Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 115

A black speck quickly swept across the sky, and A-Zun landed on the window sill, it shook its feathers, flapped its wings, then bit his cuff, and took his hand on the window sill back into the cloak.

Azun has become very majestic, and its feathers have become smoother, but its size has not grown up yet.

Lian Shen touched its head slightly, "Where did you go to play?"

Ah Xun let out a cry, flew to Lian Shenwei's shoulder, hit his head towards the window, with a click, the wooden stick supporting the window was knocked down, and the window was tightly closed.

It flew to the perching stick hanging beside the bed, glanced at its owner and then at the bed.

Lian Shen shook his head slightly: "I don't want to sleep."

"You are spiritual."

A-Zun shook his hair again.

It can't see the sickness when it first came to the Prince Regent's Mansion, but there is a reason for it to be like this.

Even if he took good care of his body and didn't go to court, even Shen Wei's body was very weak. Not long after Feng Ke left, he caught another cold, and with the change of weather, he could only bear it by himself, coughing Very serious.

A-Zun was also very ill, he was so sick that he ate everything, and he didn't watch one, he was confused and accidentally pecked a few mouthfuls of blood from his handkerchief after washing.

It didn't work right then and there.

Lian Shenwei had no choice but to put it on the table and watch it all night.

He asked someone to prepare A'Zun's favorite meat strips, and regarded it as a farewell for him during this time.

That whole night, A'Xun convulsed, blood spit out from his beak, the light in those beast eyes was so dizzy, even Shen Wei thought it was going to die a few times, but it managed to survive.

While the whole body of the bird trembled in pain, he tried his best to bite the strip of meat in his hand, and he knew to take a rest when he was tired.It seems to be replenishing energy for himself, the wildness and tenacity of not admitting defeat and desperately wanting to live, vividly made Lian Shenwei see the bully aura of "King of Hades, stay away from your father".

Lian Shenwei moved away the hand that wanted to help it leave without pain, and really watched and stayed with him all night.

When it was daylight, Azun suddenly vomited out all the food he ate, but the whole bird regained its vigor, flapping its wings unsteadily, and fell down in Lian Shenwei's arms.

After a while, Ah Xun learned by himself without a teacher, and would go out to fly high in the dead of night or when there was no one on the road.

I don't know if fighting poison with poison turned out to be the antidote, anyway, Ah Xun survived like that.

Perhaps it was because Lian Shenwei was with him that night, and he had a little extra dependence and trust on the human who raised it.

It is very smart, observing Mingzhu and Tiannan's way of taking care of Lian Shenwei, it has gradually become one of the qualified stalkers.

Ah Xun tilted his head and looked towards the door.

Seeing its movements, even Shen Wei turned his head away.

Tian Nan came over with a secret letter in his hand, "Master, the frontier battle report."

Lian Shenwei reached out to take it, opened it to look at it, and glanced through it quickly, his brows and eyes relaxed slightly, "Good news."

But it's just good news, the northern barbarians are coming fiercely, the frontier is bitterly cold, and there is still a long time to fight.

Li Ningfeng was guarding at the frontier, his health had already recovered, and the worst outcome would not be too bad.

The general trend is positive.

"The imperial court can also breathe a sigh of relief."

["Little uncle, wait for me!"

"Wait for Jing Jue!"

The child suddenly exclaimed, and the whole person flew up, and the teenager hugged him and jumped up to the roof, "Hush, be quiet, I sneaked back, and this is my father's wine cellar, why are you here? You won't block me specifically, will you?"

The child blinked his eyes weirdly: "No."

"Is the little uncle coming to do something bad?"

The young man snorted, "What a bad thing, I'm doing a good thing."

"Your grandfather collected so many good wines, and if he didn't drink any of them, wouldn't that be a waste? It's a great disappointment to the good wines, and a gentleman would despise them."

He took out a small bottle from his pocket, "This bottle is called Kunshan Broken. The brewing method is said to have been lost. I don't know where the old man got such a bottle."

After unscrewing it, the boy quickly took a sip, and the aroma of the wine came out.

The child swallowed, "I want it too."

The boy readily agreed and fed him a little bit, about the size of a child's fingernail.

The wine was really good. When the child woke up again, he found himself imprisoned with his little uncle. He smacked his lips and wanted to cry, and then he was wrapped in a quilt indiscriminately.

The boy hugged him in a ball and patted him coaxingly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, little uncle is here."

With a sleepy voice, he sang a humming song with a soft Jiangnan accent.

……

When the screen turned, it was the black hem embroidered with the dark pattern of the royal family again, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. ]

Ying Jingjue opened her eyes suddenly, dripping with cold sweat, her heart was beating extremely fast, and the picture in the dream faded away little by little.

The frequency of his dreams is getting higher and higher. Sometimes he feels warmth, sometimes fear, and sometimes panic. He would not remember anything after waking up.

But this time he tried his best to recall, and finally caught some fragments.

The young emperor murmured hesitantly: "Little uncle?"