New Year's Day, who was in the bath, stood in front of the window refreshed, letting the evening breeze blow her feathers away.

On New Year's Day, she suddenly felt a heroic spirit, and wanted to chant a sentence of "pull out the mountain and cover the world", but before she could brew a good momentum, the feather tail was poked.

"Sleep." Xiao Changqi picked up the bad bird with unkempt feathers, combed her casually, and then threw the bird on the bed.

New Year's Day rolled around the bed a few times before finally hitting the wall before stopping.

"Chirp~" The hairy and thick bird didn't hurt at all, but was still lazily lying on the quilt, as if he was going to sleep in this position tonight,

Xiao Changqi, who had finished untying his wide clothes, looked up and saw the bird's buttocks facing upwards, and its little wings spread out and sleeping on the quilt.

Xiao Changqi: "......"

After shaking the quilt, the bird immediately rolled into the quilt like a ball, and as soon as the quilt was covered, the bird was covered so that it could not see a single hair.

After the bird was warmed, Xiao Changqi took New Year's Day out of the quilt and put it on the pillow.

Just as he was about to go to bed, the old manager suddenly knocked on the door and said in a low voice, "Lord, can you rest?" ”

New Year's Day was not sleepy, and he was about to wake up when he heard the sound, Xiao Changqi immediately quickly stuffed the bird back into the quilt, and then got up and put on his coat to open the door.

"What?" The man's face was grim, and he spoke as if he was displeased.

The old manager was even more cautious, and said respectfully: "Young Master Yuan is waiting for you in the front hall." ”

Yuan Qing?

What is this guy doing at night?

The head of the jaw said that he knew, Xiao Changqi turned around and went back to put on his clothes, lifted the quilt and brought out the bird, and then walked out of the house.

Yuan Qing brought wine.

When he saw Xiao Changqi, he raised the wine jar in his hand: "Lord, there are no beauties in your house, why did you rest so early?" ”

Xiao Changqi ignored him and sat down opposite the other party with an expressionless face.

Yuan Qing took out two large bowls, poured the wine full, picked up one of the bowls and said proudly: "Lord Wang, Yuan Qing toasts you with a glass!" ”

Xiao Changqi glanced at the bowl in front of him, which was several times larger than the wine glass, and did not react.

"Lord, what about Yuanyuan?" Yuan Qing glanced left and right, but he didn't see the little pink ball that had been carried by the prince inseparably in the past few days.

Xiao Changqi said indifferently: "Rest." ”

I heard from the people in the house that the little bird had been looking for medicinal herbs in the mountains and forests for a morning today, and when he came back, he followed the subordinates to make the herbs into pills.

When has the already lazy little bird ever worked for such a long time?

It's natural to be extremely tired.

"Yuanyuan, this little bird, so smart that I almost suspect it's human." Yuan Qing suddenly sighed.

If New Year's Day is here, I can't help but roll my eyes.

Didn't this person have long suspected that she was not an ordinary bird?

The old manager saw that the prince and the young master Yuan Qing seemed to have something to discuss, and saw that Yuan Qing had brought wine, so he asked the kitchen to prepare some appetizers.

"You're thinking too much." Xiao Changqi picked up the wine on the table, took a sip slowly, and said lightly.

"Or maybe Yuanyuan is actually a goblin?" Yuan Qing's words seemed to be quite ridiculous, but his tone was slightly serious, "Otherwise, how can you fascinate King Qianwang and not even want fame for it?" ”

Xiao Changqi glanced at him calmly: "How the reputation of this king has nothing to do with Yuanyuan. ”

Yuan Qing shook his head and chuckled, drank all the wine in the bowl, and then said, "Yuanyuan? Yuan Yuan? Lord Wang, you said, Yuanyuan can save the little sister once, why can't he save her a second time? ”

Putting the wine bowl down heavily, Yuan Qing's voice was full of heavy grief.

Maybe others don't believe it.

But he believed.

Waking up again in a coma on New Year's Day must be related to Xiao Yuanyuan.