The Eight Winds of Rebirth

Gu Xiangtan only felt a black shadow flash in front of his eyes, and then his shoulders were heavy, and a huge object stopped on the side of his face. He turned his head slightly and met a pair of piercing eyes. Those eagle eyes were round, deep and bright, full of animal nature. It seemed to be staring at himself with interest, while its sharp and pointed beak shone with a faint cold light, swinging back and forth like two thin blades on Gu Xiangtan's cheeks which were only an inch away.

Seeing this scene, everyone in front of them couldn't help but tremble.

The prince was so frightened that he lost his mind, while Zhao Jie frowned, as if he was thinking about what to do, only Zhao Ze couldn't help crying.

"Ling, Ling Buddha, don't move around, it will peck you!"

"My lord..." Su Xi and An Yin were also so shocked that their faces were white as snow, and they couldn't help shouting at the people around them, "Why are you all standing there stupidly, think of a way!"

After a long while, He Xi murmured softly with a bitter face: "Don't move rashly, if it is startled, it will just open its mouth." I have only seen this crazy bird the day before yesterday, and the pheasants and ducks are not enough to touch in his hands. , the claws can be split into two with a light tear, and the bird's beak is sharper than a knife, just like the one that grabbed Chen Cai just now, if someone accidentally grabbed the face, or eyes, or neck……

He Xi shivered, not daring to continue thinking.

Gu Xiangtan on the other end was calmer than them, with his back straight all the time, seeing no one to speak, he just said cautiously: "You find something, distract it's attention, and then..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Qiongqi moved a little closer, looking curiously at Gu Xiangtan's moving pink lips, the thin feathers brushed against his neck, making cold sweat drip down, and also made him feel cold. Gu Xiangtan swallowed the second half of the sentence reluctantly.

"...Look, look for it quickly, catch a sparrow, or some other living thing..." Zhao Mian lost his senses, and quickly regained his composure and ordered.

If you find a living thing, you will feed that poor man. It would be too inappropriate to kill and shed blood in this Buddhist classroom, and the Zen masters on both sides who were about to come in to give lectures couldn't bear it. Zhu shook his head, but he didn't have any idea, he could only keep chanting "Amitabha" and closed his eyes.

"How long will it take to catch another bird?" Zhao Jie interrupted the out-of-the-ordinary approach, "It's better to hire someone quickly, sprinkle some blood on him, and tell him to run forward. Guaranteed to follow." As he spoke, he thought it was interesting and wanted to smile, but when he curled his lips, he realized that the situation was not right, and hurriedly pressed the curve back.

As soon as Zhao Jie's words fell, the servants in the hall couldn't help tightening their scalps. The third son usually looks like a human being, but everyone has heard in private that he has a violent temper and never shows mercy to his servants. There is even more lawlessness in the palace, but now that he has thought of this method, he is naturally afraid that he is the one being missed. It's no big deal if it's disabled.

Among them, Chen Cai received the most attention. He did not hesitate, and took a step forward to take on this task.

At this time, a hand stopped him. The skin was fat and slender, and it was half-hidden in Yuebai's sleeve, with a snow-white handkerchief between his fingers, and handed it to Chen Cai.

Chen Cai was dumbfounded, and looked up, was it the sixth son?

Seeing that Chen Cai was not moving, Zhao Yuan stepped forward and patted his hand covering the wound away, and applied a juan kerchief to his bloody hole, and within a moment, the white kerchief was stained red.

Zhao Yuan took back the blood-stained handkerchief, and signaled Chen Cai to stand further away. Mou Fei was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhao Yuan's eyes.

Zhao Yuan looked at Gu Xiangtan seriously, frowned slightly, as if she was trying to call the bird's gaze, but at this moment, a soft whistle sounded, the sound was far away, but It was very long, and floated leisurely from outside the window. Zhao Yuan heard it. Anyone who learns martial arts should be able to hear it. Naturally, the bird can also hear it.

Although it was only for a moment, what Zhao Yuan wanted was exactly such a good opportunity!

Taking advantage of Qiongqi's head tilted slightly by the whistling sound, Zhao Yuan suddenly tapped her toes, flipped over, and threw the handkerchief in her hand towards the wind. Yes, spread its wings suddenly, raised its head and let out a long whistle, the sound of the bird singing was as clear as a chime, and it also implied a ferocious killing spirit, which shocked everyone in the field with dizzy eyes, buzzing and tinnitus, not to mention Gu Xiangtan was not an inch away from him.

Gu Xiangtan's head froze, his eyes suddenly went dark, his whole body was shaking and he was about to fall, but when he suddenly felt the weight of his shoulders sinking, he gritted his teeth and supported the wall to stabilize his body, opened his blurred vision to Zhao Yuan looked over.

