"Hurry up, over there, over there, oh, I'm so stupid. This way..."
"Don't make any noise, you're scaring him."
"Be good, little one. Don't move. I'll give you something delicious later... ah..."
"Ouch……"
"You idiots, keep your voice down, don't disturb the young master." An old man's angry voice sounded, completely covering up other voices.
All of a sudden, there was a black thread in the back of everyone's head. The one who really disturbed the young master was you, sir.
Murong Qiufeng was reading a book. Before, she had only vaguely heard some noise outside, but she didn't pay much attention to it. Then she heard Uncle Yang's scolding, and then she looked up and looked outside in confusion, put down the book and walked out.
As soon as I went out, I heard a group of people shouting something in a low voice, running around in the courtyard in a somewhat chaotic manner.
Before he could speak, he heard a hiss and a white thing was flying towards him, as if it was about to enter the room behind him. He was startled and subconsciously raised his hand to stop it.
There was a soft touch in my hand, I pinched it, and when I lifted it to the front, I met a pair of dark eyes, filled with panic.
Murong Qiufeng was stunned to see that it turned out to be a snow-white wolf cub.
Murong Qiufeng loved small animals very much, especially the white ones, which he liked even more, as much as the music. When he saw such a furry little guy, he immediately froze in place, his eyes shining slightly.
The little wolf cub seemed to be frightened by the move he just made. He didn't dare to move even while he was holding him, and his body was trembling.
"Ah, young master." Everyone's faces suddenly turned pale, and they bowed their heads and bowed timidly. The prince here had given an order that no one could disturb Murong Qiufeng at will, and the one before made the little wolf cub accidentally
The little girl who escaped was trembling even more, biting her lip and almost crying.
Uncle Yang came over with a smile and said, "Mr. Feng, are you disturbed? I'm really sorry. These boys are too careless."
Only then did Murong Qiufeng come to his senses, turned to look at Yang Bo, and unknowingly took the little wolf cub into his arms, gently caressed him, and comforted him, "It's okay, Mr. Yang, this is..."
"Oh, today is winter hunting. This is what the prince has just hunted. It is a precious blood wolf that has lost its mother. The prince was wondering if the young master would be too boring alone, so he wanted to ask the young master if he liked it. If he didn't like it, he would
This little wolf was skinned and stewed in soup. I heard that the whole body of the blood wolf is full of treasures." Yang Bo spoke slowly and smiled kindly, but his words were slightly bloody and cruel.
Murong Qiufeng felt a little warm in his heart when he heard that Shangguan Ye had brought it to him on purpose. But when he heard Yang Bo's words, he frowned unconsciously, "I like this little guy very much, so I kept him. But the prince is back?"
"
"Oh, the hunting has just ended. There will be a celebration banquet tonight. The prince will probably come back very late. He has given instructions that the young master does not need to wait for him to eat."
"Well, okay, by the way, please get me some goat's milk and hot water." Murong Qiufeng had already begun to focus on the little wolf cub that no longer shivered under his comfort, and politely talked to Yang Bo.
Nodding, he turned around and entered the house, put the little wolf cub on the bed, approached the stove, and stroked it gently, "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."
The little wolf cub seemed to understand his words, or feel his care, and whimpered twice, looking at him innocently with its dark eyes.
Murong Qiufeng smiled low, rubbed his head lovingly, and scratched his chin.
The little wolf cub also slowly let down his guard and carefully rubbed his head on his hand. Then he felt that there was no danger, so he squinted his eyes and rubbed it like a spoiled child, and even stuck out his little tongue to please Tiantian's hand.
finger.
"Little guy, I'm hungry~" Murong Qiufeng scratched his chin, and as soon as he said this, someone brought what he wanted.
Carefully put a small bowl of goat's milk on the ground and let the wolf cub drink it. Then make warm water and add some medicinal powder, which is similar to sterilization and disinfection.
The little wolf cub was happily sipping the goat's milk when he was suddenly picked up by Murong Qiufeng. He felt dissatisfied and twisted his little body to resist.
Murong Qiufeng laughed softly and scratched its chin again, "Don't worry, little one, take care of these things on your body, otherwise you will get sick." There are still some injuries on the little wolf cub. It's difficult for it to be so small.
Able to endure pain and run away.
According to what Uncle Yang meant, the mother wolf should have been killed during today's hunting, and the wolf cub happened to be valued by Ye and was brought back.
Murong Qiufeng sighed and touched his head with pity. Losing his parents at such a young age must be very sad and helpless.
Murong Qiufeng loves small animals. In fact, it may be just a kind of sustenance and pity for himself. Because he has rarely received care from his relatives since he was a child, he likes to take in some stray small animals and pamper them. Over time, he likes to take care of small animals.
He developed the habit of doting on his pets.
Of course, he won't blame those who killed the female wolf. One code will be the same. This is the law. Although cruel, it is inevitable survival of the fittest. No one can blame anyone.
When the little wolf was put into the water, he kept struggling and got all over Murong Qiufeng. However, he soon learned that Murong Qiufeng was treating his injuries and slowly calmed down, obediently letting himself be manipulated.
After eating and drinking enough, the little wolf cub simply abandoned the soft breasts, picked it up on Murong Qiufeng, got into his arms, acted like a baby, opened its dark eyes and whined twice, as if asking questions.
Murong Qiufeng held the book and looked down at the dark eyes. He felt that they were very beautiful, like the night sky. He touched its head and said, "Little guy, I'll give you a name. Well, I'll call you Xiaoye."
Like the eyes, the beautiful night sky.”
The little wolf cub seemed to be very happy too, purring twice and resting his head on his belly.
"Sleep, Xiaoye." Murong Qiufeng patted its head gently, and then said, Xiaoye, Ye, Ye? These two words seem to have homophones. I couldn't help but laugh when I thought about it, thinking of the little wolf's black eyes.
He looked into Shangguan Ye's deep black eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and murmured, "I wonder what his expression will be when he hears this name."
In the middle of the night, Murong Qiufeng was suddenly awakened by some noises outside. He couldn't help but frowned. There were rarely noisy sounds in this yard. Why did they appear twice today? Could it be some small animal again?
So late.
He couldn't help but put on a coat, walked over, and looked through the window, only to find that there was some excitement next door? Is Ye back?
He opened the door and saw Uncle Yang standing at the door directing two little girls. He couldn't help but frown, "Uncle Yang, what's wrong?"