "bang", she closed the door tightly.
I'm afraid the big mouth will fly back again.
Feng Shui Qing turned around and looked at the Hyunchen mandrill spitting bird feathers from its beak. Looking at it carefully, he looked like a bald pheasant.
"Pfft..."
Feng Shuiqing couldn't help but laugh out loud, and looked at her with a knife-like look.
She quickly straightened her expression and stepped forward to help him remove the parrot feathers from his body piece by piece.
"Feng Shui Qing." Xuanchen Mandrill used his big hands to clasp the round head of the little girl in front of him, as if he were catching a ball. "How many days have it been since I last saw you become more capable? Have you learned how to curse people like a bird?"
"I said I didn't teach him, do you believe it..."
Feng Shui Qing has no confidence.
"In the entire Dayao, you are the only one who dares to call me that. Do you think I believe it?"
Hyunchen Mandrill is reasonable and well-founded.
Seeing that the little girl couldn't answer for a long time, Xuanchen Mandrill let go of his hand, folded his hands across his chest, and stared at Feng Shuiqing, who was in front of him with a silly smile on his face: "That's all, it's just a bird's nonsense. I am not a small-minded person."
Oh?!
Why is the Demon King so easy to talk to all of a sudden? Could it be... for some purpose? Logically speaking, he should be furious!
Something is wrong, something is wrong with this man!
Feng Shuiqing thought secretly in disbelief.
After a while, Xuanchen Mandrill leaned down, looked straight into her eyes, rubbed her head again, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow is the Qiao Qiao Festival, and the Yao Fang Party will be held in the palace. I will come to pick you up."
Let me tell you! He really has evil intentions!
Every year during the Qiqiao Festival, a grand banquet - Yao Fang Hui - is held in the palace. Most of the guests attending the banquet are relatives of the emperor, generals, ministers and noble daughters.
On the surface, Yao Fang would spread the royal family's favor, consolidate the government, and appease the officials and ministers.
In fact, Yao Fang will choose a girl of the right age to marry the prince, which is a disguised prince's concubine selection meeting.
I don’t want to go to such a superficial gathering where interests are entangled! Besides, I’m already engaged to Xunchen Mandrill, why would I go to the banquet to watch the intrigues of those warblers?!
Feng Shuiqing frowned reluctantly, with a sincere expression: "This banquet is very boring, you can go by yourself!"
Yuan Chenzhao had already expected that she would refuse. He pushed open the door and snatched the big mouth from Chun Zao. He held a pair of its wings and raised it to Feng Shui Qing's eyes. "I wonder how to cook parrots so that they taste good?"
"you……"
Feng Shuiqing grabbed Da Zui in his arms and stepped back, wanting to stay away from Huan Chen Mandrill.
"Hyun Chen Mandrill! The Great Demon King!"
"Hyun Chen Mandrill! The Great Demon King!"
The big-mouthed parrot relies on human power.
"Okay, okay! I'll go, I'll go!"
Feng Shuiqing had no choice but to compromise. She knew that with the devil's temperament, if she didn't agree, he might really throw his big mouth into the pot and stew.
Yuan Chen clapped his hands with satisfaction, his eyes full of joy and pride: "Okay, see you tomorrow morning."
Returning to Dawn Palace, Xuan Chendrill dug out a few books in the library and read them with gusto.
"Your Highness."
Pei Gao walked in from the door, unable to hide his excitement: "My subordinates are all ready, it's up to you tomorrow! You have worked really hard these past few days, and you have caught so many!"
Huan Chen didn't even raise his head, and continued to read hard: "I know, nothing will go wrong tomorrow."
"As you command!"
Although Pei Gao has not read many books since he was so old, he still recognizes the words in the book in Yuan Chen's hand...
"Essentials of Raising Parrots".
Strange, when did His Highness become interested in raising parrots?
I remember that Princess Qinghui raised one.
Oh! Princess Qinghui must like it, so he learned it!
Hehehehe...their relationship is so good!
We took a bath together last time, now we raise birds together!
So envious!
…
Early the next morning, after Feng Shuiqing finished dressing, she picked up her skirt and walked towards the door of the house.
As she walked to the door, a gust of wind happened to blow by, causing her hair draped in front of her to flutter around.
Hyunchen Mandrill seemed to have a premonition and turned around.
I saw her wearing a lotus-colored ruqi with cross-neck narrow sleeves, a purple palace sash with pearls on it, her hair combed into a bun, a jade hairpin and a pair of pearl lapis lazuli flying butterflies swaying in the green, and she was swayed by the sun.
