And in a moment he came back from time to time, holding a wilted golden eagle in his arms.

"What's wrong with it?"

When necessary, the effect of the folding wind can be comparable to ten masters, and sometimes such ten masters are not as useful as it.

Shen Qingci raised his face again and stared at the big bird for a few seconds.

"It's probably the same as me."

"Huh?" Branding Heng didn't understand, "Why is it the same as you?" ”

"Hungry."

Shen Qingci picked up the steamed bun again and took a bite hard.

The golden eagle is really hungry now, and the eyes of both birds are glowing green, and any bird is locked in a box for a whole day in order not to be discovered, even if he has the spirit before, he is almost tortured now.

"Ask what's in the inn and feed it some."

Shen Qingci also didn't go to pick up the golden eagle, she used to take this eagle very seriously, but when she went out, people were okay, and the status of a bird, not to mention.

Changqing had to go out with the golden eagle, and also found the store to ask for some meat, and the store here received a rabbit that had just died not long ago, when the store took it out and wanted to give it to Changqing, Changqing did not have any good feelings for the bloody rabbit at all.

And the golden eagle that was held in Changqing's arms was the same, and a pair of bird's eyes only glanced at the dead rabbit, and then it was dejected, and there was no spirit.

It wasn't until a short time later that Changqing brought a plate and skinned it, cleaned it, and then put the cut meat in front of the golden eagle.

"Uncle Bird, you can eat."

The golden eagle still raised its bird head very pretentiously, and its male and female owners understood such movements, that is, it had to be fed.

But evergreen is not its male and female master. He is now gnawing on steamed buns, where does the meat come from to eat, this bird's food is better than him, besides, now so many people are suffering from natural disasters, some of them are good to eat, he doesn't pick, what qualifications does a bird have to pick and choose?

Seeing that no one paid attention to it, the golden eagle had no choice but to jump on the table aggrievedly, and then eat the meat on the plate one by one.

Changqing put his feet on the table.

Come on, all the way, he wants to be with this bird ancestor.

And the feathers on the head of the golden eagle bird couldn't help but stand up, as if it was still very humane to beat a spirit, and then he lowered his head again and ate the plate of rabbit meat on the table.

"Well, you can eat it well, eat it well and have a good aftertaste."

Changyi patted the golden eagle's head, "You can only eat now, and after a few days, you have to find something to eat yourself." ”

When the time comes, they are all in a hurry, they can only gnaw dry food, who has time to catch meat for the birds to eat?

The feathers on the golden eagle's body were fried again, and when they had finished eating the rabbit meat on the plate, they grabbed the table and stood there with their eyes closed.

"It's dirty," Changqing picked up the plate with two fingers, and then threw it outside, this was to prepare for sleep, but he didn't understand, why everyone else slept with people, but he had to sleep with a bird?

"It's ugly!" He snorted, turned over and fell asleep, fortunately the golden eagle couldn't understand people's words, otherwise, I am afraid that the mouth would also follow the peck on Changqing's face to relieve his anger.

Who is ugly, yes, who is ugly.

You guys are ugly with a handful of hair, and you don't even have a long hair.

And before dawn the next day, they had already set off.

Shen Qingci has changed into a full suit of men's clothes, her face is beautiful, but her eyes are always slightly cold, and the corners of her good-looking lips are rarely curved, and they have always been flattened, so this men's clothes are worn on her, and she doesn't feel how disobedient she is, and she doesn't have any femininity in action, let alone how delicate she is, she makes money, she is ruthless at all, and her six relatives don't recognize it.

Fortunately, the hat on Shen Qingci's head is very similar when he pretends to be a man, not to mention the appearance, she is very delicate, but in terms of charm, it is unique, and in addition, Shen Qingci is not an ordinary woman, ordinary women are quite protective of their hair, if one falls off on weekdays, they will cry for a long time.

And he is good, he can't cut it off with a pair of scissors, and there is no sense of distress, and looking at her technique, I don't think I have cut it less on weekdays, otherwise, how can I get a knife and fall so neatly.

Shen Qingci did cut her own hair, she didn't like it too long, it was suitable, if she spent an hour a day, it was all on her head, telling her how much silver she wanted to make less, so her hair has always been shorter than other women, and it is also a loss that she has a little plum who can comb her hair, and she will comb her hair very well, so sometimes it makes people feel that it may be the reason why her hair is too little, but no one has ever known that she actually cut off her hair. Just to make more money.

Therefore, Shen Qingci is indeed ruthless enough and ruthless enough to make money.

Shen Qingci shook his hair, "Am I like a man?" ”

She hasn't done this before, but it's fun, and she has an indescribable feeling in her heart, like excitement, like that kind of eagerness, or rather, she gave birth to a daughter, but her partial nature is like a man.

Or she would go to the army, but it seems that she doesn't like to fight, she likes to earn silver, maybe it's because the copper smell on her body is too heavy, so she is different from those noble ladies in Beijing.

"You're a little scholar."

Branding Heng smiled and said, "You can be my little scholar." ”

"Okay," Shen Qingci didn't care what his identity was, as long as he could follow.

"Let's go," Luo Heng thought about straightening Shen Qingci's hair again, so that the bun on her head was also combed more neatly, and after he finished speaking, after finishing this, he turned around and was about to leave.

Shen Qingci stretched out his hand.

But Branding Heng smiled and then strode away, and Shen Qingci had to trot to follow.

She gnawed on her fingernails, and then remembered the outfit on her body now, this is how she sorted out the clothes on her body, and also put away the femininity on her body, and strode to keep up with the brand.

She is no one else now, but Luo Hengxi's scholar, how can any master hold the scholar's hand, if these are known, they may be passed on to be a good man.