Bird Raiders

A Ting did not expect that with his meager skills, he could even control a hundred-year-old spirit grass.

The emerald green spirit grass hovered on the prince's back, swaying and jumping like a living thing, every time it danced, spiritual energy radiated out and landed on the prince's wound, like stars.

Ah Ting was a little ashamed, how could a little monster like him with low morals have the nerve to bother Lingcao?

But the prince is seriously injured. If he doesn’t use the spirit grass, he won’t be able to get out of bed for a month. The prince is very pitiful, and he is a good person. If the spirit grass can talk, he will also want to help him. Thinking of this, Ah Ting felt very uncomfortable some.

Half a stick of incense time passed, Ah Ting gradually began to feel sleepy, his arms became stiff, and his fingers began to lose control. Fortunately, the wound on the prince's back was almost healed, and the open flesh had turned into pink scars. It's not as scary as it used to be.

The moment he stopped his hand, the spirit grass also became dim. There was no starlight surrounding it, but it just fell on the prince's back drooping. Ah Ting carefully put the spirit grass back into the jade bottle, then leaned over and asked the prince, "How about it?" Is it gone?"

The prince didn't believe it at first, it was just a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but slowly he could feel his whole body began to relax, the blood flow accelerated, and the pain in the back wound became less and less. When A Ting asked him, he tried I moved my arms, but I didn't feel anything, and even the wound involving my back didn't feel the pain as I imagined.

He looked at A Ting blankly, and said, "You're pretty good."

Ah Ting wanted to say that it was all thanks to the spirit grass, but the prince praised him again. He had only heard such praise from the prince. He was reluctant to share the praise with others, so he accepted it selfishly.

Ah Ting wanted to help the prince put on his underwear, but as soon as one arm was put on, Ah Ting felt dizzy and couldn't even stand upright. The prince watched him shake from side to side, and then fell straight on himself Come, the prince subconsciously caught it and hugged Ah Ting in his arms.

Ah Ting looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, younger than boys of the same age, and his eyebrows and eyes were still unopened, between childish and delicate, and he always looked at each other innocently when talking, It just added a bit of coquettishness.

The prince thought of Yi Xuan's anger when he heard the word "son", and he knew that this little stupid bird must have grown up in a honey pot.

Probably because he was tired, as soon as the little stupid bird fell into his arms, it looked like a sugar man that had melted. As soon as the prince let go, he fell down like a skeleton. The prince had no choice but to pick him up again.

The little stupid bird's breath sprayed on the prince's chest, and it was hot and humid. The prince couldn't help it, and he couldn't bear to push it. After all, he was his savior.

The prince picked him up horizontally, and was considering whether to send him to the passenger compartment or put him on the floor, when he suddenly lightened his hand, and something fell onto the bed with a plop.

The prince looked down, and it turned out to be Ah Ting's original body, the colorful bird, sleeping on its back at the place where the prince used to lie.

The prince seemed to be seeing a bird for the first time. He sat by the bed, looked at the little thing with interest, plucked its wings, tugged at its claws, and then squeezed A Ting's waist. It bounced twice on his belly.

"The wings are so short and there's so much meat, can they fly?"

Ah Ting was so bullied that he became impatient, turned over and pressed the prince's evil finger with his stomach, pecked lightly, and continued to sleep.

The prince didn't know why, but his heartbeat suddenly beat faster, he withdrew his hand with a cold face, and mercifully threw the little stupid bird into the rolled up quilt.

Ah Ting was buried in the soft bed, the prince could only see a pair of small wings with sharp corners.

Will it be too hot?

Just when he was about to take a look, the door was pushed open a crack, and his attendant was waiting at the door.

The attendant has been by his side for many years, accompanying him from the capital to the frontier, and then from the frontier to the capital. When he was buried unconscious under the cliff in the snow, it was the attendant who dug him out. The attendant is the only one around the prince. someone you can trust.

The prince withdrew his hand, got up and walked to the door, "What's the matter?"

