The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 7

Ru Xiaonan was turned around in the teapot until she heard Qing Moyan's voice and tried to stick her head out of the teapot.

But... stuck.

What the hell is this, can't get out?
I tried as hard as I could, but my head still couldn't get out.

She tossed back and forth in the teapot, panting from exhaustion.

Qing Moyan stood there with a dark complexion, he turned his head and seemed to be listening carefully.

Suddenly he crouched down, his sharp eyes scanning the ground.

The ground was in a mess, and he reached out to pick up the teapot.

"Chirp." A faint voice came from the teapot.

Qing Moyan looked down at the teapot, only to see a fluffy pointed mouth protruding from the narrow spout, and her movements involuntarily faltered.

Ru Xiaonan stared pitifully at her green cat eyes: Get me out, I'm stuck.

Qing Moyan's expression became very serious, he looked at the teapot carefully, "How did you get in?"

Ru Xiaonan looked innocent: Don't care about those details, okay?

Qing Moyan pulled the quilt off the bed, covered it on the teapot, and then slammed it down with the hilt of her sword.

Ru Xiaonan, who was plunged into the darkness, felt the teapot shake and made a muffled sound.

A crack appeared on the body of the teapot.

Qing Moyan tore apart the pieces of the teapot, and a black raccoon crawled out in embarrassment.

Because the teapot was originally half filled with tea, Ru Xiaonan's whole body was soaked.

Animal instinct drove her to shake the hair on her neck vigorously after she got out.

After a burst of tea rain, she was going to "enthusiastically" express her gratitude to the "master" who rescued her.

Looking up, I was surprised to see Qing Moyan's face was splashed with tea, and the tea leaves were still sticking to her forehead...

"If you don't want to die, please be quiet." Qing Moyan wiped her face with a handkerchief, then wiped off the tea on her body, and directly lifted her up and put her in neckline.

But this time he was very careful not to let this little thing get inside his coat.

"Listen, from now on, you will hide here, don't move, don't make a sound," he ordered.

Ru Xiaonan nodded obediently.

Qing Moyan tidied up her clothes quickly, and called Xuanyu from outside the door to come in.

"Pack up your things and let's go."

"Go? Where are you going?" Xuanyu looked puzzled.

"Go back to the capital." Qing Moyan took the veiled hat, and covered her face with the black gauze outside the hat.

Although full of doubts, Xuanyu followed up honestly.

The two left the camp all the way, and someone had already prepared horses and was waiting outside the camp gate.

"Master Shaoqing, this is the horse you want." A soldier stepped forward and handed over the reins.

Qing Moyan held the rein in his hand and was about to mount the horse, when he heard someone behind him say: "Young Master Qing, stay a while."

Following the prestige, I saw a young man in plain clothes coming from the camp.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Qing Moyan handed the reins to Xuanyu, and bowed her hands in salute.

"Where is Qing Shizi going?" The prince had a gentle attitude, without any air of arrogance, rather like a refined and elegant young man.

"I'm not feeling well, so I told the emperor for leave, and I'm going back first." Qing Moyan said.

"Oh, that's a pity." The crown prince covered his lips with his sleeve and coughed lightly for a while, "I have heard that Qing Shizi has been in poor health since he was a child, and this hall feels the same way. He came to accompany his father to hunt, but it is a pity that he was not even on the horse. I don’t even have the chance to shoot myself…”

Qing Moyan lowered her head, listening to the prince's continuous "complaints", she frowned slightly.

He is not familiar with the prince, why did the other party come here to tell him these things?

"Your Highness, it's getting late, and I have to hurry, so I'll take my leave first." Qing Moyan saluted hurriedly, without waiting for the crown prince to speak, turned around, took the reins, and got on the horse.

Xuan Yu also got on the horse and followed Qing Moyan, and the two urged the horse to gallop away.

The prince stood at the gate of the camp, looking at the backs of the two war horses going away, his eyes flickered.

At this moment, a white marten jumped out from the grass, and dexterously jumped onto the prince's shoulder.

"Did you find that spirit beast?" the prince asked.

The white sable squeaked twice, looking disappointed.

"Unfortunately, we didn't catch that spirit beast." The prince sighed faintly, then smiled harmlessly again, carelessly teasing the white sable's neck, "Don't worry, we have a bright future..."

(End of this chapter)