The black-bellied princess plays the prince

Chapter 3 Prosperity
I didn't feel the pain until the anesthetic wore off. Although the pain was very painful, I had a certain resistance to this pain because I had suffered it many times. It sounds nice to me, and I weave every cry of pain into Gongshang horn feathers, which are soft and long, with ups and downs. Here, the cranes, lions, rabbits, etc. raised by the master are dancing outside the house, which makes me feel old. Da Wei, being able to feel pain is also a skill.

In my opinion, the skill of the master is great. Among other things, being able to keep a lion and a rabbit together and love each other is a great skill. Looking out of the window, I saw Huanhuan lying on the ground. On Wangcai, a lion and a rabbit bask in the sun with their eyes squinted harmoniously.

Huanhuan is the name of the rabbit, and Wangcai is the name of the lion.

This is the name I gave them after I came here, but every time I call the lion Wangcai, it always barks at me with its teeth, and probably got the news that I want to exchange its skin with the rabbit’s skin, My heart is quite unbalanced.

I asked the master, where did you find a lion to raise? How can there be lions in the hinterland of the Central Plains? I heard that only the land of yellow sand can have them?

The master held the three-foot-long beard and fairy bones: "You can be picked up by your senior brother to raise you. How hard is it for a lion to get me?"

It is inconvenient to move around if the whole body is made of wood. I can't climb high slopes, even slightly sloped slopes. There is a tendency to fall backwards and roll directly downhill. Therefore, under normal circumstances, I only stay in the yard. activities, but the sun is so good today, so I begged my brother to push me up the high slope.

Although the master's residence is high, standing on the hillside, you can still see the world of mortals and the smoke from the kitchen.

Standing on the top of the mountain, I can't help seeing all the small mountains, and suddenly I was full of poetry: "Brother, look at the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky is full of rosy clouds, and the scenery is infinitely beautiful. I will never go down the mountain again..."

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected in the senior brother's eyes, making his eyes bright and dark, as if there were radiance: "Junior sister, girls are going to get married..."

"Then marry you."

Hearing this, he took three steps back, with a worry on his face: "May I still marry three or two swaps, so as to dilute the misfortune that life has placed on me?" He looked at my face and raised my feet, and then Taking a step back, "Junior Junior Sister, you know that for many years to come, if I face you every day, the pressure will be enormous!"

With a flick of my leg, I kicked the stone on the ground towards his handsome face, and when the stone hit his nose, I said: "Brother, I will report to the master that you want to go down the mountain to marry ten or eight Yes, he will definitely support you, and will not beat you to pieces with the big stick of the boss."

His face was like a night of spring breeze: "Little sister, how could it be, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the world is opening and closing, I will stay with master and sister, and I will never miss the world of mortals at the bottom of the mountain."

Apart from sarcasm, he seldom uttered such emotional words, and I was very touched: "After I recover, I will become a thief, senior brother, I will double compensate you... In the future, I will definitely help master and you steal a golden mountain Yinshan is back and I will make you eat roast duck..."

The senior brother looked at me suspiciously: "Your wounds are not healed, you can't be meaty, a thief broke into the kitchen last night, isn't that you again?" He muttered to himself, "Why didn't I have the one on hand? How about throwing a candle over the thief's head?"

He can always recover his rationality from his sensibility and find some flaws in my casual words.

I felt a little itchy on my body, especially the place where the medicine was just applied, but my finger bones were all splinted, so it was difficult to scratch, so I begged my senior brother: "Senior brother, scratch my back for me."

After hearing this, the senior brother's face sank, he clamped me with the splint under his arm, hurried to the residence, because of the torment of stealing the roast duck, he tossed me again on the bed for ten and a half days A month later, when I saw a duck, I felt a sense of hatred from the inside out.

After another half a year, I was finally able to remove the splint of the lower body, leaving only the splint of the upper body, and this half a year, I have not been idle, in order to be a thief after the injury, I am willing to ask the master Teach me stealing skills, but the master refused, saying that he had never learned such a skill of stealing and stealing. I saw that I could not get what I asked for, so I cried bitterly, rummaged, repeated, and said only a few words : "Teach me, teach me, teach me, master, master, master master..."

I also sang these two begging words softly and softly, making the veins on the old man's forehead twitch, and I said in harmony with my voice: "Trouble, trouble... trouble, trouble!"

The master is very capable, sealing people's Ya acupuncture points is not a problem, but my body can't withstand a little damage. Although his acupuncture technique is excellent, he always has to think about it on me, so in the end, he had no choice but to start from I flipped out two yellowed books from the bottom of the bed and threw them in front of me: "See for yourself."

