Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 588 The Pit Depth 114 Meters A Pleasant Fall (3)
"It's best not to go, rest at home." He replied lightly.

"Xiao Liulang, you..." Mo Jiu became anxious and glared at him.

Xiao Qian couldn't help laughing at her small appearance of not wanting to suffer at all, "Yes, my family has no grandfather, but a little ancestor." He raised his hand to tie the belt of the wind cloak for her, hugged her lightly, and went Walk to the right side of the ruins, "Little ancestor, step carefully."

"That's about the same." Mo Jiu lowered his head and chuckled, "However, from what it looks like, Lord Shi Jun sneaked in too?"

"No." He looked serious, "I walked in."

Mo Jiu glanced at him, teased a few words, and walked with him through a charred stone gate.

As the light changed from dark to bright, she squinted her eyes slightly, raised her head inadvertently, and suddenly saw a bird with a crest on its head "thumping" flying out from above the stone gate.The little bird was very nimble, wandering in the wind and snow, making "coo-coo" a few times, then landed on the snow again, beaking as it walked, as if searching for food.

"This bird is so beautiful, and it wears a feather crest."

It's hard to see clearly from such a distance, but the feathers on the bird's body are brightly colored, the crest is soaring, and the posture is lively and cute. Mo Jiu couldn't help admiring it.

Xiao Qian was slightly taken aback, "Ah Jiu likes it?"

With a sound of "En", Mo Jiu reluctantly glanced at the bird, and was about to pull him away.Xiao Qian didn't move, he suddenly squeezed a snowball, and with a flick of his sleeve, the snowball was thrown out.

With a cry of "goo", the bird fell softly on the ground.

"...What are you doing?" Mo Jiu was depressed.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." He replied frankly.

"I don't like dead."

"Not dead, not injured, just scared."

"Really?" Mo Jiu glanced at him suspiciously. How accurate is this to keep the bird from getting hurt, but it paralyzed to the ground in fright?
As they were talking, the two of them walked towards the bird. Mo Jiu blamed her mouth, but she was flattered in her heart - there was a man who read what she thought, thought what she thought, and was willing to fulfill her wish for her, even if It's a trivial matter, and he takes it seriously. Isn't this happiness?

She looked down at the struggling bird on the snow. She was about to hold it with her hand, but when she reached the middle, she was startled suddenly, and she withdrew her hand, not touching it again.

Xiao Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, "When did Ah Jiu become Ye Gong?"

"I'm not Mr. Ye. I'm not good at dragons or birds. I have to be a man." Without raising his head, Mo Jiu stared at the bird, still refusing to touch it.

The bird seemed to sense danger, fluttered its wings, and looked at her with frightened pea eyes.

"It seems that you are not injured. You can take a rest and fend for yourself." After Mo Jiu finished speaking, he left without caring about the bird, dragging Xiao Qian's arm.

Xiao Qian was puzzled, "Why don't you want it again?"

Mo Jiu was silent for a moment, "Xiao Liulang, have you ever heard of a bird called stinky goo?"

Xiao Qian moved his sleeves slightly, turned his head and glanced at the bird that fluttered its wings again, circled twice in the wind and snow and then landed, his voice sank slightly, "I heard, it is said that it is a tomb bird, and it likes to live in the tomb."

"Yes. It's called Hoopoe. In our hometown, it's also called Skunk Goo. They like to live in graves...and eat carrion. It seems that the dead in Yushitai Prison attracted it."

Xiao Qian glanced at her, didn't say anything more, but put his arms around her waist, turned around the stone gate, went up a slope, and walked towards a disused stone platform.

Under the heavy snowfall, the original stone platform could not be seen clearly, but Mo Jiu could probably guess that it should be a sentry post of a prison before it caught fire.

(End of this chapter)