Little Lord

The newspapers that were popular back then are definitely no longer available outside. If you want to read them, you can only ask insiders for them.

Jiang Zhuozhuo felt that there was nothing wrong with his idea.

What is the difference between a portrait of a woman who shows her face soon after hatching and a full-moon photo? She, Xiaoniaobenniao, needs to collect one!
Let me feel better! Let me feel better!
Since the little round bird expressed her desire to read the newspaper so frankly and strongly, the left-behind bird went to get her a copy of the internal archive that he had brought with him.

Jiang Zhuozhuo took the newspaper and held it under his paw to read.

Front page headline, very impressive!
Bird satisfied!
The title... the title was just so-so, and its level of sensationalism and outrageousness was far less than those unscrupulous marketing accounts she had seen.

Looking at the portrait above, hmm…how come it’s been nearly twenty years since I hatched, and when I returned I’m still a little round bird, unchanged at all?

The little round bird didn't quite believe it: "Chirp, chirp, chirp (Is this real)?" She patted the portrait on the newspaper with her bird's claws in a serious manner and asked her question, "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp (It's exactly the same as it is now)!"

Could it be that these people are using newly printed newspapers to pass off as old newspapers?

unacceptable!

He actually cheated on the bird!

Left-behind bird: ...We also want to know why you haven't changed at all over these years!!!
Other princesses all grew phoenix feathers and turned into humans immediately after breaking out of their shells. You are completely out of sync and that's heresy.

Jiang Zhuozhuo found out that he had indeed looked like this since birth, and he stopped worrying about this little thing.

She naturally asked Jude to help her put away the newspaper, completely ignoring the newspaper owner's hesitant expression, and began to chat with him enthusiastically.

Jiang Zhuozhuo was mainly chatting: How long have you been here? How long will you stay here? When will the other birds come back? Since we are here, why don’t we eat some skewers together!
When several reporters who were out looking for clues returned to their base that day, they saw everyone busy washing and cutting vegetables and... stringing the cut vegetables together.

Birds:?
When the little round bird heard the door open, it flew over and greeted them enthusiastically: "Are you all back? I heard that you have a meat-cutting expert. We've saved some meat for you to cut!"

After she finished speaking, she kept looking at the birds that had returned one after another, curious about which one was the meat-cutting expert.

The left-behind bird who was busy following Jude and the others came to her senses and looked at the editor-in-chief of their group.

They are from the dark-skinned crow tribe and are very unwelcome in the imperial capital. Thanks to the president's willingness to give them a chance, their tribe can now get a stable job.

The president is so nice!
The editor-in-chief is their patriarch and their backbone.

"Editor-in-chief, you're back!"

Jiang Zhuozhuo immediately followed the crows and looked over. The leader of the crows had transformed into a woman dressed in black.

The men behind her were dressed similarly to her, except that they lacked her intimidating aura.

The feathers of the Crows are pure black, but their hair color is dark purple, a bit like the color of lightning lighting up the night sky.

Jiang Zhuozhuo was looking at the group of people, and the other party was also looking at Jiang Zhuozhuo.

If they saw it correctly, it was this little round bird that was flying around and directing the remaining crows to do their work.

"Hello, Your Highness, I am Lightning."

The leader of the Crow Clan spoke.

They usually don't go directly to the person involved, most of the time they just observe from the dark. But if someone really comes to their door, they won't be afraid.

Jiang Zhuozhuo said "Huh" and started chatting with the person in a very familiar manner: "Just now I thought your hair color was very similar to the color of Lightning, I didn't expect your real name was Lightning! You guys are called Wind, Rain and Cloud, is it a code name or your real name?"

Lightning paused: "Is this important?"

Jiang Zhuozhuo said, "It doesn't matter, I'm just curious. I know a big guy who used more than 180 pseudonyms to publish articles in newspapers! Do you have to create many pseudonyms in this business? If someone sues you for violating privacy and wants to arrest someone, you can just throw away the pseudonyms and say, 'That was done by lightning, what does it have to do with me?'"

lightning:?
Lightning said: "Why have I never heard of such a person?"

