Bird Raiders

A Ting has his own room, which is very spacious and beautiful. The mahogany nest where he slept when he was a child is also in it, but A Ting doesn't live there often.

Ah Ting was a little angry. He felt that his cultivation base was too poor. It was too embarrassing for his father to play chess every time he turned into a human form. So he didn't want to live in the room and bore himself in the room all day long. Practice hard in the tree hole.

But Mr. Housekeeper has great confidence in Arting, and every few days he will wait for his servants to clean Arting's room.

Then he said to Ah Ting on the tree, "The young master will definitely cultivate very well, and he can come and go as freely as Madam."

It was even more sad to talk about Ah Ting. He has grown up so much, and he only did one thing of cultivation, but he still couldn't do it well.

Ah Ting didn't know the reason, and what puzzled him even more was that he didn't even know why he devoted himself to cultivating. He didn't like to fight and explore everywhere like Ah Ning, and the spiritual power he practiced seemed useless.

That night, he was beaten up by his father for the first time. He was full of grievances and had no one to tell. He walked to his room, just in time to meet the housekeeper who came out after cleaning up the house. Seeing Ah Ting's dejected expression, he hurried away Come up, "What's the matter, young master?"

"Grandpa housekeeper, daddy won't let me meet the prince anymore."

The butler understood, and wondered why: "The Seventh Prince... Young Master, you are still too young. You don't understand many things. The outside world is different from the prime minister's mansion, and not all the people outside are good people."

"Why do you say that the prince is not a good person?" Ah Ting touched the tears on his face and said dissatisfiedly: "He is obviously very good."

The butler sighed and watched Ah Ting rush into the room angrily.

The butler thought to himself: Sure enough, my lord has protected the young master too well, so I will always suffer in the future if I am so simple.

Ah Ting tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep, and finally returned to his original shape, sleeping in the mahogany nest where he was a child. The cashmere there was still as soft as when he was a child. Ah Ting sniffled and slowly closed his eyes.

When he was about to fall asleep, the appearance of the prince suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was on the prince's bed. The prince hugged him and hugged him very hard. His forehead was pressed against the prince's neck. The prince buried his face in his hair, looking very cold.

After a while, the prince finally let go of him, raised his body to stare at his face, and poked Arting's cheek with his hand.

But Ah Ting slept so deeply that the dimples couldn't show up, the prince started playing tricks again, pinching Ah Ting's small face with two fingers, and the tiger's mouth pressed against Ah Ting's chin, forcing out the shape of dimples on Ah Ting's cheeks .

Ah Ting couldn't be more angry, it's okay for the prince to bully him during the day, but he didn't spare him in his dream, he was about to rush forward, but stopped halfway.

The prince leaned down and kissed his dimple.

kiss...

Just like dad and mom would do.

Ah Ting suddenly became at a loss, the half of his face touched by the prince's lips instantly became hot, he opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was still in the nest.

No, this is a dream, and the dream is false.

A Ting slowly calmed down from the panic.

Before meeting the lord, Ah Ting had almost no dreams, and he slept until dawn.

what happened?

……

Yi Xuan didn't go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion after he left the court, but went to the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

The gate of the Seventh Prince's Mansion was heavily guarded, but Yi Xuan was unstoppable. When he entered, the prince was already sitting at the table waiting.

The table was full of wine and food, just like Yi Xuan was cleaning up the dust for the prince that day.

Yi Xuan walked to the door and said in a deep voice, "I think you should know what your situation is now."

The prince said nothing, but stood up and poured a glass of wine for Yi Xuan.

"My place is surrounded by the prince like an iron prison. Only you dare to come in, Prime Minister, and only you can come in."

"I'm here for Artin."

"I know."

"If you promise that you won't see Artin from now on and have nothing to do with him, I can rescue you."

The prince suddenly smiled, "I'm not asking you to rescue me, so it doesn't matter if you guarantee it or not."

"What? Then how did you get out? Don't you know that the prince is going to attack you?"

"I know, he wanted to kill me, and then put the blame on the king of Chu. A prince died in Beijing for no reason. Although he was an insignificant prince, he was a prince anyway, enough to arouse the people's discussion. The prince and the soldiers of the king of Chu are already in Gathering outside the city, now there is finally a reason to fight each other, accusing each other of killing their own siblings."

"The emperor's illness has dragged on for many years, they can't wait any longer, and you came back at a really bad time."