Bird Raiders

Ah Ting didn't sleep all night, he squatted in the tree hole and practiced hard. The moonlight was the most intense at night, sprinkled on the graceful camphor tree, and the spiritual energy scattered from the branches and leaves, meandering into the tree hole, and wrapped around Ah Ting's body. .

Ah Ting dozed off halfway, and just as his eyelids drooped, the prince's words suddenly rang in his ears.

"...If others find out that Prime Minister Yi's son scratched the Seventh Prince's hand, Prime Minister Yi will be in great trouble."

A Ting woke up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and meditated again.

The next morning, Ah Ning came to bring him breakfast, and found that Ah Ting was sleeping soundly in the cave, with his stomach upside down and his wings hanging carelessly from the entrance of the cave.

Aning shook Ah Ting's wings, "Brother, brother."

Ah Ting opened his eyes from his dream, and was pulled up by Aning in a daze. Aning prepared him his favorite crystal worms and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Aning leaned into his ear and whispered, "Osmanthus crisps are bought for you by mother."

A Ting stopped eating the sweet-scented osmanthus petals.

"Yesterday, my mother went to buy it from Master Liang in the south of the city. I asked him why, and he said that Ah Ting likes to eat."

Ah Ting looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus crisps and forgot to chew, Ah Ning smiled at Ah Ting: "By the way, my mother wanted to give it to you yesterday, but you were not here, where did you go?"

Arting opened his eyes wide in surprise, then slowly shook his head.

Aning didn't ask too much. She passed by a Taoist temple yesterday when she was out to play, and there were many novelties in it. When she was still talking to Ah Ting, her mind had already drifted away.

After delivering breakfast, Aning didn't even bother to clean up the dishes, and left under the tree. Ah Ting stayed in the tree hole and felt the spiritual power flowing in his body, which was abundant enough.

When he flew to the window on the second floor of the Nuan Pavilion, the prince was already sitting by the bed waiting for him. Seeing A Ting standing on the window sill, he said neither angry nor happy: "It's so late?"

Thanks to the sleepless night of practice, it was much easier to transform into a human form. In the blink of an eye, the prince from yesterday was standing in front of his eyes.

He really grew up held in the palm of Yi Xuan's hands, a boy who feels so tender that he can squeeze water out of it.

Ah Ting said apologetically, "Sorry, I'm late."

The prince pointed to the copper basin next to him and signaled Ah Ting to wash his face. Ah Ting walked over and tested the water temperature, which was just right.

Ah Ting soaked the veil in the water, wrung it dry, unfolded it and walked in front of the prince. The prince's right hand was wrapped round and round, as if he couldn't take care of himself.

Ah Ting first wiped the prince's chin with a handkerchief, the prince raised his head to look at him, his gaze was fixed on Ah Ting's face, Ah Ting had never been seen like this before, he was a little uncomfortable, and quickly finished wiping the prince's face , and then turned to wash the handkerchief.

The prince smiled lightly towards his back.

After washing his face, Ah Ting brought in the food boxes that the servants put by the door, and put them on the table plate by plate. The prince leaned against the window, overlooking the scenery of the prime minister's mansion.

Ah Ting came over with a bowl of porridge, put a spoonful of porridge in his mouth, blew it to cool, and then brought it to the prince. He bowed his head and drank the porridge.

"Is that man your brother?" the prince asked.

Ah Ting followed the prince's line of sight and saw Jin Yu sitting on the rattan swing in the middle of the back garden. Jin Yu would come to play on the swing every time after Yi Xuan went to court.

Ah Ting took another spoonful, "No, he is my mother."

The prince coughed violently, startling Ah Ting, he tasted the porridge, it was not very hot.

"Isn't he a man?"

"Yes, but he is also my mother."

The prince thought it was ridiculous, "He...how did he give birth to you?"

Ah Ting blew the porridge spoon to cool down again, and fed it into the prince's mouth, "Just lay eggs, and then hatch."

The prince felt that his 24 years of life cognition had been subverted. After finally swallowing the porridge, his eyes suddenly moved down slowly from A Ting's face, and then stopped on A Ting's stomach.

"So, you can give birth too?"

Arting was stunned, as if he had never considered this issue.