ugly moth

Knowing Fei Mo's name, Qi Guiyuan was always in a state of agitation, and when it was almost dawn, he finally squinted for a while, not long after Fei Mo woke up again, moving around beside him.

"What's wrong baby?" Qi Guiyuan hugged Fei Moth in a daze.

Fei Mo was still in his embrace and just looked at him quietly.

Qi Guiyuan squinted for a while, then opened his eyes: "Baby woke up so early, are you hungry?"

Fei Mo, who can't speak yet, still can't respond to him, but knows to get up in the morning to give Qi Guiyuan a kiss.

"Hehehehe..." Qi Guiyuan smiled sullenly, and stroked Fei Mo's soft long hair, "Okay, get up, and then I will give you a surprise."

After breakfast, Qi Guiyuan took Fei Mo to the study, asked him to sit beside him, and then grabbed his hand and wrote the word "Fei Mo".

Qi Guiyuan pointed to the words on the paper and said, "This is your name, Fei Mo."

Fei Mo's eyes lit up for a moment, and there was an inexplicable excitement in his eyes.

"You are..." Qi Guiyuan and Fei Mo looked at each other for a while, and suddenly realized, "Baby, do you know your name is Fei Mo?"

This time, Fei Mo didn't care about the question of nodding and shaking his head, but nodded excitedly. He was so excited that his cheeks that had been bred recently became bloody.

"You don't tell me the name even if you know it." Qi Guiyuan raised his hand and scratched Fei Mo's nose, pretending to be angry.

Fei Mo wrinkled her nose, thinking: Fei Mo can't speak, how can I tell you.

As if understanding what Fei Mo was thinking, Qi Guiyuan smiled: "Then, how about I teach you to say your own name? If it's good, just nod, if it's not, then shake your head."

This time it was explained that Bai Fei Mo knew how to nod and shook his head, Qi Guiyuan hurriedly supported his neck.

"Okay, okay, be careful that your neck breaks." Qi Guiyuan held him in his arms, pointed to the words on it, "Fei."

"Hey." Fei Mo followed.

Even if Fei Mo can understand a few words, it is still very difficult to speak. After all, he doesn't know how to speak at all, so he can only adjust slowly according to the sound he speaks.

Qi Guiyuan patiently repeated over and over again: "Fei."

"Apply, apply... Fei..."

"Fei... yes!" Qi Guiyuan recited it too many times, and after repeating it several times, he realized that Fei Mo was right, and immediately became excited, "Yes, Fei!"

Fei Mo usually only followed Qi Guiyuan to say the last word in his words: "Fei!"

Qi Guiyuan kissed him forcefully: "That's right!"

"Yes." Fei Mo went on to say, he said this common word well.

"Hahahaha..." Qi Guiyuan laughed loudly, "It's Fei Mo."

Fei Mo paused for a while, and wanted to say her name along with Qi Guiyuan: "Fei—"

But the sound behind can't be said at all.

Qi Guiyuan hurriedly patted Fei Mo on the back: "No rush, let's take our time and learn 'Moth' first."

"Moth?" Fei Moth can still make such a simple sound, and Gui Yuan taught him the sound Qi that can be uttered casually a long time ago.

"Yes, Fei, Mo." Qi Guiyuan said slowly.

Fei Mo imitated Qi Guiyuan's speaking speed: "Fei...moth."

Qi Guiyuan patted Fei Mo's head in relief: "Yes, say it again?"

"Fei... moth." The moment Fei Mo heard her voice, her eyes turned red.

As a person who only remembers his own name, being able to say his own name is like a gift from God. He had nothing before, and he couldn't even tell others his name.

Now it's okay, when someone asks his name, he can reply: "Fairy Moth."

Qi Guiyuan hugged Fei Mo who was about to cry or not, stroked his back, and comforted him softly: "Cry it out, baby cry it out... just cry it out."

Fei Mo blinked her bloodshot eyes, and tears came to her eyes, but they couldn't flow out.

Children in training are not allowed to cry, even if they want to cry again, they cannot let the tears flow down.

They didn't dare to let their tears flow, and the crying children turned into rotten meat. How could those who watched those children die dare to cry?

Qi Guiyuan felt the strength of Fei Mo's grip on his clothes, sighed silently, let go of Fei Mo, and saw that only his eyes were red: "Baby won't cry?"

Fei Mo looked at him with wide eyes, inexplicably innocent.

"It's okay, it's easy for a person to cry." Qi Guiyuan touched Fei Mo's eye sockets, then turned to ask Lu Sha to bring over some shallots and a cutting board.

