Chu Yingluo carried the parrot and hummed happily into the palace.
She sang, and the parrot hummed and cooed along with her.
In the room, Mo Beizhi saw a person and a parrot walking in, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Luo'er, where did that parrot come from?"
Chu Yingluo smiled and said, "This is a gift from Concubine Zhuang Xian. Our house is too deserted, so this parrot can just relieve your boredom."
The parrot followed and cried: "Relieve boredom, relieve boredom."
Mo Beizhi frowned slightly.
While talking, Chu Yingluo hung the cage on the window sill of Mo Beizhi's room. As soon as Mo Beizhi raised his eyes, he could see the parrot, with a pair of bright black eyes staring at him: "Gujigugu" grumble......"
Mo Beizhi's eyebrows jumped again.
The parrot spins in circles and sings, looking his best.
Suddenly, Chu Yingluo looked back at him and raised her lips and smiled: "My lord, do you like it?"
Mo Beizhi raised a slight smile on his lips: "I like it."
He can understand Chu Yingluo's intentions, so adhering to the principle of loving the house and the bird, he will also like the parrot.
Seeing that he liked it, Chu Yingluo felt relieved, "Then let this parrot accompany you from now on. If you are bored, you can teach it to talk. It learns very quickly."
Parrot: "Yes."
Chu Yingluo smiled: "Look, how smart it is. This parrot can understand human speech."
Parrot: "The prince likes it, likes the prince, Luoer likes the prince."
Chu Yingluo's smile froze, and she turned to glare at the parrot: "Don't talk nonsense."
The parrot paused for a second and continued shouting: "I have a small treasury to support the prince."
Mo Beizhi was suddenly stunned.
Chu Yingluo was so frightened that her head buzzed, and she hurriedly stretched out her hand to pinch the parrot's beak. How could this stupid parrot, such a stinky parrot, be so good at not imitating, and have such a big mouth, let out the words she muttered on the way.
She warned coldly: "Stinky parrot, I never hit or scold anyone. Be good. If you yell again, I will be the first to beat you and jump up to shovel your earwax."
Chu Yingluo was so anxious that she even blurted out her native dialect.
The parrot flapped its wings vigorously, and there was a flutter in the cage. It finally broke free from Chu Yingluo's restraints, and a few feathers fell off.
After being beaten by Chu Yingluo, Parrot became a lot more honest.
Chu Yingluo turned to look at Mo Beizhi, twitched her lips and said with a smile: "My lord, don't listen to its nonsense, this little beast is very stupid."
Mo Beizhi didn't know what he was thinking. A slight look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He looked at Chu Yingluo and his eyes darkened slightly. Until Chu Yingluo turned around and continued to teach the parrot. After a long time, Mo Beizhi looked at the parrot and a wisp of A smile appeared on his face.
...
Mo Wenhuan arrived a step late. When he arrived at Qinyaxuan, the building was already empty.
Su Mingxuan has already taken Chu Yan away.
Mo Wenhuan asked the innkeeper if Chu Yan had been here before. He gave a rough description of Chu Yan's appearance, but the innkeeper shook his head and said he had never seen it before.
Mo Wenhuan frowned slightly, wondering, could Chu Yingluo be lying to him? It shouldn't be, Chu Yingluo couldn't mess with him over such a trivial matter.
Mo Wenhuan left Qin Yaxuan without finding anything, with an annoyed look on his face.
However, Mo Wenhuan was not completely without gain. At the gate of Lichun Court, he met Mo Jing'an who was about to suppress the bandits.
Li Chun Yuan is a famous flower house in the capital. This Mo Jing'an, if he doesn't go to suppress the bandits, he still has the heart to visit the flower house?
I finally caught his pigtails, but I couldn't let him go.
Like a conspicuous person, he deliberately ran up to Mo Jing'an and taunted him: "Hey, isn't this my second brother? I heard that my father sent you to suppress bandits, why are you still here visiting the flower house? ?You’re not afraid that Father will punish you again if he finds out!”
Hearing Mo Wenhuan's voice, Mo Jingan stopped suddenly. Just as he was about to enter Lichun Courtyard, he met Mo Wenhuan. He was really unlucky for eight lifetimes.
He turned to stare at him and said coldly: "Father asked me to go suppress the bandits, but he didn't say to go right away. I'll come here tonight to have some fun first, and then go back tomorrow, okay?"
He spoke confidently, and then said sarcastically: "What? Are you going to complain to Father again? Do you know what you look like? People like you who like to complain are usually called gutter rats. They are smelly and disgusting. .”
Seeing that he was acting like this, Mo Wenhuan was still angry, and he couldn't help but feel angry. How could he, a down-and-out man who had been deprived of his title, had his house confiscated, and was punished to suppress bandits, be qualified to mock him?
Mo Wenhuan sneered and said: "You are the stinky rat in the gutter. You pee and look at yourself. The abscesses on your face are not healed yet, so you come out to have fun. You are not afraid of your ugly face." Does your face look scary?"
Mo Jing'an's face sank when he poked a sore spot. He came to Lichun Court to have some fun just because he was upset when he saw the scars on his face. These brothel girls are lowly, and as long as they are given money, they will be more beautiful. Even the ugly ones are taken care of.
Besides, he didn't know when he would be able to come back from this trip to suppress bandits, and he didn't know if his life could be saved, so he wanted to indulge for a while before leaving.
Now when Mo Wenhuan said it, his face was ruined again, but he refused to admit defeat: "I have scars on my face, but that's better than you. At least I have the freedom to have fun. Unlike you, a wife takes care of everything." Yan, not even fun."
Then, he looked down with contempt and disdain: "How can you, a non-competent person, have the right to mock me? Are you envious of my healthy descendants?"
