Yunyue past events

In her sleep, Zhaoling turned into a bird again and flew to the mountains.

The dew wetted his wings, and he was very tired from flying. After climbing over a mountain, he landed on a sycamore tree.Zhaoling grasped the branch with both claws, covered by the leaves above her head, and trimmed her feathers with her beak under the faint moonlight.

Under the hazy moonlight, the bird has a big head and a round body. It is a young bird. Although it has not grown up, it has a colorful feather crown on its head, which is very similar to the legendary phoenix bird.

Zhaoling combed her feathers, raised her bird's head intently, and looked at the misty distant mountain. It wanted to climb over the mountain to see the other side of the mountain.

He was always exploring and wandering freely.

When he heard the "hissing" sound coming from behind him, a gust of cold wind had already passed Zhao Ling's wings, and he was so startled that his sweat feathers stood on end, and he uttered two quick calls: "Chirp!"

He flapped his wings vigorously, wanting to fly away, but before he could fly far, he was swept down from mid-air by something—something like a whip.

Zhao Ling rolled down from the air. He was just a fat baby bird, not as light as an adult bird, and after a few flops, he fell to the ground.

Zhao Ling, who was still in shock, had all his feathers exploded into a ball. He screamed viciously, and his voice was still a clear chirping sound. Even though he tried to pretend to be fierce, he had no momentum at all, and he was so frightened that he couldn't stop trembling.

Approaching him were two golden lamps, the size of eggs, which were a pair of golden pupils exuding a dangerous aura.

The eyes of the predator approached with a dangerous aura, and at the same time, the sound of "hissing" seemed to be close to the ear.

A snake!

Facing the natural enemy, Zhao Ling bravely swooped up to fight against this cold-blooded thing at the time of life and death.

Peck wildly with the beak, grab with the claws, do everything you can.

This is a difficult snake to deal with. It easily responded to the bird's moves, as if it was playing a game. Then, taking advantage of its unpreparedness, it quickly bit the bird that was pulling up and trying to escape. .

"Chirp!!"

Zhao Ling's left wing was attacked by the snake teeth, he struggled in pain, the more he struggled, the deeper the snake teeth bit, piercing the wings, and the severe pain hit, Zhao Ling, who had never suffered such pain before, immediately fell into a faint.

The night wind blew away some of the fog, and the moon poked its head out, illuminating the mane on the back of the green snake. The mane was soft and moved with the wind.

Under the moon, a beautiful green snake shook the living thing in its mouth, and the bird lay motionless on the ground.The green snake raised its head to look at this very noisy bird that was still chirping desperately just now.

The bird has a distinctive crest that glows slightly at night.

The green snake has seen many birds in the forest, but it seems that it has never seen such a strange bird. The green snake thought, maybe eating it will cause stomach trouble.

The young bird has a colorful crest, so it is not just an ordinary bird; the green snake has a pair of golden eyes and a mane growing on its back, so it is obviously not an ordinary snake.

At the first bite of the bird, the bird's blood dripped into the green snake's throat, and it didn't taste good.

The green snake lowered its head and sniffed at the body of the bird, then pushed it with its head, but the bird remained motionless, as if it had died.The green snake was inexplicably regretful, and crawled away without interest.

Early in the morning, Zhaoling woke up amidst the chirping of birds in the forest.

Zhao Ling was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still alive, lying in a very broken straw basket with grass wadding under his body, and his injured wings were tightly entangled by young Di leaves.

Shaking his wings lightly, the pain was no longer severe, obviously someone healed him.

In addition to being overjoyed, Zhao Ling looked at his savior's house. It was a thatched hut not much better than the broken hay basket. It was simple and dilapidated. His savior seemed to be very poor.

Zhao Ling looked at the door, flapped his wings, and tried to fly, he wanted to go home.

He tried his best to fly out of the hay basket, swooped a few times, and fell heavily on the ground, hitting his already injured wing, causing him to cry out in pain.

With one hand, Zhao Ling was picked up from the ground and put into the straw basket, his face moved closer to look at the bird, and the bird was also looking at him.

It was a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, about twelve or thirteen years old, very thin and ragged.

Zhaoling thought he was about my age.

Someone called the boy outside the house, using a strange language that Zhao Ling couldn't understand.The boy replied a few words towards the door, but he didn't know what he said.

The boy has a pair of rough hands that don't match his age, his fingers are pulling the soft feathers of the bird, and his expression seems a little confused.The boy brought a straw cover and covered the old straw basket, as if he didn't want others to find out that he secretly raised a bird.

