Chapter 137: Writing about the war 7

Since then, Yuan Qing didn't dare to invite Xiao Changqi to any flower shop anymore.

Even places like the painting boat didn't dare to invite the Qianwang.

But Xiao Changqi, who has been there once, should have listened to it and heard it all.

"Chirp?"

What is Ruyi Fang?

Is it also a green house?

Can she go?

Xiao Chang frowned, and suddenly felt that what the little bird said was not a good thing, so he ignored her, and only said, "Don't have anything you want?" ”

New Year's Day thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Chirp." ”

It seems that there is nothing to want.

I wanted to go to Tongzhou with you, but you didn't agree.

"Add five more bamboos a day?" Xiao Changqi hugged the bird and walked towards the house.

"Chirp."

I'm losing weight!

Don't try to tempt me with food.

New Year's Day slapped his wings on the back of the man's hand very spinely, and after half a second, he still couldn't help it: "Chirp? ”

Do you want to add three?

The bird didn't know where to find the red dye and applied it to its feathers, causing them to freeze together.

Xiao Changqi asked people to boil hot water and bring it in, untied the ribbons on the bird's body and wings, and tested the water temperature before putting the bird in.

Since Green Sprout was sent to take care of the sparrows, the work of bathing the birds naturally fell on Xiao Changqi.

Xiao Changqi did not dislike this "dirty" bad bird, and first used a comb specially made for the bird to help the bird comb the knot on the feathers.

"Chirp!"

The Qianwang who did this kind of thing for the first time was still unfamiliar with some business, and the strength in his hands was not well controlled, which seemed to hurt the bird.

"Chirp."

You tap it.

What if my feathers are ripped off?

Xiao Changqi poked the bad bird and said indifferently: "You deserve it." ”

New Year's Day retorted unhappily: "Chirp." ”

Who am I doing this for?

Xiao Changqi: "......"

Xiao Changqi didn't speak, but his movements were deliberately lightened, and he slowly helped the bird groom.

After a stick of incense.

The clot on the bird's body had just been completely finished, and the water had already cooled.

Xiao Changqi wrapped the bird in a cloth towel and hugged it out, and suddenly, the man moved.

At this time, King Qianwang remembered that although this little bird was a bird on the outside, its soul was actually a human.

Still a woman.

Xiao Changqi: "......"

There's a subtle feeling.

"Chirp." On New Year's Day, he was stunned when he saw the man hugging him, he didn't know what the man was thinking, and urged him to hurry up and ask someone to change the water.

This roaring little appearance really looks like the bridegroom who is thinking about the cave house.

Xiao Changqi put the bird down silently, and then raised his voice to call people in and change the hot water.

On New Year's Day, he was lazily lying on the cloth towel, most of the red dye on his body had been washed off, and the pink feathers were lighter on one side and darker on the other.

On New Year's Day, I felt that I could come to a massage service, and hummed a little song happily, but unfortunately it was full of tweets as soon as I came out.

Xiao Changqi raised his eyebrows and looked at the bird's appearance, and suddenly felt that he was worried.

Bird didn't realize that she was still a woman.

Or rather, the bad bird has forgotten that he is a human being.

When the next person came in with a basin of hot water again, Xiao Changqi, who still had some mustard in his heart, didn't use his hands to rub the bird this time.

"Chirp?"

The bird, who was waiting for the man's bathing service, waited for a long time and didn't see the man move, and couldn't help but raise his little bean eyes curiously to look at the man.

Why don't you take a shower for me?

Understanding the meaning of the bird's gaze, Xiao Changqi raised his eyebrows and said, "This king is tired." ”

Thinking that the man had also been running around for a day, he no longer pestered on New Year's Day: "Chirp." ”

All right.

I rub it myself.