Chapter 410

It's only four words, but Shen Qingci knows it. He will agree, and he will.

"Thank you," Shen Qingci helped jindiao smooth his feathers. The Golden Eagle squinted and flew. But it didn't fly outward, but flew toward the house. Needless to say, it went to Shen Dingshan to drink wine.

If it is true, the one who is familiar with the road has already flown to the courtyard of shendingshan.

"You're here," Shen Dingshan said with a smile. He took the wine pot, poured himself a cup, and then poured a cup to jindiao.

Jindiao jumped on the table and stuffed his long mouth into the wine glass, until he was drunk.

Shen Dingshan was also drinking one cup at a time. "A thousand cups of wine are less than a bosom friend," he sighed, and then patted the head of the Golden Eagle. "Can't you imagine that my best friend, Shen Dingshan, is an eagle?"

"But it doesn't matter, whether it's a person or a sculpture, as long as you can drink with me."

He poured himself another glass of wine until he was sober.

"What can my little ah Ning do?" He sighed, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

"It's all the damned Qiyuan. Shen Dingshan smashes the wine cup in his hand, and I'll see what kind of retribution he will suffer?"

Did you say that Shen Dingshan poured one more cup, he poured one cup at a time, and the golden carving also drank one cup at a time. As a result, when the woman outside came to clean up the yard, he found that one person and one carving were all lying on the table, especially the golden eagle, who was about to soak his hair in the wine, and now he is still dizzy after drinking.

SHEN Qingci helps jindiao Washing the feathers on his body is a little ugly, but fortunately, the smell of wine is less, that is, it can smell the smell of wine. When the hair on its body is wiped dry, the eagle still does not wake up. Of course, a lot of hair has fallen off. Now the golden eagle is drunk. Otherwise, if you know that you have lost so many feathers, you can still smell it I don't know if I'm heartache for those hairs.

This carving has two strange problems: one is to eat, the other is to love its own hair. If a feather falls off, you will see it for half a day staring at that feather, and it has to pick up the feather with its mouth. I don't know where to put it. But this time, it has lost a lot of hair, and I don't know whether it will become a bald eagle directly.

What to do now, "white bamboo."

Shen Qingci cried out white bamboo with headache.

"Well, I'm here," Bai Zhu came out from one side, and Shen Qingci was used to her haunting appearance. It's possible for her to come out from anywhere, and it's no accident where she appears.

"Send it back."

Shen Qingci gave the golden carving wrapped in cloth to Bai Zhu. I don't know how to wake it up. It's raised by Shuo Wang Fu. They should know.

"Good," the white bamboo promised, and tied the golden carving to his shoulder like a tie of revenge, and went out directly. And with the carving like this, would you lose more hair.

Shen Qingci stood up and went to see the children. There were several empty yards in the incense making room. Now that there are more than a dozen children, there is no waste of space.

There is a long shop inside. A child can sleep a little while. They are small. No matter how long it is, they can sleep. Each of them has a place to sleep, a new bed of bedding, and a small cabinet with their things. They work here. No matter how small the children are, they will have their own monthly silver. Shen Qing, however young, has his own money The children are young, but they don't do things carelessly. Even if they are more than two years old, their hands are very flexible. Just put the medicine into the bottle, they can do it. Of course, they also like the place where they live, and the benefactor sister is so kind that she can take them back Home, give them food and drink. If they are not allowed to do things, they are not willing to do it. They are now supporting themselves with both hands, and they feel very happy.

Shen Qingci stood at the window for a moment. The children were all asleep. Thick and clean quilts covered their bodies. They could sleep safely.

Shen Qingci came out and sat down at the stone table. She leaned her body to one side and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.

"To your indifference."

She had a drink.

"To your loneliness."

She had another drink.

"A toast to us."

She had another drink.

At this time, the stars are sparse and the moon is bright, and the wind is cool.

Bai Zhu was waiting in front of the door of the Shuo palace, and soon someone came to open the door.

"I'll send you something."

She untied her burden on her shoulder, and then showed the drunken carving to the guard at the door. This golden carving is the most special one in the mansion of King Shuo. I think no one knows it.

When the guard at the door saw that it was a golden eagle that was going to be bald, the corner of his eyes twitched a few times. Could this be the eagle of the Lord? But that carving is very arrogant, and it is also the ferocity of ten sycophants. It has been bitten up and down in the palace, and other people are afraid of it. This carving was raised by the Lord himself. But what's the matter? Why are all the hairs on his body going to fall off?They all heard that this eagle raised by the LORD loves his own hair, and the hair that falls off. It has to be picked up by itself. How many roots have been lost now, and it seems that the carving is still rolling its eyes all the time. Can't it be dead?

Ji Wei at the door lets Bai Mei come in, and takes her to the place where she lives.

Luo hengxiu never liked anything too fancy, and he was not in Beijing all the year round. There was not much scenery in the courtyard. There was only a path made of bluestone, surrounded by some trees. It was simple, quiet, but also quiet.

At the gate of a small courtyard, two guards stood. They were evergreen and Changgeng. Naturally, they knew Baizhu.

"Is he drunk?"

Chang Geng pricked the hair on the golden carving, but he was still drunk.

"I told the Lord to go."

Changgeng turned around and walked in. After a while, he came out again, and then gave a bow to the white bamboo. "The LORD said, thank you very much for sending it back. It must have caused you trouble. The wine of this carving is not very good."

"No," Bai Zhu arched at them, then turned around and left. She just sent the carving back. Now that the carving has been delivered, she should go back.

Chang Geng took over the statue from Bai Zhu's hand and walked in.

Luo Heng thought put down the book in his hand, and then took the sculpture from Changgeng's hand. He saw that although there was still some wine smell on the sculpture, it was cleaned up and used incense.

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