Although Lusha didn't know what Qi Guiyuan wanted to do, she still dutifully brought all kinds of onions and said, "Your Majesty, in case you don't feel comfortable using wood onions, here are other onions."

Qi Guiyuan looked around, and sure enough, there were all kinds of things.

Telling others to retreat, Qi Guiyuan gave Fei Mo a small dagger, took one himself, took the cutting board, and began to chop onions.

It's unknown why Fei Mo is holding a dagger.

Qi Guiyuan gave a demonstration, chopped the shallots very finely, and there was no water on the shallots, which made people's eyes sting in an instant.

Seeing Qi Guiyuan's movements, Fei Mo also started to cut, his knife skill was better, the wood onion was cut into shreds, the roots were as thin as hair--chopped into fine pieces, the eyes were even hotter.

After a while, Fei Moth couldn't stand it anymore, not only her eyes, but also her nose began to feel uncomfortable, so she blinked frequently.

Qi Guiyuan had already sat far away, and when Fei Mo began to blink frequently, he knew it was almost over.

Sure enough, before the shallots were cut, tears began to fall drop by drop, Fei Mo was so startled that her hands stopped moving, and looked at the tears that continued to fall in amazement.

Qi Guiyuan walked over and hugged Fei Mo: "Okay baby, have you learned how to cry? It's not difficult, right?"

Fei Mo buried her head in Qi Guiyuan's arms and wept silently, not daring to make a sound.

Because the two of them cut up a large bundle of scallions, in order not to waste it, Lu Sha asked Qi Guiyuan if he wanted to make some scallion pancakes and scallion steamed buns tonight when he came to pack things up, which was considered a change for Fei Mo.

It is still difficult for Fei Mo to eat food other than steamed buns, including steamed buns, and Fei Mo is reluctant to eat the stuffed part.

When Lusha mentioned green onion steamed buns, Qi Guiyuan had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly ordered: "In addition to green onion steamed buns, try making some colored steamed buns."

"Understood." Lusha understood at once, and immediately took orders to go down to prepare lunch.

Sure enough, when the steamed buns of various colors came up, Fei Mo's eyes were full of doubts, and she didn't quite understand why the things that looked like steamed buns were not the same as steamed buns.

Qi Guiyuan took a scallion steamed bun and broke it open for Fei Mo to see: "Look, baby, this is a steamed bun."

Fei Mo looked at the green onion steamed bun in Qi Guiyuan's hand in shock, she really didn't expect such steamed buns to exist, and she hesitated to eat it.

"Come on, try it first." Qi Guiyuan broke off the parts without green onions for Fei Mo to try, "How is it?"

The scallions in chopped green onion steamed buns are mixed with spices and salt. After making steamed buns, even the dough itself has a salty taste, which is different from ordinary steamed buns.

Fei Mo licked her lips, and felt that it was not that difficult to accept, but it was a little saltier than steamed buns.

Seeing Fei Mo's expression, Qi Guiyuan knew he had done the right thing, this time he broke off the one with chopped green onion on the corner and handed it over: "Come on, this is the chopped green onion you cut today."

The scallions in the ordinary scallion steamed buns are cut into long and finely chopped rice grains, and the scallions are cut like strands of hair. When steaming the steamed buns, several baskets scatter into green steamed buns, which are too salty to eat.

Therefore, Lusha did not serve the ones that Fei Mo cut into steamed buns, but made them into scallion pancakes. Anyway, the saltiness inside was not too salty.

What Fei Mo eats now is actually what Qi Guiyuan cuts, but for coaxing pets, of course he cuts it himself.

Fei Mo did not doubt that he was there, and ate the steamed bun with chopped green onion. It had the original taste of the steamed bun, which was salty, and also had the fragrance of chopped green onion.

"Is it delicious?" Qi Guiyuan touched Fei Mo's face.

Qi Guiyuan is trustworthy in the cooking skills of the chef in the imperial dining room, and he can completely get rid of Fei Mo's habit in this way.

Thinking in this way, Qi Guiyuan moved over the plate of steamed buns of various colors to pick for Fei Mo: "Come on, baby, which one do you want?"

Normally, Qi Guiyuan would feed Fei Mo with a steamed bun, and Fei Mo would feed Qi Guiyuan with one.Fei Mo looked at the steamed buns on the plate, and picked out a yellow steamed bun that she seemed to have seen before.

Fei Mo had seen Wowo before, so he thought it was Wowo.

Qi Guiyuan knew that he would choose this one, so he said, "This is not Wowo."

