At this time, the two young ones of Fuxue and Ziqing had already fallen asleep, Song Qinghuan remembered Mu Beici in his heart, and he didn't know what Song Liancheng would say to him, so he casually took a Xia drunk given by Xia Zun on the road, and took it outside the room of the two of them by borrowing flowers and offering Buddha.

She crept to the window to listen. The house was talking about the symptoms of the saint, but Mu Beici didn't see it in person, so he didn't dare to assert it rashly, but after listening to the symptoms, he also scored seven or eight points.

After talking about the illness, Song Liancheng suddenly asked, "I heard Qinghuan say that Brother Mu once had a life-saving grace for her?" ”

When Song Qinghuan heard this, he immediately held his breath, put the wine jug, and put his hands on the window lattice. Who knew that Mu Beici stood in front of the window, the candles in the house were rippling, reflecting the shadow outside the window, looking from the inside, she was lying on her stomach with only her head exposed, and the black image was very much like a cat.

Originally, Mu Beici was allergic to cat hair, dog hair, chicken hair, duck hair, and suddenly saw a cat outside the window, he was stunned, frowned, and instinctively raised his hand to resist the wind and slammed the window to drive away, excused himself: "It's too hot in the house, and it's breathable." ”

And Song Qinghuan was looking forward to the later text, but before Mu Beici's words fell, the window opened with a "bang" and slammed into the bridge of her nose.

At this time, Xiu Ling happened to come to look for someone, and when he saw this scene, he hurriedly stepped forward to pick her up, and Mu Beici and Song Liancheng also pushed the door out when they heard the movement. Song Qinghuan saw Mu Beici staring at her in a daze, ashamed, and buried his head in Xiu Lingze's arms.

Song Liancheng pulled her to see that she was bleeding from her nose, and it rubbed on the placket of Xiu Lingze's clothes bit by bit, he turned his head to Mu Bei and said, "You take a look for her." Mu Bei bowed his head and helped her, and said softly: "Tilt your head and go into the house." ”

Song Qinghuan was angry, but suddenly heard Mu Beici's warm voice, and felt the temperature of his ten fingers, his heart suddenly became soft as numbness, and he couldn't get up anymore, and he didn't care about beauty and ugliness, so he entered the house with him. The remaining two retreated outside the door, smiling at each other.

was carried by Mu Beici and sat down in the room, but Song Qinghuan didn't let go, kept shouting that his nose hurt, and only asked him what to do if he broke his appearance, "If the princess of a dignified country loses her face, what kind of body will she become, if I have a scar, I will definitely punish you heavily!" ”

Mu Beici only smiled and said: "Don't worry, princess, although she is not Fengzun, she can still heal the princess's nose." ”

Song Qinghuan said toughly: "If the doctor is not good, you must be responsible!" ”

Mu Bei bowed: "That's nature." ”

Song Qinghuan grinned, and hurriedly covered his nose again, "Oops", and said in his heart: "This person is really as upright as Ling'er said, and he doesn't even ask how to be responsible......" Thinking about it, he smiled again.

Mu Beici didn't say anything more, and gently touched the bridge of Song Qinghuan's nose with one finger, first stopped the bleeding, and then rubbed Mu Lingyuan into a small ball with his palm and rubbed it on the tip of her nose, staring at the circle intently, no matter how she stared at him carefully.

"I heard Ling'er say that the senior brother is a talker, why do you cherish words like gold when you see this princess?"

Talkers? Mu Bei was speechless, sighed lightly, and only felt that his usual hard work was in vain.

"I heard Ling'er say that the senior brother can make medicinal food, what do you think this princess needs to eat?"

Mu Bei only said: "The princess is dressed in brocade and jade food, and she is lively and lively, she is already very healthy, she doesn't need to take supplements, but she should pay attention to a light diet." ”

"Listen to Ling'er ......"

"Don't listen to her, she'll just talk nonsense." Mu Beici resisted the urge to roll his eyes and interrupted her, no longer speaking.

***

Xiu Ling invited Song Liancheng to the piano room, and saw that there were more than a dozen small plates on the piano table in front of the window, filled with fruits and snacks for wine, and another six wine cups had been poured for a drunken glow.

It's just that the food is no longer theirs, and there are several whirlwind birds pecking and eating. And Feng Duge and Gongsun Changqin sat in one place, each stroking the qin, and their eyes fell on the birds.

The melange bird has been smoked after drinking, and when he hears the music of the piano, he dances. They hover in the chamber with their wings outstretched, their tails glowing like fireflies, and their melodious chirps to the sound of the piano. At this time, it seems that there is no ferocity, but a soft posture.

Gongsun Changqin suddenly got up with the qin, threw the baoqin in the air, spun around to catch it, and played and danced, moving with the trajectory of the melody bird. When the music was very intoxicating, the strings stopped and the rhythm was started.