After all, she is an industry insider with decades of experience.

Jiang Zhuozhuo said: "You definitely don't know him. I saw him in 'Inheritance'."

Jiang Zhuozhuo has become very fluent in speaking now. He will put anything that others don’t know into the “inheritance”.

It's not a lie to say this, it is indeed the inheritance she has received over the past decade, all taught to her during the nine years of compulsory education and three years of high school!
In order to prove that there really was such a powerful person, the little round bird even flew into the air and recited a poem to them: "I face the criticism of thousands of people with a cold brow, and I bow my head and am willing to be a cow for children!"

The room was filled with silence.

For a moment, they thought of all the discussions and disgust they had heard in the past.

Their group was unwelcome everywhere and was looked down upon everywhere; even when they were recruited by the president of "The Sun Weekly", they were still very unpopular. Everyone hated their prying and the way they distorted facts to attract attention.

But the president is so good to them, they should do their best to do their job well.

They don't care how others view them.

They're not likable anyway.

And shouldn’t the ugly behavior of the nobles be seen by the common people?
Their "Sun Weekly" is positioned as a newspaper that ordinary people can understand. There are free reading points in every block of the imperial capital. Anyone can borrow the newspaper as long as they don't take it away!

If people really cannot read, there are wandering artists who receive payment from the newspaper office to read newspapers to the public every week.

Even though the sages in the Sages' Academy have repeatedly criticized their "Sun Weekly" for producing cultural garbage, they still produce the newspaper with the largest audience in the entire empire!

Although Jiang Zhuozhuo only recited a short sentence of poetry, all the Crows seemed to be recalling the first half of their lives. Some of the older Crows even had tears in their eyes.

Lightning was the first to come to his senses and asked Jiang Zhuozhuo, "Is this the only sentence in this poem?"

Jiang Zhuozhuo: "Of course not."

Lightning asked, "What about the rest?"

Jiang Zhuozhuo: "I forgot."

lightning:"………"

Why did you forget?
How could I forget?
Lightning was filled with melancholy.

Jiang Zhuozhuo thought it was normal to forget.

The traditional skills of a poor student are that he can only recite famous lines from poems.

Recite a whole poem? Impossible! Seeing that the editor-in-chief named Lightning seemed to want to grab him and shake him to see if he could recite a few more verses of the big boss, Jiang Zhuozhuo decisively changed the subject: "Are you the bird they said is good at cutting meat?"

Lightning was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and pushed a black-clothed boy next to him: "He is the one who cuts the meat for us."

Jiang Zhuozhuo turned his head and found that it was actually a white crow. It had white hair and a pale complexion. It looked a bit like the snow outside.

His whole temperament is very cold, and his eyes give people the feeling of a cold blade.

You can tell at first glance... that he knows how to cut meat!
Upon further questioning, the boy's code name was "Snow".

Jiang Zhuozhuo urged the cold-blooded boy to go to the chopping block and cut the meat, saying, "I've been waiting for you!"

Even Lightning was confused by her: This is their base, right? Why does this Ninth Prince seem to be the owner of this base? What on earth is this Ninth Prince doing here?

Jiang Zhuozhuo didn't feel at all that she was occupying someone else's nest. She assigned corresponding food preparation tasks to everyone, and then flew stealthily to the window to look around.

After making sure that there was no one outside sent by Maine or Lan to keep an eye on her, she took out a bag of Chuan Chuan Xiang seasoning she had gotten from Helana and started making the base of the pot.

Medical experts have studied this seasoning and concluded that it is of no benefit to birds and will only damage the oral mucosa and other mucosal tissues!
It was this conclusion that led Maine and Lann to forbid her to eat anything they wanted.

That’s right, this thing is dried chili.