One is the encyclopedia of stealing skills, and the other is the complete collection of all locks.

I flipped through these two books and began to study by myself. After more than half a year, I felt that I had learned something, but unfortunately there was no place to experiment, and it was not easy to experiment with the splinted hands and feet. Now the splint of the lower body is finally removed. My whole body became much more relaxed, so I decided to find a place to practice my stealing skills.

I am very excited to finally be able to combine the theory in the book with the practice in practice.

Not far from the master’s residence, on the hillside, there is a temple. There are some monks in the temple. One monk carries water to eat, two monks carry water to eat, and countless monks bring food to them to eat... In short, This is a temple with a lot of incense and fat, and because there are masters living on the mountain, it adds a bit of immortality and mystery, so it is even fatter.

I originally planned to make a move for the first time. I didn’t need to steal too many things to go back. I went from simple to complex, step by step. My goal turned out to be the stone lion in front of the temple. Later, I felt that the stone lion was too bulky. The splinted hands are likely to fall down while holding it, breaking both legs and feet, and asking the master to splint the lower body for the first half of the year is not worth the loss.

I decided to steal an easy-to-take item that can show that I have been self-taught for half a year and have the potential to become a thief without a teacher. I will prove my stealing skills in front of the masters, brothers and sisters who often bark at me.

I sneaked into the temple and looked at and weighed everything from the plaques hanging on the temple forehead to the bodhisattvas enshrined in the temple. Only then did I feel that I only hate talents when I use them, and I feel less when I steal them. It didn't feel right, and then I heard someone's voice coming from afar.

"Master, you are the only one on this mountain that has this kind of thing, and it is exactly the same as that one. I have already gone up here, and I will definitely get countless rewards from the princes."

I took off the yellow cloak that was draped over the Bodhisattva, and looking down, I saw a short, fat official wearing an official hat and the priest of the temple standing in front of the Bodhisattva.

The host's clothes were so similar to those worn by the master. At first glance, I really thought the one standing below was the master.

I thought about it for a while, and then I understood that the master went down the mountain once in a while, and every time the dragon saw his head and tail, he became the object of imitation by the monks in the temple, so the host dressed similarly to the master to show that the relationship between him and the master in the temple is not shallow .

Then I saw the host took out a bird from the baggy clothes. The bird was covered in pale brown, with a bright red on its gray-black beak.

I looked left and right and felt that the bird looked a bit like a duck, and it was a teal.

Just wondering why this short and fat official with oily forehead was so attached to a teal, he saw that official took the bird carefully, and caressed the bird's feathers with his fat and short fingers: "This kind of exotic Marquis Yuanyang searched everywhere, but couldn't find it, the male was about to die, now, it all depends on this one."

The host recited Amitabha Buddha: "Your Majesty is too persistent, may I ask that these mandarin ducks are originally a pair, but if one of them dies, how can they be another pair?"

The short and fat official said: "Hey, we just need to prove it to the lord, and we can obey him. As for whether the bird will die in the future, it has nothing to do with us?"

The two smiled similarly.

After listening to the conversation between the two, my blood boiled all over, and finally there was something that would allow me to steal something that could prove my stealing skill. He also said that it is not very precious, and if it is stolen, no one will look for it so that I can escape.

So, I exhibited the stealth stunt that I had learned for half a year. I got close to the resting short fat man, put him in the bedside cage, and the bird ran away after picking it up. I never thought that my stunt was indeed very successful. But the splint on the upper body was not up to snuff. When the bird was frightened and fluttered in the cage, the splint made a loud cracking sound. The short and fat officer was sleeping in a daze, and suddenly opened his eyes and stared at me, looking at me The splint on my upper body, my eyes were frightened, and when I saw the bird in my hand, I yelled in panic, "Come here, there is a monster..."

I understood the panic and anger in his eyes, he thought I stole the bird to eat... and felt that the bird was not full, so he decided that I even chewed him.

Fortunately, I didn't have a splint on my leg, and I was still able to learn the trick of the god thief. I hugged the bird, climbed over the window, and ran into the forest.

Unexpectedly, this bird is so important, and it is too far from my expectation that I don’t want it to be pursued. The short fat officer has a lot of power, and he sent hundreds of people to search for monsters all over the sky. I jumped on the tree and could see them everywhere. Beating the branches and leaves, he shouted: "Monster, barrel monster, come out!"

I managed to escape to the edge of a stream, and took a photo with the stream. The master’s splint was well done, and even the top of the head was perfectly rounded, so that the whole face seemed to be embedded in a small wooden barrel, and the upper body was tight. Such as a medium-sized wooden barrel, two hands such as two trombone wooden spoons.

(End of this chapter)