The song was also transposed and the strings were changed, and then his rhythm played a new song, and he played louder and louder, from the auxiliary to the main music, and Gongsun Changqin closed the end slowly and weakly, and abandoned the qin and stretched out his arms as if he had spread his wings, fluttering and trampling and dancing.

He was dressed in a colorful costume, and when he danced, his posture was like a live whirlwind bird. At first, he was imitating the birds, but now the birds are dancing and flying to his heart's content, as if they were holding a drunken sacrifice.

Song Liancheng was stunned, and the scene in front of him was like an empowerment at a certain moment, which made him suddenly understand the difficult problem that had trapped him for a long time: if the mother concubine and the father died from the whirlpool bird, then how was the sound bird tamed and killed?

After the dance was finished, Gongsun Changqin played a few sounds, drove away the birds, and smiled at Song Liancheng: "It seems that His Highness has something to ask the deity." ”

Song Liancheng bowed his head, "I also hope that Xia Zun will teach you how to tame these mezzanine birds." ”

The wind sang and knew that the two had something important to say, and they had no intention of listening, so they carried the piano to Panasonic outside the house. The cultivator saw that what he was holding in his arms was his own spirit, so he followed.

Gongsun Changqin walked to the table, casually held a wine cup and said: "The melodic bird does not like to be close to people, and it is indeed difficult to tame the bloodthirsty and violent. However, this bird is an alcoholic, and after getting drunk, it loses its temper and is very easy to tame, as for the method, it is what His Highness just saw. ”

"Are you particular about wine?"

"Of course, since you are an alcoholic, you like wine the most."

Song Liancheng bowed his head and said in his heart: "That's it, if you talk about good wine, Xia Zun's own brewing is the first in the world, and secondly, it is easy to get in the palace." So he asked again; Is the trained bird exquisite? ”

Gongsun Changqin said: "The mezzanine bird is very vigilant about living people, if you want to domesticate, it should not be too far away from the nest, it is best within ten miles." ”

Song Liancheng pondered for a moment, frowned, and said, "Dare to ask who domesticated those birds in Qicai?" ”

"It's the ...... raised by Su Zhen that His Highness has seen" Gongsun Changqin still wanted to say something, glanced at Song Liancheng, shook his head and swallowed what he wanted to say, and then heard him say goodbye and leave, only saying: "Your Highness be careful." And he went with him, and also to Panasonic.

The night grew darker, and the moon hung like a silver hook on the branches. When the wind is singing, he is listening to the spiritual cultivation and strokes the qin, and when he is halfway through the song, he shouts to stop and correct the rhythm of the fingering. After playing it again, seeing that her ring finger was still straight, she stopped again and stepped forward and said: "Thumb and ring finger are only right if you buckle ......the moon."

Gongsun Changqin saw that he was about to lean over and touch her hand, so he hurriedly pulled him and teased: "Is it too boring for your master and apprentice to make up lessons here in the middle of the night?" Leaning over and handing the flask in his hand to the cultivator, "Take it." ”

Xiu Ling didn't know what he meant, and took it first, but saw Gongsun Changqin nodding and smiled: "Look at your fingers now, can you remember?" The cultivator looked at the curvature of his fingers and suddenly said yes. She just felt that he looked like a qinzun in her heart, and Gongsun Changqin had already said the next sentence, "Just take a sip if you remember." ”

The master is on one side, and the spiritual cultivator is self-restrained, not drinking, just watching the wind sing. Before the wind could speak, Gongsun Changqin grabbed the white and said, "Do you know why the melange bird was tamed so easily just now?" Because I added a strange recipe to the wine. ”

"If that's the case, then take a bite and see how it's different." The cultivator raised the pot to drink, but took off his hand.

The wine jug fell into Feng Duange's hand, and he paused, frowned, and took a sip with his neck straight as if he was drinking poison, and then threw his body towards Gongsun Changqin, throwing him to the ground.

Gongsun Changqin was taken aback, and pushed him to sit up, but the wind did not move at all, sleeping on his lap, and his arms were still on his waist, heavy and heavy.

"Hey, the wind is full of songs, what kind of trick are you?!" Gongsun Changqin forcibly broke him, "Even if you don't let the deity get close to your disciple, you don't have to sacrifice your life for righteousness like this......"

Xiu Ling said anxiously: "What did you add to your wine, how could the master faint after taking a sip......

Gongsun Changqin struggled: "I didn't add anything,—— where he fainted, he was obviously pretending." ”

When the three of them were in a mess, Song Qinghuan chased after Mu Beici. Mu Beici looked at the wine jug that fell on the ground, and hurriedly went up to help carry it: "Shizun has been drinking?" ”

"Take a sip."

Mu Bei snorted: "...... Shizun never drank alcohol. Then he muttered and reprimanded for a long time, and saw Song Qinghuan's eyes straighten, and sighed in his heart: It turns out that Ling'er has never deceived me!