, shining brightly.
That delicate little face is full of cuteness and childishness.
For just a moment, he was stunned and his heart beat faster.
"What? Is there something dirty on my face?"
Seeing the sluggish look on his face, Feng Shuiqing rubbed his face with the back of his hand and asked.
Huan Chenzhao came back to his senses and held her hand: "No, let's go."
"Hey! There are so many people on the road watching! Let me go." Feng Shuiqing desperately tried to break free from his hands, but was firmly covered by his big hands, so he had to half push and half follow him.
Yuan Chen didn't even look back: "After we are engaged, you will be my wife from now on. Why should you be afraid of others seeing it?"
wife……
Feng Shui clears your mind and your mind suddenly goes blank.
She has only been Hyun Chen'an's concubine.
The title of wife seems a little tempting, but it is far away from her.
Seeing that the person behind him suddenly lost his reaction, Hyun Chen turned his head as if he could sense what she was thinking.
His long eyelashes drooped slightly, his eyes dimmed a little, and he silently grabbed Feng Shuiqing's slender waist, carried her into the carriage, and then got in.
The carriage drove slowly, and the two people sitting opposite each other were each thinking.
Hyunchen Mandrill suppressed the pain in his heart, leaned over to hug the somewhat gloomy Feng Shui Qing, and spoke in a low and paranoid voice:
"My wife will only be you."
With a bang, a huge thunder exploded in Feng Shuiqing's head.
Hyun Chen Mandrill... How come these words have touched my... heart?
The deeply buried love in my heart suddenly broke through the ground and sprouted a little green bud.
His arms, his breath, everything, actually fascinated me...
"Host host! Congratulations! Your sweetness value has been increased by 50!"
Xiao Tiantian's untimely voice broke the charming atmosphere. Feng Shui Qing shook his dizzy head, shaking his head and making a jingling sound.
Then, she pushed away Hyunchen Mandrill's hot chest and said a little indifferently: "Yes, I understand."
Feng Shui Qing was terrified. The feeling just now was something he had never experienced before in this life or even in previous lives.
She once thought she loved Hyun Chen'an deeply, but now she understands that that kind of love is nothing but humbleness and flattery.
During the days when I got along with Yuan Chenzhi, although I was always unlucky, and although some extraordinary things always happened out of nowhere, my heart seemed to be filled to the brim with something. Is this strange feeling possible?
Falling in again.
In the end, just like Hyun Chenan did in his previous life, he trampled on my dignity, abused me, and insulted me.
Hyunchen Mandrill, I’m afraid he only loves my identity, nothing more.
He understood what the injured little girl was thinking, but he couldn't tell the secret now, and he didn't dare to tell it.
How can she understand that she is true...
Love her?
The whole journey was silent and we finally arrived at the palace.
A large number of cars and horses stopped, and the hostess was checking the identities one by one.
Feng Shuiqing was held by Hyunchen Mandrill's little hand and walked side by side, passing in front of a group of gorgeous young ladies.
None of them did not cast envious and jealous glances at Feng Shuiqing.
No one knew that this ninth prince was the highest-ranking prince in the palace, and was engaged to the first daughter-in-law of the Feng family.
While jealous, I will also fantasize about why I am not the one who received this honor?
The bitterness and entangled interests within it can only be understood by those with clear Feng Shui.
After entering the table, Feng Shuiqing originally wanted to sit in the seat of the noble daughter, but was forced to sit in the seat of his own prince by Huanchen Mandrill.
This move made those scorching eyes staring at her even more jealous.
Because even if she is married to Yuan Chenzhi, according to the palace rules, Feng Shui Qing must sit in the royal family's banquet and must not sit with the prince.
But Hyunchen Mandrill insisted on making such arrangements without authorization.
Feng Shui Qing felt like sitting on pins and needles, she leaned into his ear and whispered: "Xuanchen Mandrill, I should sit over there, you are like this..."
"Why are you so timid today? Where has the energy to call me Demon King gone?"
Hyunchen Mandrill supported his head with one hand and turned around to look at her with a troubled face.
"Gugu..."
Before Feng Shui Qing could say anything else, his stomach suddenly sounded like a drum. He had been busy dressing up all morning, and he didn't even have time to drink the hot soup. It was like his chest was touching his back.
Yuan Chen couldn't help laughing, peeled off a plump and plump Wisteria grape, and put it into her mouth:
"Ah... open your mouth." This chapter has been completed!