"Huh?" Chen Ziqi squatted down in surprise and skillfully grabbed the red hair ball into his hand. "Such a big chicken?"

Usually, the chickens with fluff are all out of their shells for a few days, and at most they are as big as Chen Ziqi's slap; but this little red chicken needs to be held with two hands. It is covered with light red fluff, soft, piled in the palm of the hand, like a small fireball. There are two small standing feathers on the head, one long and the other short, swaying left and right as the head moves, very proud.

Chen Ziqi had never seen such a magical chicken before, and couldn't help but look back and forth, pulling his wings, and pinching his belly. His small wings had not yet grown wing feathers, and his furry had no intimidation at all, and his belly was soft. Look at those eyes again, and his round eyes shone like two black gems.

The belly is soft, the eyes are round, and the feathers are slow on the wings. According to experience, he should be a little rooster.

"Chee!" Xiao Maotuan was already very angry when he was hit on the head. Now he was pulled back and forth by the naughty child, and he was so angry that he pecked hard on Chen Ziqi's nose.

"Yohe, do you want to attack?" Chen Ziqi's reaction was very sensitive when dealing with chickens all year round. He quickly dodged and did not get pecked. He stretched out his finger and bounced the bird's head. "You must be a man with such a bad temper."

"Chirp!Chirp?" The little red bird was about to continue pecking, but suddenly paused. There was a bloody smell on the tips of the tender little fingers. The smell was a bit unusual. I sniffed carefully, and my bird's eyes narrowed slightly. The blood of the Chen family? I tilted my head and looked at Chen Ziqi's appearance. This one was pleasing to the eyes. I had never seen it before, so I thought it had just been retrieved.

"Is this a chicken raised in the garden?" Chen Ziqi was a little reluctant to let go. Such a big little rooster must be a breeder with excellent quality in the future. If he could raise thousands of red-feathered chickens, he would definitely make a fortune!

"No, the little one has never seen this... chicken, and the royal garden... does not raise chickens..." The little eunuch was a little embarrassed. Look at the color, it should not be a little chicken, but maybe a baby bird of some kind of rare bird. However, His Highness the prince said it was a chicken, and he could not force himself to say it was no.

Chen Ziqi didn't know the rich heart of the eunuch. He only heard that the chicken was a masterless thing, so he put the red hair ball into his arms with peace of mind.

"Ji——" Before the little hair ball was thinking, she was stuffed into her clothes and pressed against Chen Ziqi's warm little body. Because the underwear was tailored, the palace prepared roughly, and the new prince did not make an underwear, he directly put a full set of clothes on him. He stuffed the bird into the collar and directly pasted the smooth flesh.

The light red fluff turned bright red with a bang. The fat bird froze and curled up with two thin claws.

Chen Ziqi took the little hairball that suddenly became obedient, walked along the way, and took a closer look at the road from Zhang Huatai to Qingping Palace.

"Where is that?" Chen Ziqi pointed to the highest temple not far away.

"Go back to Your Highness, that is Zichen Palace, His Majesty's living hall." The little eunuch replied patiently, explaining various palaces to Chen Ziqi along the way.

"What's your name?" Chen Ziqi looked at this smart eunuch.

"Little Fuxi." The little eunuch laughed, with two dimples on his face, which looked really pleasing. In fact, he was only ten years old and had been in the palace for a few years. He had been doing miscellaneous work before, and was only assigned to serve people recently.

"Why did you enter the palace?" Chen Ziqi glanced at Fuxi's crotch. He knew that the eunuch had dropped Xiao*'s boy, just like Xiaoru who was forced to stay in brothels. The eunuch must have been born to be a eunuch.

"Dad died early, and my mother married another family. My stepfather said that the family could not raise so many children, so he sold me to the palace." Fuxi said this, his expression was full of numbness.

Chen Ziqi patted Fuxi's shoulder sympathetically, touched his crotch and sighed. Fortunately, the little fairy did not remarry, otherwise he would have been caught.