"?" Fei Mo looked at Qi Guiyuan in surprise, then at the yellow steamed bun in his hand, never expecting that it was not Wowo.

"This is cornmeal steamed bun, or steamed bun." Qi Guiyuan slowed down his speech and explained to Fei Mo, "You know corn, right? The yellow one is made into steamed buns."

Fei Mo didn't know about corn, so she shook her head, and then looked at the steamed bun in her hand.

Qi Guiyuan really doesn't know how to insult Boss Qian and those people, Fei Mo is so big, he even knows about corn, a three-year-old should know this kind of thing, right?

"Lusha?" Qi Guiyuan called out.

Lusha understood what Qi Guiyuan meant, and ordered the maid beside her to go to the kitchen to bring corn.

The corn arrived quickly, freshly picked, wrapped in a green coat.

Qi Guiyuan took the corn and shook it in front of Fei Mo's eyes: "Come on baby, look, this is corn."

Fei Mo saw the corn in Qi Guiyuan's hand and was silent for a while, then raised the steamed buns in his hand for comparison, one was green and the other was yellow, obviously different.

"..." Qi Guiyuan suddenly understood what Fei Mo wanted to say - the colors were obviously different, deceptive.

"No, these are clothes, corn clothes." Qi Guiyuan explained to Fei Mo seriously, "Take off the clothes and it will be yellow, and cornmeal steamed buns are made of yellow corn inside."

After tearing off the corn coat and corn silk, the bottom is light yellow corn, which is actually much lighter than the color of cornmeal steamed buns, but it still looks very similar.

Qi Guiyuan was afraid that Fei Mo would think wrong again, so he continued: "The color of corn will become darker after being cooked, can you understand this? Cook it, and it will be like this."

Said, Qi Guiyuan pointed to the steamed bun in Fei Mo's hand.

"Oh..." Fei Mo replied.

——Recently, he has been able to pronounce the sounds of "ahhhh" to express himself.

Qi Guiyuan nodded in satisfaction, broke off a corner of the cornmeal steamed bun and handed it to Fei Mo's lips: "Come on, try it, it's delicious."

Corn flour steamed buns taste more corny than ordinary steamed buns, sweet and delicious, and it is much easier for Fei Mo to accept than buns and other foods.

Later, Qi Guiyuan tried other steamed buns for Fei Mo, but Fei Mo's favorites were scallion steamed buns, cornmeal steamed buns, and milk-flavored steamed buns.

Qi Guiyuan felt it was strange that Fei Mo actually liked to eat milk-smelling things.

In the evening, Qi Guiyuan tried Fei Mo with horse milk cake, and he was able to eat it too. With so many foods, he actually likes milk flavor.

"Baby like this?" Qi Guiyuan showed Fei Mo a bowl of milk.

Fei Mo leaned over and sniffed like a cat. For the first time in a long time, instead of waiting for Qi Guiyuan to feed him with a spoon, she lowered her head and licked it a little.

Qi Guiyuan was dumbfounded, watching Fei Mo slapped his mouth, and looked at him with bright eyes, as if he still wanted to drink.

The milk is hot, and there is a little sugar in it, which is sweet.

"It's fine if you like it, just drink it by yourself?" Qi Guiyuan tried to let him hold the bowl, but didn't let go immediately, afraid that he would pour it into his mouth again like before.

That look is more ruthless than a soil dog.

As expected, Fei Mo caught the bowl and wanted to pour it into her mouth, but when she found that Qi Guiyuan was still holding the rim of the bowl, she was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Qi Guiyuan blankly.

Qi Guiyuan sighed: "Drink slowly, just like I fed you before, drink little by little."

"Huh?" Fei Mo didn't quite understand.

"..." Qi Guiyuan touched Fei Mo's face, sat down beside him, hugged him, took Fei Mo's two hands together, and then handed the bowl to his mouth, "You drink as much as I pour, and you have to drink as much as you want in the future." Drink like this, understand?"

Fei Mo looked at him, and threw out another sound: "Ah..."

Saying "amount" meant that he didn't understand, so Qi Guiyuan simply tilted the bowl in his hand and gave Fei Mo a little bit to drink.

After taking a few sips slowly, Fei Mo understood what Qi Guiyuan was doing, so she relaxed, instead of tensing her whole body muscles like drinking water before.

After realizing that Fei Mo had softened, Qi Guiyuan smiled gratifiedly, grabbed Fei Mo's hand, let him hold the bowl by himself, and tried to see if he could drink it like a normal person.

Fei Mo held the bowl, recalled the appearance of Qi Guiyuan just now, slowly approached the bowl wall, then slowly tilted it, took a sip and took a second sip.

