So, when Xiao Changqi went to the army to train the next day, all the soldiers saw a pink bird squatting on their prince's shoulder.

At the end of the day, Xiao Changqi still got up to practice martial arts as usual, and the little bird fell asleep on top of his head again.

When Xiao Changqi was about to get up, the little bird, which was still asleep, suddenly kicked its little short legs, and after feeling the hair hooked by its wings leave, it opened its eyes in a daze.

"Chirp~"

The bird that had just woken up was soft and milky, unconsciously with a hint of coquettish sweetness.

Xiao Changqi put on his clothes and looked back at the little bird on the bed with half-squinted little bean eyes: "This king woke you up?" ”

"Chirp."

New Year's Day shook his head half-asleep.

Xiao Changqi neatly tied his belt, but Yu Guang kept paying attention to the little bird that had obviously not fully woken up.

New Year's Day lay on the pillow for a while, and finally defeated the temptation of the sleepy insect and sat up slowly

The bird's sleeping position is really not very good, the tail of the feathers on the buttocks is cocked, the feathers on the body are also rubbed in the unconscious sleep, and the strand of feathers on the head hangs softly: "Chirp? ”

Where are you going?

Xiao Changqi, who had a slight cleanliness problem, couldn't look at the little bird, so he reached out and grabbed it from the bed, held it in his hand and rubbed it.

The hand that has been holding the silver spear for many years is very rough, and he doesn't know the severity, and he kneaded it so that he was completely sober on New Year's Day.

"Chirp."

Okay, stop rubbing.

I woke up.

"I'm going to practice." Facing the little bird's little bean eyes with a grudge, Xiao Changqi put it down.

"Chirp."

I'm going too.

The weight loss exercise on New Year's Day still has some effect, and she can fly a little now, but she doesn't fly high.

So I saw the little bird flapping its wings and flying at Xiao Changqi's feet, and followed the man towards the outside.

The distant horizon was a little white with fish belly, and the black clouds had not completely dispersed, so the courtyard was still dark.

New Year's Day squatted on the stone table, looking at the man who punched fiercely with his green eyes open, but the movements were particularly pleasing to the eye.

In the eyes of the literati, the military generals were also called martial artists by them, and these literati who considered themselves to be high-spirited and upright always felt that the military generals who danced with swords and sticks were vulgar and indecent.

But they don't know that there is a kind of person called Confucian general in this world.

Xiao Changqi has both the demeanor of a Confucian general, but also the anger and tyranny full of blood.

This is a long-standing battlefield and a sea of corpses and blood.

I had seen Xiao Yan and Xiao Ember before New Year's Day, their hands were white and delicate, and they looked unweathered.

But Xiao Changqi is different, his palms are rough, and the tiger's mouth has calluses left by the long-term use of silver guns, which is not like the hands of a noble prince, but like the hands of a peasant man.

New Year's Day sighed lightly, and suddenly felt some sympathy for Xiao Changqi when he was young.

However, her emotions didn't last long before she was disrupted by the current Xiao Changqi.

Seeing that the little bird was staring at him wrongly, Xiao Changqi withdrew his fist, walked over, lifted his clothes and sat on the stone bench.

"Sing a song and listen to it." Xiao Changqi supported his forehead with one hand and said in an indifferent tone, "Yesterday, I heard that Concubine Hui raised a nightingale who can only sing. ”

"Chirp?"

Singing?

What to sing?

Xiao Changqi's eyes were deep and gloomy: "You, a fairy bird who can only seduce people, should also be able to sing little songs, right?" ”

New Year's Day: "......"

She does sing a few modern songs.

But the ancient tunes ......

She really doesn't.

However, she is still a little bird, and when she opens her mouth, she chirps, and men don't know that she is singing.

Hiding his wings in his feathers, New Year's Day squatted on the table with great confidence, tilted his head and began to tweet.