When he returned to Qingping Palace, Chang E stood at the gate and looked around worriedly. When she saw Chen Ziqi coming back, she quickly stepped forward and took two steps: "Why did it take so long?"

It would take a long time to carry the carriage and walk back. Chen Ziqi curled his lips, pulled his clothes, revealing a bright red bird's head: "I'm going to catch the bird."

"Yeah, such a big chicken reads;." Chang E stretched out a finger and poked her fat little body.

"Chir!" The little red bird was very dissatisfied and stretched out his head to peck her.

"It's not something that can be eaten." Chang E pulled her son into the house, took out the chicken and put it on the table, gestured with the teacup on the table, and could only stew a cup of soup.

"What to eat? This is a breeder, it is useful to raise it," Chen Ziqi put his head in front of Xiaomao, and was pecked on his nose, "Hiss--"

"Breeding chicken... are you still thinking about opening a chicken farm? It's a waste of time!" Chang E poked her son's finger.

"If you don't open a chicken farm, can you be the emperor?" Chen Ziqi stood on his chin with one hand and stared at the little red bird. Thinking about the pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings that I saw today, and the Zichen Palace with red and glazed tiles. It seems that it is good to be an emperor.

If you want to be an emperor, you must first get the favor of me. The little red bird raised its round head and snorted proudly.

Chen Ziqi didn't understand what the bird was saying, so she turned to Chang E and talked about what she saw today. The sensual national teacher, the strange dragon test stone, and his later changed his surname to Chen. The mother and son agreed that the name Chen Ziqi was much better than Chang Qi, so she would call it like this in the future.

As we chatted, it was dusk that Chang E got up to cook and found that there was no kitchen in Qingping Palace, and there was only a small tea room for making tea. There was no seasoning, and no ingredients.

"It seems that I can only eat this chicken." Chang E looked at the little red chicken who was dozing on the table.

"Empress, dinner is here, right now?" At the critical moment, Biyun walked in, followed by two eunuchs carrying food boxes.

It turns out that this is the food here... Chang E breathed a sigh of relief, raised her chin slightly, and held the airs and said, "Put it."

Without a certain grade, the food here is arranged according to the most common specifications. Even so, the mother and son couldn't help but shine. Four dishes and one soup, two meats and two vegetables, and one fish among them!

Although Di Yeqing provided good food along the way, it was simply impossible to compare with the dishes made by the imperial chef in the palace. Ordinary stir-fried vegetables can be made with a strong and scent, making people unable to stop.

Biyu and Fuxi stood beside them and cooked vegetables, and each time they picked up a small piece, which made people feel stuttering.

"No need to serve here, you can go down first." Chen Ziqi waved his hand impatiently.

When the palace people left, the carved wooden door was closed, the mother and son looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves and started eating. The wind blew away all the food on the table. It was not until the last piece of fish that they put down their chopsticks satisfied and collapsed in the chair to touch their belly.

The little red bird squatting on the flower and bird stand was stunned. How long has it been since these two people eaten?

The palace servant came in to clean up and brought a dish of pastries and a pot of tea. Pastry was not special.

The particularly exquisite desserts are ordinary mung bean cakes and osmanthus cakes.

Chen Ziqi took a sip of tea and remembered that his breeder had not eaten anything yet. He slowly carried the small fur ball to the table and rubbed some mung bean cakes for it to eat. As a result, the little red bird didn't even look at the pastry residue placed on the table, but just raised his head and stared at him with a contemptuous look.

"What's wrong? Don't like to eat?" Chen Ziqi frowned. Why is this chicken picky about food?

The little red bird looked at the whole piece of mung bean cake in Chen Ziqi's hand, jumped forward twice, shook the two hairs on his head, tilted his head and pecked him to eat.

"Tsk tsk, this is for you to take it to feed it," Chang E couldn't help laughing, "This palace is different, even a chicken is so delicate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little red bird who had swallowed the pastry jumped to Chen Ziqi's tea cup, put his tender yellow pointed mouth in, and rinsed it.
Chapter completed!