canary in cage

The queen put on her veil again and walked out of the prison. The soldiers saw her step forward and bowed.

"What needs to be done now?"

The Queen stopped and looked up at the sky: "Hit until my dear Duke comes."

"Yes!" The soldier remained expressionless and stood where he was.

"Remember, don't beat him to death." The Queen said, curling up her lips.

Just a few steps away from the queen, there was a sound of a whip breaking through the air behind her, followed by a "slap" on her body.

I gave you a chance.

The soldiers didn't dare to disobey the queen's words, and kept raising their whips to beat Isri's body fiercely. The whip soaked in water quickly swelled up the whip, and it hurt even more when it hit the body.

Isri endured it well, but only let out a few muffled grunts, until the soldiers were tired from fighting, and only took time to catch their breath.

It had been two days since Isri had been seen, and Hall was pacing back and forth in the room, his frown deepening day by day.

The roses that had been brought back and soaked in water were also a little withered. After wandering around the room for a long time, Hall finally stopped his gaze on Cecil.

Hall sat on the stool, with tenderness hidden in his eyes, he raised his hand to caress the side of Cecil's face, his voice was soft but clear enough.

"Master, do you still hate Isri?"

When no one responded, Hall lowered his head a bit.

"He's just crazy." Hall cursed, and then his voice softened again: "But, he is loyal to you."

"You are his irreplaceable master."

Hall's fingertips gently rubbed Cecil's eyes, as if looking at his own child, a hint of distress flashed in his eyes.

At this age, he should be happy and coquettish in front of his parents, but now... Hall didn't think about it, just lowered his head and sighed.

"Isri is missing..." Hall opened his mouth and said, "You should know better than me that he won't disappear for no reason."

Although I hated Isli very much, after all, I still had feelings before, and I still couldn't bear it after all when I got older.

Hall took a deep breath and looked up at the person on the bed. After a while, he got up and walked out the door slowly. After a minute, he pushed the wheelchair in.

It's time to go out and get some air.

Hall put a hat on Cecil and covered his face as much as possible before going out.

The sunshine outside was not bad. Knowing that Cecil likes to be quiet, he pushed slowly towards the back of the mountain without hesitation.

It is still under the familiar tree, the leaves above the head are denser than the previous few days, the wild flowers on the ground are also connected together, and the scents are intertwined and rushed into the nasal cavity.

There were basically not many people on the mountain, so Hall took off the hat on Cecil's head.

Cecil is almost sickly white, and has lost a lot of weight these days, and his clothes are hanging loosely on his body.

Hall didn't dislike it, and sat directly on the ground, looking at the distant hills, turning his head to look at Cehir from time to time, turning from surprise to disappointment, and finally bowed his head and muttered.

"Master, someone wants you to wake up more than me. He is really going crazy."

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The sunshine in the West Asian continent is always short-lived. Within a few hours, the sun tended to set. Hall gasped, stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his body.

Just when Hall was about to bend down to pick up the hat on the ground, Hall froze in place as if his limbs were filled with iron.

"Cold..." A voice that did not belong to the surroundings entered Hall's ears.

Hall's eyes widened, he slowly twisted his neck and turned his head, his eyes finally fell on the slightly frowning brow.

"cold……··"

The thin white lips parted slightly, and the eyes blinked a few times imperceptibly.

Yes!I read it right!Hall panted heavily, like a child who saw a surprise, suddenly knelt down in front of Cecil, took off his clothes and put them on Cecil.

"Master?" Hall opened his mouth excitedly.

Feeling the temperature of the clothes, Cecil frowned, his eyes opened a slit, and the side of his lips that did not change finally drew a curve.

"Yes." Cecil responded.

Hall only held the two sides of the wheelchair with both hands, and even if the surrounding wind blows, he can't feel any coolness. Everything that happened in front of him is undoubtedly the most surprising thing today.

"I'm hungry." Cecil turned his head sideways, moving his fingers stiffly.

"Okay! I'll take you back!" Hall hurriedly got up, and brought the hat back to Cecil, his steps quickened a little.

After coming down from the mountain, the sun had already set halfway, and the wind in the alley was much stronger.

Just arrived at the door, before opening the door, a gust of wind blew past, blowing the hat on Cecil's head to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Cehir and Hall reached out to reach, Hall moved quickly, picked up the hat and pushed Cehir in.

On the other side, in a dark place outside the alley, there was still a man standing in front of the carriage, seeming to be arranging his clothes. If you looked carefully, this man was still talking.

"It's time to act, Kristis is awake."

Back in the room, Hall immediately got into the kitchen to cook porridge. Because he was so excited, his hands were burned by the side of the pot several times.

"Master, why don't I come?" The boy glanced at the man in the wheelchair and opened his mouth in embarrassment.

It was the first time I saw Hall so excited.

Just thinking about it, Hall frowned, and then scolded all over his face the next second.

"Little brat! You have time to recite your medicine."

The boy curled his lips, oh, turned around and walked to his room.

After all, he had just woken up, and Cecil was still a little slow to get in touch with the outside world. It took a long time before he realized that he was no longer at home.

When Hall came to the side, Cecil made some other movements.

He thought it belonged to Esri, and Cecil wanted to open his mouth to ask, but this time the voice refused to come out of his throat for a long time.

"Master, have some porridge first." Hall squatted in front of Cecil with a bowl in his hand.

Facing the person in front of him, Cecil recalled it for a long time before recalling it again. After drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge while sipping a spoon, the feeling of being raw and churned in his stomach was much better.

But as soon as the stomach was filled a little, the eyelids began to fight, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, and the feeling of fatigue rushed to the nerves in an instant.

Cecil wanted to resist, but he only resisted for a few seconds. When Hall turned around, he found that he had fallen asleep.

Hall rubbed his sore brows, picked him up from the wheelchair and sent him back to the bed.

Fell asleep right after waking up, Hall clenched his fingers and let out a breath.

Hope it's just falling asleep.