"Yes, that's it." Qi Guiyuan stroked Fei Mo's head, feeling quite accomplished.

This is how to teach a person who has no common sense and can't take care of himself like this. Qi Guiyuan can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and after the initial results, he will have more experience later.

Fei Moth is still drinking the medicinal soup prescribed by the imperial physician, her throat is slowly growing, and the words she can utter are gradually becoming longer; the time to wake up at night is gradually being pushed back.

When Fei Mo woke up at night and started to change to the fifth watch, Qi Guiyuan suddenly found that he was almost like a normal person.

It's a pity that Fei Mo can't say much, and he has never learned the word that Qi Guiyuan wanted Fei Mo to learn.

"Master." Qi Guiyuan taught Fei Mo to call himself master almost every day.

However, Fei Mo naturally couldn't say such a complicated word: "Pure silver."

Qi Guiyuan couldn't stand Fei Mo calling himself "footprints" all the time, so he could only teach him over and over again: "Master."

Sometimes Qi Guiyuan would be led away by Fei Mo, and he would say "footprints" as he talked, and Fei Mo would laugh at him when he heard it.

Well, the current Fei Mo can laugh, but it was learned by Qi Guiyuan. When he smiles, he has the smell of an old fox. His eyes are narrowed, his eyelids are lowered, and the corners of his eyebrows are raised slightly. The two are exactly the same.

After seeing Fei Mo's smile for a long time, Qi Guiyuan always had the illusion that he could see through his own mind.

Even though he knew it wasn't, Qi Guiyuan still felt a little guilty.

From this, it can be seen how insidious Qi Guiyuan is when he smiles at his subordinates, even he himself can't bear it.

An Yi has been looking outside for the coach who will train Fei Moth for the last time. This search lasted for more than half a year, and he didn't come back until the end of the year, and it was snowing at this time.

Qi Guiyuan hugged Feimo to watch the snow, and taught him how to speak: "Happy New Year."

"Xi Lian is about to fall." Fei Mo was still confused and vague when learning new words at the beginning.

An Yi hurriedly came over and saluted under the steps: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being late."

"Found it?" Qi Guiyuan lazily comforted Fei Mo, who suddenly became murderous, "Hey, he's not an outsider."

"Yes, I found it. When will His Majesty go to have a look?" An Yi replied with his head down.

Qi Guiyuan stroked Fei Mo's back, thought for a while, and said, "Just tonight, come over at the third watch."

"This subordinate understands." An Yi took the order and left directly, planning to teach the coach a lesson first, so that Qi Guiyuan would not be able to ask questions at night.

After Jian An left and his breath disappeared, the muscles on Fei Mo's body softened; just now even though Qi Guiyuan had been comforting him, Fei Mo was still nervous.

After so long, the only thing Qi Guiyuan hasn't changed Fei Mo is this kind of vigilance, he can't guarantee that he will always be by Fei Mo's side, there is no need to train Fei Mo's wildness.

Moreover, Qi Guiyuan has too many enemies, Fei Mo must be able to protect himself, otherwise it will be too dangerous.

If the opponent knows that he has such an important pet by his side, he will definitely be tempted. No matter what kind of thoughts he has, Qi Guiyuan doesn't want Fei Mo to touch him.

Repelling everything is the best way.

The imperial physician has already started to reduce the dosage of Fei Mo's medicine. Before that, Qi Guiyuan asked the imperial physician if he wanted to reduce the number of times Fei Mo took the medicine.

Fei Moth used to have two bowls of decoction a night, one to drink before going to bed, and the other to drink after he woke up. Now that one medicine can sleep all night, there is no need to drink the second.

However, after the imperial physician examined Fei Moth, he still insisted on drinking it twice a night, which can reduce the dosage of the medicine, and it is better to eat less frequently.A dose of just one dose may not be sufficient for follow-up.

Qi Guiyuan coaxed Fei Mo to sleep on the second watch, and after leaving the door, he called An Yi out: "Have you convinced yourself?"

He secretly cupped his hands and said: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't delay your coming back to see the Young Master."

"That's good." Qi Guiyuan nodded in satisfaction.

The instructor had already been shattered by An Yi—first he pulled out his nails, then crushed his phalanx bit by bit, and of course, his teeth were pulled out in advance to prevent him from committing suicide halfway.

The tongue was left because Qi Guiyuan had something to ask him, it would be bad if he couldn't speak.

Qi Guiyuan was very happy to see the instructor become like this, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Oh, An Yi, you are really more and more in line with my wishes, and you have done a good job."