She recently discovered it at Sailor’s Bazaar.

It is said to be a specialty of Liberty City. Local black boxers can secretly chew two of them when they go on the field and instantly burst out with tremendous power.

It can be seen that this is a drug that can increase the critical hit rate and critical hit damage in the short term!
Or banned drugs.

Jiang Zhuozhuo felt that since he wasn't going to fight in an underground boxing match, eating a little shouldn't be considered a violation.

As long as you don't eat it every day, what's the harm in using it as a seasoning?

Without chili peppers, skewers have no soul at all!
Jiang Zhuozhuo was originally thinking about where to have a secret meal, but then he discovered the base of "The Sun Weekly".

There are so many birds here and they are so welcoming. They are willing to let her have a meal of skewers here, which is super good!

Jiang Zhuozhuo started to work seriously.

Put butter in it, put chili in it, put bay leaves in it, put everything in it!
As the pot boiled, a strong aroma wafted throughout the stronghold.

Just by smelling that scent, the crows were already perked up.

What is this?
Why does it smell so good?
The editor-in-chief of Lightning was stringing two cut red umbrellas on a skewer with a complicated look on his face.

The Crow Clan member who was also assigned to deal with the white pole was still young and not as patient as Lightning. He couldn't help but lower his voice and discuss with her: "Is this thing really edible?"

Lightning said: "We crows should be able to eat it."

They are easy to feed and will be fine even if it's rotten meat.

Ordinary poisons cannot kill them.

And according to Jiang Zhuozhuo herself, this is an edible fungus specially cultivated by the birds under her command, and Earl Lan En said it was delicious after eating it.

If even someone like Count Lan can eat it, what are they afraid of eating?!

Jiang Zhuozhuo prepared the soup base and turned back into a little round bird to patrol the base.

Vegetarian skewers are ready, meat skewers are ready, and dipping sauces are ready——

Everything is ready, just waiting to be put into the pot!
Jiang Zhuozhuo was very happy. He landed on Lightning's shoulder and discussed with her: "I heard that you will stay here for at least a month. Can I come to your place to eat skewers next time?"

lightning:?
We haven't even had our meal this time, and you're already making plans for next time?
Lightning's sharp eyes swept across the crows.

Who on earth told the Ninth Princess the time they had to wait? !
The few birds that stayed behind lowered their heads in shame.

They don't know why things turned out like this.

Lightning took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't blame the people below him entirely.

Wasn't she also assigned to be in charge of stringing mushrooms without knowing why?
Even if they don't specifically use their bloodline power, the Phoenix Clan still has a natural ability to suppress and bewitch other bird clans.

Lightning didn't say anything, so Jiang Zhuozhuo took it as her agreement.

She flew to the shoulder of the crow named "Snow" and observed the last batch of meat that he had cut.

Jiang Zhuozhuo never hesitates to praise those who do a good job: "You cut really well, just a little bit worse than Huo Weiler!"

This name instantly made all the crows prick up their ears.

what?
Howell?
Howell can also... cut meat?!

Wait, is the relationship between the Ninth Princess and Horvile Heitlinger so good now?

Could it be that the prophecy will come true on the Ninth Princess?
Each crow has already written thousands of words of ups and downs in his mind.

Unfortunately, when I looked up and saw the little round bird not far away, the urge to write quickly suddenly cooled down.

Why does it feel like this arrangement is a crime?
This little round bird is clearly still a baby bird.

Jiang Zhuozhuo didn't notice the strangeness of the Crows at all. Seeing that red bubbles were bubbling at the bottom of the pot, he immediately changed into a human form and put the skewers in one by one.

It will be ready to eat soon!

Jiang Zhuozhuo was immersed in the joy of successfully smuggling when the door of the Sun Weekly's base was suddenly knocked from outside.

Lightning looked at Jiang Zhuozhuo.

They don't know anyone here.

The person who came should be looking for Jiang Zhuozhuo.

(End of this chapter)