Zhaoling was hurt and uncomfortable, so she huddled in the straw basket and closed her eyes to recuperate.

After an unknown period of time, the grass cover was lifted, and the boy grabbed Zhao Ling out of the straw basket and put it on the short table. He sprinkled a dozen or so weeds, trying to feed the birds.

Zhao Ling turned his head in disgust. He didn't know weeds, which are eaten by the common people, and mistook them for grass seeds.

The boy scooped up some clear water from a rough clay bowl, placed it in front of the bird, stroked the bird's body tenderly, and said something.

Zhaoling raised her bird's head and listened carefully, but she still couldn't understand what the boy said.

It was a bowl of clear stream water. Zhao Ling poked out his bird's beak to drink. He drank several sips. He was very thirsty and hungry.

He wants to go home.

After the bird finished drinking the water, the boy put the bird into the straw basket again and put a wild apricot into the straw basket.

Zhao Ling pecked at the wild apricot, which happened to be the food in the recipe.

Zhaoling was recuperating in the boy's house, and the boy kept hiding him in the straw basket. The man who lived with the boy almost found Zhaoling once.The boy calmly placed the two freshly caught fish on the wooden table, and the grass blades covering the fish were unfolded, just blocking the straw basket.

The language spoken by the boy and the man is obviously not the language of Zhaoling's ethnic group. Zhaoling is very curious, who is the boy, and where is this place?

With the care and protection of the boy, Zhao Ling felt at ease, and he had begun to like this little house.

Snakes are generally afraid of people. The green snake that bit him would definitely not dare to enter the house and hurt him again.

**

In the middle of the night, the ruler of the Rong Kingdom scolded away the wizards of the great dancing gods in the courtyard. These wizards wore feather crowns, feather coats, and bells on the skirts of their robes. They were all dressed like birdmen.They had been singing and dancing outside the door for a day and two nights, but the comatose king's son still showed no sign of waking up.

Xu Ji, the monarch's wife, stood beside her unconscious son, holding his hand and weeping secretly.

Prince Rong Zhaoling on the bed was only ten years old, with picturesque features, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

"Ling'er, my child, where have you been? Wake up quickly." Xu Ji wept. Her face was haggard, her eyes were red and swollen, and she had been crying all day and night.

Every time Lord Rong came back, he would see his wife crying, which made him upset, he lowered his body to check on his son, and asked the pharmacist who was guarding the bed: "It's been a day and two nights, why is my son still not awake? "

The pharmacist was already sweating profusely, so he knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said in despair, "Young minister is incompetent. My son is suffering from a strange disease, which can't be cured by decoction, medicine and acupuncture. I'm afraid I have to ask the magician for help. I'm incompetent, and I know what to do." Sin, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Seeing that half of his clothes were covered with sweat stains, the clothes could wring out water, and he was unkempt and frightened. The monarch didn't bother to punish him, but waved his hands twice in annoyance, signaling to go away.

The two previous pharmacists had already been beaten up and thrown into prison. If this one is punished again, there will be no one left.

The pharmacist saved his life and continued to guard the young master's bedside, trying to keep his body as low as possible to reduce the sense of presence, only regretting that he was not a screen.

"Zhongyan."

The monarch turned his head and called for someone. When he came to his son's residence, he was accompanied by a minister.

Jing Zhongyan waited outside the door, and when he heard the call, he entered the dormitory of the son Zhaoling, and hurried to the monarch, who stated to him: "Ling'er often said that he would turn into a bird in his sleep and travel the mountains and rivers. After a long time The inability to wake up from sleep is mostly due to these strange dreams. Zhong Yan, you are in charge of the middle school library, and you are familiar with old allusions, have you ever read similar records before?"

Jing Zhongyan looked at the drowsy Zhaoling, and found it incredible. He had heard about the young master Zhaoling sleeping for a day and two nights, but in his sleep, the young master Zhaoling would dream that he was transformed into a bird, and he didn't know until now.

"There really is such a thing." Jing Zhongyan thought for a while, and said slowly: "It is recorded in ancient books that the ancestor of the Lord, Lord Qin, met with mountain ghosts in Nanshan, and once turned into a phoenix bird, traveling thousands of miles at night, going back and forth. Yincheng and Nanshan. To this day, the phoenix bird is still the sacred bird of the Rong Kingdom, painted on the walls and beams of the ancestral temple, and cast on the bells and tripods."

