Chapter 408: Drunk Eagle

It was only four words, but Shen Qingci knew it, he would agree, and he would agree.
"Thank you," Shen Qingci helped the golden eagle to smooth the feathers on his body again. The golden eagle narrowed his eyes, and then flew up, but instead of flying outside, he flew towards the house, needless to say. , It went to find Shen Dingshan wine to drink.
Sure enough, the one who had fallen off the road had already flown into the courtyard of Shen Dingshan.
"You are here,'" Shen Dingshan smiled, and then took the hip flask, poured himself a glass, and poured another glass for the Golden Eagle.
The golden eagle jumped onto the table and stuffed his long mouth into the wine glass until it was finished.
Shen Dingshan also drank glass by glass, "Jiu Fengzhi has a thousand cups," he sighed, then patted the golden eagle's head, "I can't think of Shen Dingshan's best confidant, but it is an eagle?"
"But it doesn't matter, whether it's a human or a eagle, as long as it can drink with me."
He filled himself with another glass of wine, and the more he drank, he became sober.
"What should I do with my little A Ning?" He sighed, feeling uncomfortable.
"It's all the Qi Yuan. When Shen Dingshan smashes the wine glass in his hand, I will see what kind of retribution he will receive?"
Did you say that, Shen Dingshan poured an extra cup, he poured it cup by cup, and the golden eagle also drank cup by cup. When the woman outside came to clean up the yard, he found that one person and one sculpture were all lying down. On the table, especially the golden eagle, had to soak his hair in wine, and now he is still drinking.
Shen Qingci helped the golden eagle wash the feathers on his body. It felt a little ugly, but fortunately, it was so good that the smell of wine was reduced, and the smell of wine could still be smelled. After drying, the eagle still doesn’t wake up. Of course, it also lost a lot of hair. Fortunately, the golden eagle is drunk now. Otherwise, if I know that I have lost so many feathers, I don’t know if it is. It's not those hairs that love me to death.
This carving has two weird problems. One is that it loves to eat, and the other is that it loves its own hair. If a feather falls, it will be seen for a long time in front of that feather, and it has to give feathers to it with its mouth. I don't know where it was placed, but this time it has lost a lot of hair, and I don't know if it falls like this, it will directly become a bald eagle.
Just what to do now, "White Bamboo."
Shen Qingci called Baizhu with a headache.
"En, I am here," Bai Zhu walked out from one side, and Shen Qingci had long been accustomed to her fascination. It was possible where she came out, and it was not surprising where she appeared.
"You send it back."
Shen Qingci handed the golden eagle wrapped in cloth to Baizhu. I don't know how to wake it up. It is kept in the Shuo Palace, they should know.
"Okay," Bai Zhu promised, and he tied the golden eagle to his shoulders as if he was retaliating, and went out directly, and if you carry the eagle like this, will the hair fall off? More.
Shen Qingci stood up and went to see the children. There were already several empty yards in the incense-making room. Now that there are a dozen children, there is no waste of space.
There is a long bunk inside. A child can sleep on a small side. They are small. No matter how long the bunk is, they can sleep. Each of them has a place to sleep and a new bedding. There is a small cabinet with their things. They work here. No matter how young they are, they will have their own moon silver. Shen Qingci is also right. The children are small, but they start to work. It's not sloppy at all. Even the two-year-old rabbits and bears have very flexible hands. They can do it just by putting the medicine in the bottle, and of course they can also do it. I like the place where I live very much, and the sister of the benefactor, the sister of the benefactor is really good, take them home, give them food and drink, if they are not allowed to do things, they are not willing, they now use their hands to support For themselves, they feel very happy.
Shen Qingci stood by the window for a while. The children were all asleep, covered with thick and clean quilts, and they finally could sleep well.
Shen Qingci walked out and sat down on the stone table again. She leaned her body to one side, looking at the crescent moon in the sky.
"Respect for your coldness."
She had a drink.
"To your loneliness."
She had another drink.
"Toast us a cup."
She had another drink.
At this time, the stars are sparse and the moon is bright, but the wind is slightly cool.
Bai Zhu waited in front of the gate of Shuo Palace, and soon someone came to open the door.
"I will give you something."
She relieved her burden on her shoulders, and then showed the drunk eagle to the guard at the door. This golden eagle is the most special existence in Shuowang's mansion, and no one would not know it.
When the guard at the door saw the golden eagle that was going to be bald, the corners of his eyes twitched a few times. Isn't this the eagle of the prince? But that eagle is very arrogant and cruel. It has been bitten in the palace. Everyone who bites is afraid of it. This eagle was fed by the prince himself, but what happened? Is it going to fall out?
They all heard that the eagle raised by the prince loves his hair very much, the hair that has fallen out. It has to be picked up by itself. How many roots have been dropped now, and this sculpture seems to be rolling its eyes all the time, isn't it dead?
Ji Wei at the door hurriedly let Bai Mei in, and also led her to the place where Brando Hengsi lived.
Lao Hengxi has never liked too fancy things, and he is not in Beijing all the time. There are few people living in this palace. There are not many sceneries in the courtyard. There is only a path made of bluestone and planted around. Some trees are simple and quiet, but they are also quiet.
At the door of a small courtyard, two guards stood, and they were evergreen and long watch. They naturally knew Baizhu.
"Is it drunk?"
Chang Geng poked the hair on the golden eagle's body, still drunk.
"I told the prince to go."
Chang Geng turned around and walked in. After a while, he came out again, and then arched his hand to Bai Zhu. "The prince said, thank you for sending it back. It must be a trouble for you. The wine is not very good."
"Don't dare," Bai Zhu also arched his hand to them, then turned around and left here. She just sent the carving back. Now that the carving has been delivered, she should also go back.
Chang Geng took the drunk and muddy sculpture from Bai Zhu's hand, and then walked in.
Luo Hengli put down the book in his hand, and then took the carving from Chang Geng's hand. Although the carving still smelled of wine, it was cleaned and incense was used.