An Yi also felt that he was great: "It's what a subordinate should do."

"I heard that you are Fei Mo's coach?" Qi Guiyuan took the spear that An Yi handed over, sat on a chair and stretched the end of the gun against the coach's neck.

"Yes..." With no teeth, the teacher's words were a bit leaky, but he could still hear clearly.

Qi Guiyuan nodded: "Why don't you tell me how you all train Fei Mo, well said, I will spare your life."

The coach naturally didn't believe this, and smiled: "You do it without saying anything, do you think I will believe you?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, you still have family members. I heard that you married a beautiful wife and are pregnant." Qi Guiyuan said with a smile.

The gentle smile looked like a devil in the eyes of the instructor, and the chain that passed through the lute bone was ripped apart by the instructor: "It's no harm to the family!"

Qi Guiyuan nodded: "I know, it's not a disaster for my family, but if you don't tell me, then I can only ask someone who knows."

The coach was so angry that his face twitched all the time, his eyes were flushed, but he still compromised.

"I say……"

The coach knew everything about Fei Moth, because he was one of the people who came out of the ground.

There are two kinds of dead soldiers in the Qian family, one is the children who have started to remember but were sold into the Qian family by the family, and the other is the child who was sent to the Qian family since infancy.

Of these two kinds of children, the former is generally more popular, because there is no need to pay child support in the first few years.

But in terms of training difficulty, the latter is easier.

Therefore, the training of the two kinds of children is separate. The former is on the ground, whether it is said to be a deception, or not to be a dead soldier as a guard, they are dead soldiers on the surface.

The dead underground are often not as easy as those on the ground.

Fei Mo was thrown at the gate of Qian's mansion since she was a child, and was carried to the teacher by the servants, saying that she was a new child.

Anyway, there are often babies coming over, and the teacher doesn't think about it, and directly throws Feimo into the bottom. However, when raising him, Feimo's nurse was talkative, and accidentally told him that he had a name.

He also showed Fei Mo the note left in the swaddle.

Fei Mo was young and didn't know the word, but he remembered what the wet nurse said—his name was Fei Mo.

The second day after knowing her name, Fei Mo was locked in the second darkened room. There were other children in it, and she could faintly hear children in other rooms.

The first training was to starve them. Anyway, as long as they are extremely hungry, they are willing to do anything.

In the middle of the hunger training, there are still bright lights, and the lights are always on. You can't close your eyes, you can't cry, you can't make a sound.

Closing your eyes is a whip, crying out is a knife, making a sound is a kick.

Some children really couldn't hold on, they were still young, and those who couldn't hold on would naturally cry all the time, and then the coaches started to make an example of others—to make everyone come out to see the fate of the crying child.

This is also the reason why Fei Mo has never dared to cry. If you watched your companion cry and be beaten in front of your eyes, would you still dare to cry?

In the end, a few pieces of the child's meat were placed in each room, and the bloody meat was placed there.

At first everyone was still afraid of the few pieces of meat, but the next day there was a little less meat; on the third day, one piece of meat was missing; on the fourth day, they began to fight over the meat.

The coaches were watching outside and laughing, Fei Mo sat in the corner, blankly looking at the bloody child, and the coach outside was laughing for some reason, everything was so magical.

In this hunger training, only two types of people can survive, one is those who have such absolute endurance like Fei Moth; the other is those who have won the battle.

As a dead soldier, you must have strong endurance, so you must endure hunger, and you have strong force, so you must win.

So far, there are twenty children in each room, and there are fifteen left on Feimo's side, and six of them are like Feimo, silent and dumb.

Enough of the light, the next step is to accept the darkness.

They still didn't have enough to eat, each of them had half a steamed bun, took a rest, lost the light, and continued to close it in the dark.

Even so, the instructors still listened to their voices, woke up all those who fell asleep, and went to the water dungeon for more than five times.

Feimo has never seen the water dungeon, but the children who went to the water dungeon never came back.

Gradually, in the eyes of this group of children, going to the water prison has become something more terrifying than training. In order not to go to the water prison, they would rather kill their companions and please the instructor.

Like a dog, if you don't want to die, you have to try your best to please the owner, or take care of the house.

The children survived the darkness, but they couldn't sleep again. This time, they left ten children behind. Every day, they kept their eyes open and looked at each other blankly.

Then the breathing was reduced to the minimum, so that the instructor gradually couldn't hear whether they were sleeping or not.

Even if they heard that they were sleeping, they kept their eyes open, and they could see it as soon as the instructor came over, and then moved immediately to prove that they were not asleep.