After hearing this, the monarch said: "It's just an illusory legend."

When Jing Zhongyan mentioned this, the monarch also remembered this story. After all, most of the royal family of Rong had heard of this legend.

"My lord, now it seems that it is not just a legend." Jing Zhongyan pointed to the son Zhaoling on the bed.

In any case, I have never seen someone who fell asleep for a day or two for no reason and couldn't wake up.

"Jing Qing, how do I wake up Ling'er?" Xu Ji hurriedly asked Jing Zhongyan for help.

Jing Zhongyan was in a dilemma, so he could only say a few words of relief: "Ma'am, don't worry. According to the ancient books of Rongguo, this Duke Tan, after turning into a phoenix bird to meet a mountain ghost, has been in power for another [-] years. According to Chen, Master Ling will most likely wake up on his own."

"I noticed that the son's complexion is normal, and his breathing is smooth and even. He is no different from a normal person who is asleep. He will definitely not be in danger of his life. Perhaps the son will wake up as soon as the sun shines tomorrow." Jing Zhongyan is very knowledgeable. Hearing, these words of his have very well dispelled Xu Ji's worries.

"Madam listened to Zhong Yan's words and went back to rest. He will take care of you here." The monarch helped his wife who was always guarding the bed, and winked at Xu Ji's two maids, telling them to come over and help Madam away.

Xu Ji knelt down and her legs became numb, but she couldn't stand up straight when the monarch helped her up, she said in pain, "Your Majesty, if Ling'er wakes up, send someone to call him immediately."

Before Xu Ji could finish speaking, the monarch said helplessly, "You should call your wife, so don't worry about it."

Xu Ji was tired and exhausted, and obeyed the monarch's arrangement.

After Xu Ji left, Jing Zhongyan said honestly: "My lord, just now, I just uttered big words to comfort your wife. I really don't know when Young Master Ling will wake up."

"If people still can't wake up tomorrow morning, you can take off the crown for the widow, put on a witch's feather coat, hold a sycamore branch in your hand, and go to the tower of the west gate to summon the soul." The king didn't listen to his excuse. If his wife quarrels with him, whoever he quarrels with is naturally Jing Zhongyan.

The west city gate is facing the direction of Nanshan, which is the Nanshan where the legendary Qin Gong turned into a phoenix and went to meet the mountain ghost.

In the foggy Nanshan Mountain, the mountain ghost with a female rose on the waist and a crown of magnolia flowers on the head is really a legend that makes people daydream.

As for why Jing Zhongyan wanted to hold the sycamore branch in his hand, because it is said that the phoenix bird lives on the sycamore tree.

Jing Zhongyan was really suffering and couldn't tell, he stood by the son Zhaoling's bed, replacing Xu Ji's original position.

**

Zhaoling spent two days recuperating his wound in the straw basket. He tried to flap his wings, but felt that the pain was no longer there.The boy untied the bamboo leaves wrapped around Zhaoling's wings, and the wound had already healed.

Zhao Ling was very happy, stepped on her paws, shook her wings, and danced on the wooden table.

As a young bird, with a beautiful crest that doesn't match the round figure, it is a bit cute.

The boy suddenly grabbed Zhaoling, and Zhaoling struggled hard. He wanted to regain his freedom, soar into the sky, and never go back to that shabby broken hay basket.

Zhao Ling used his beak to peck what he could, he wanted to peck the back of the boy's hand, hoping that the boy would let him go in pain.The boy simply pressed the bird to his chest to prevent it from struggling all the time.

The bird pulled its head back, its head resting on a carved wooden necklace worn by the boy's neck.

The pendant is a twisted snake.

Zhaoling gave up resistance and was bitten by a snake. He was terrified of snakes.

The boy took the bird outside and put the bird on the ground. As soon as he let go of his hand, Zhao Ling took off quickly, rushed far away in one breath, and then flew back, flying above the boy's head.

Zhaoling circled the boy's head several times before leaving.

Flying away from the boy's house during the day, Zhao Ling recognized that the plane tree she was attacked was growing behind the boy's house.The boy's home was built by the water, and there were several dilapidated huts by the water, obviously there were people living in the huts.

Along the water's edge, Zhaoling flies over a large misty mountain (Nanshan) to find his way back.

Zhaoling flew tirelessly, returning home like an arrow, the morning wind brushed his wings and feather crown, and he rode away with the wind.