"There's also a blue-purple one. That one's the worst, but its fur is nice." Jiang Xi grinned. In her original memory, the purple-blue shuttlecock had accompanied her for a long time.
Zhao Yingying's head was a little dizzy, and she said silently, "Purple-blue parrot? The king of parrots? Don't tell me you ate this?" The corner of Zhao Yingying's mouth twitched. It was said that a neighboring country had offered a pair of purple-blue parrots more than ten years ago. The emperor kept one and rewarded the crown prince with the other. The crown prince treasured it like it was his own life. Her grandfather had lied to the crown prince several times in order to see the purple-blue parrot, so it was not an exaggeration to say that this purple-blue parrot was a sky-high price parrot! However, what was Jiang Xi saying now? She had eaten it?