The attendant looked at him, "Your Highness has recovered?"

"Yes, it's almost done."

"Sure enough, as rumored, the three birds in the Prime Minister's Mansion are all extraordinary monsters, and they are destined to be immortals."

"Xianyuan?" The prince sneered, then shook his head and said, "I really can't tell."

"My lord, this subordinate is not joking with you."

The prince's expression became serious.

"According to the rumors and the news that my subordinates inquired at the Prime Minister's Mansion, this bird is an extremely rare brocade bird, and its skin, flesh and bones can be used as medicine," the attendant glanced at A Ting under the quilt, and whispered in his ear: "It's the blind medicine that the emperor wants most. Although I don't know how the prime minister blocked the news, as long as the emperor knows the existence of the brocade bird, the prince will be able to speak in front of the emperor."

The prince sneered and said, "Your Majesty? The one who wanted to punish me with death for a few bugs?"

"That being said, the subordinates also know that the prince is dissatisfied, but now that he has returned to the capital, the prince has to think about his own future. The emperor's time is running out. Once the emperor ascends to heaven, no matter who succeeds the crown prince or the king of Chu, he will be the king. I won't give you a good face."

"Prime Minister Yi will help—"

"How much can Prime Minister Yi help you? He is just afraid that the emperor will covet his celestial bird, so he keeps a secret from others, but the emperor is gone, will the prime minister still be threatened by you? Take a step back and talk about it." , he is still afraid of being known, but his subordinates have heard from his housekeeper that the prime minister has long planned to disarm and return to the fields, and when that day comes, who else will the lord rely on as a backer?"

Seeing that the prince did not speak, the attendant said: "No one can be relied on as a backer, but if the prince can take advantage of the emperor's current illness and present a precious brocade bird to save the emperor's life, the emperor will definitely reward the prince. Don't be rich and rich, and don't live in such fear."

"But Prime Minister Yi...is he speaking for this king in the palace? Isn't this king repaying kindness by doing this?"

"The prime minister is not for you, but for the little son inside, the prince, who is non-toxic and not a husband, so don't talk about friendship in the capital."

"No, it's not what you said."

"My lord, do you want to let today's incident happen again? Why did the poisonous insect die tragically in the palace? It was only at the hands of the eunuch Chen Shiren. Chen Shiren is the prince's confidant. What does this mean that you don't know, prince I have already started to get rid of you, there is no time, my lord!"

The prince has been fighting with heaven and man for a long time, but still has not made a decision, "You let me think about it carefully, think about it carefully."

The prince was sitting at the table, and the cup of tea was already cold.

Until sunset, the sunlight shone in the room, staining the tables, chairs, and cabinets in orange. The prince suddenly heard the sound of water in his ear, turned his head, and saw that A Ting was refilling tea for him at the table.

"woke up?"

A Ting put down the teapot with some embarrassment, "I thought that with the spirit grass, I could last a little longer, but I didn't expect it to be so bad."

The prince took a sip from the cup, and then said, "No, thank you for today."

"You're welcome."

"Aren't you going back? When it's time for dinner, don't the birds all return to their nests?"

"Yes, I have to go back, so that Aning won't be in a hurry."

"Who is Aning?"

"my little sister."

"Same as you?"

"No, she's prettier than me, and she's smarter."

The prince didn't know why, but suddenly laughed, "When you eat dinner, do you turn into birds or people?"

"Most of the time, it's the original body, because my father said, I should cherish and use my spiritual energy, and don't change people just because I have nothing to do."

"That picture...is quite funny."

Ah Ting pursed his lips, "My lord laughed at me again."

When Ah Ting went out, he stretched his foot back just as he stepped out of the threshold. He held the door frame and said to the lord, "Your lord, don't you know my name? You haven't called me by my name once."

The prince looked at him, "Yes, what's your name?"

"My name is Yi Ting, everyone calls me A Ting," A Ting asked while holding the door frame, "What about the prince?"

"The prince is the prince, without a name."