The prince banged his fingers on the table, and seemed to be meditating, but he did not speak for a long time.

Yan Ge bowed his head and remained silent.

When I returned home in the afternoon, someone in the palace gave a prince a relatively rare bald eagle child.

How terrible the **** would be when he grows up beside the bird cage.

The Prince listened with great interest, but after the **** left, he asked the palace person to send a knife.

He cut the throat of the baby hawk that might become the eagle king in the future.

Blood splashed on Yan Ge's face.

Palace people brought in towels and water.

She took the towel and wiped the prince's face and hands, and the prince's eyes kept staring at the birds no longer struggling in the bird cage.

Yange asked him, "Don't like this eagle?"

"Like," said the Prince. "I like it."

After a pause, he said, "But the eagle should fly in the sky. It is an insult to it to keep it in a cage. I like it so much that I can't bear to let it go back to the sky. It would be better to kill it and save it. "

"You can raise it, maybe it admires you, and you don't want to return to the sky."

"It was not easy to raise it, and I would like it more then." Prince Edward said, "But if its wings are tough at that time, it will be sad to fly away."

He looked at Yange with a sad face, and his thin shoulders made him look so fragile.

But the words were a little speechless because of his words.

The prince's hand was scratched two times by the bird's paw, and Yange helped him apply medicine.

He held Yange's hand when Yange was about to retract his hand: "Jun."

"Ok?"

"Doesn't you think that the naive bird looks like you?" He looked at her with a smile, his eyes soft, just like looking at his loved one.

Yange was a spirit in his heart.

Anyway, this is still warning her.

She bowed her head and closed her eyes.

The Prince continued, "Jun Jun, don't worry, you are different from it."

"That's just a beast, but you are my beauty."

His voice was long, word by word, and his voice was full of affection.

The words were a little creepy to hear.

"The beauty is always late." She smiled, looking up at the helpless but confused Prince: "Hongyan always has white hair. By then, how does your Highness think of me?"

The prince's finger touched her face, a little, slowly depicting her delicate features: "In my heart, even if you become a piece of loess, it will be my beauty."

He put his finger on his lips and held down Yange's lips, and pressed back the words he wanted to export, and continued to say, "Beauty is not in the skin, Junjun, you are in love."

Words of Song: ...

How could this man's love words always make her hear chills and goosebumps.

This can also be regarded as a skill.

The chicken sighed sighingly: "This is really hypocritical. If you become an ugly person with squinting eyes and crooked mouth, you won't believe that he can speak to you."

The words are deeply sympathetic.

"Why not hang up," said the cub. "This guy should have lost power in the host's lifetime."

The chicken was very displeased to see the prince, and could not wait to choke himself.

"I didn't enter the palace this time." Yan Ge sighed: "Probably the fate of many people has changed."

Chicken: "So what's the point of hurrying into the palace with this guy who can't give you sex?"

Yange: "I'm not the same as you. I think spiritual love is pretty good."

The sneer sneered: "You're full."

Song: "You're right."

The chicken did not speak for a long time, and the wood was tired, but it had not even seen a meaty fish, and it felt miserable.