The bird's claw hook tore through Gu Xiangtan's robe and sank into his flesh. Accompanied by the cracking sound of "stabbing", Qiongqi jumped up from Gu Xiangtan's shoulder and slid towards Zhao Yuan.

At the same moment, Zhao Yuan took advantage of her strength to leap into the air again, picked up the table curtain on the desk and perched in front of her body, shook the cloth, opened her hands, and evenly covered the bird's head inside.

It's just that the pheasant bird was also fierce, its sharp claws immediately tore a hole in the curtain, and seeing that it was about to break free again, Gu Xiangtan caught a glimpse of Mou Fei who was approaching, and pulled out the saber from his waist with his backhand, facing Zhao Yuan lost it.

"Sixth son!"

Out of the corner of Zhao Yuan's eyes, she saw the cold light of the weapon. She raised her leg sideways and kicked, changing the route of the sword's edge, and flew straight to the bird. The ring was inserted into the shaft of the pillar in the hall, and it actually nailed the chain on which the falcon was tied in place!

After another flutter, the bird realized that there was no way to escape, and finally calmed down slowly.

The hall was silent for a long while, as if shocked by the process, a short pause brought everyone back to their senses.

"Young master... are you okay?"

Su Xi stared at Gu Xiangtan's face, then looked over his shoulder, too frightened to keep his mouth shut.

Gu Xiangtan only felt that his shoulders were hot, and he raised his hand to touch his cheek again, his fingertips were slightly bloodshot.

He looked at Zhao Yuan's hanging hand, and shook his head at Su Xi, but he still said: "Tell the imperial physician."

……

In a side hall of Guozi Temple, the imperial physician was diagnosing Gu Xiangtan's pulse.

Gu Xiangtan's face was slightly pale, but he still smiled and said, "It's just a small injury, nothing serious."

The head of the Supreme Hospital shook his white beard, frowned for a long time, and said hesitantly, "I'm afraid...that bird has animal disease."

"Then what kind of medicine should I use?!" Su Xi was in a hurry.

Gu Xiangtan interrupted him, "His Royal Highness, how can he be ill? The imperial physician should not worry too much, just prescribe some recuperating medicine."

The imperial physician also felt that he had said something wrong, so he nodded in agreement.

Gu Xiangtan turned to look aside and asked, "How is the sixth son?"

Zhao Yuan's hand was not noticed when she was grasping the falcon just now, and it was also cut open by the sharp blade, and she has just been diagnosed and treated by the imperial physician.

The head of the courtyard said: "It's also a traumatic injury, and the Lingfo's is relatively deep."

Zhao Yuan said softly, "I'm fine." Then, she took out another bottle from her bosom, and handed it to the imperial physician, "Is this trauma medicine suitable?"

The imperial doctor put the porcelain bottle on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, his eyes lit up, and he nodded, "Honey, chicken skin, pomegranate flowers... are all good things to stop bleeding and heal."

Zhao Yuan said "hmm".

The imperial physician was coming to treat Gu Xiangtan's wound, Zhao Yuan looked at An Yin, and An Yin knowingly stepped forward to lead the hospital out to prescribe the prescription.

When there were only two people left in the room, Gu Xiangtan held back, but couldn't help laughing.

"I really can't underestimate him, it makes people feel uncomfortable anytime, anywhere..."

In the middle of speaking, Zhao Yuan, who got up, raised his hand and pinched his face.

Zhao Yuan bent down, turned Gu Xiangtan's head, and examined the wound on his face closely.

Gu Xiangtan paused for a moment, then managed to open his mouth and said vaguely: "... Now the emperor is going to trouble me again. It was hard for him not to accept his things before, but now it's all right. How long has it been since the Sumeru Hall has been clean?" ..."

Zhao Yuan listened to him talking, but observed the wound thoroughly without blinking.

After finally confirming that he was all right, he opened the porcelain bottle and wiped the ointment on Gu Xiangtan's face with his fingertips.

Gu Xiangtan backed away slightly, but met Zhao Yuan's cold gaze, and his movements slowed down again. He closed his mouth, and couldn't help but whispered for a moment, "You can use it yourself."

Zhao Yuan ignored him, and put her cold fingers on Gu Xiangtan's cheeks, stroking back and forth between the two broken skins.

The slightly itchy touch made Gu Xiangtan unable to say what he had thought up.

The ointment was ice-cold, and it relieved the pain immediately after applying it on the wound. Gu Xiangtan restrained the heat from rushing to his cheeks, and just stared at the front, thinking in his head what else the prince could count on. What Zhao Yuan said.

Finally, Zhao Yuan withdrew her hand after wiping her face. Before Gu Xiangtan could breathe, Zhao Yuan's fingers moved down to Gu Xiangtan's collar button.

Gu Xiangtan was startled, and asked in a daze, "What are you going to do?"