Seeing the cockatoo fall in the cage, Yan Qing was shocked.

This little thing has been raised by it for three years now, and has been tortured and trained countless times by him, but it has never been so delicate, why is it suddenly clucking now?

He opened the cage and put his hand on the cockatoel's small body, well, there was still gas, it was not dead, it seemed that he had fainted. He turned around and looked at the sweaty BMW, "What did you say to it?" ”

The sweaty BMW took two steps back, and a pair of horse eyes showed weakness.

Yan Qing stared at it for a while, and the ghost envoy seemed to understand something, held the cockatoo in the palm of his hand, and said to the sweaty and bloody horse, "Go back to the horse ring yourself and think about it, and you will be punished for three days and not allowed to go out of the horse circle." Don't even think about the benefits of walking. ”

The sweaty BMW turned his head and left, his head drooping, with a cowardly attitude, but he was very happy in his heart, and he finally didn't have to walk under the sun, which was not what the horse wanted to do.

Yan Qing naturally didn't know that this thing would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger with him, so he took the cockatoo back to the painting hall.

Ling Hua sat at the table, in addition to the gold embroidery thread on the table, there were also several other embroidery threads, especially the purple embroidery thread, which was a lot of gold embroidery threads, and it looked a little dazzling.

Yan paused lightly, a little worried that these things were embroidered on his clothes, and he didn't know if he could see them when he put them on, but he looked at Ling Hua with his head down, threading needles and threads, looking demure and gentle, like a painting, and swallowed his mind back.

After all, she worked hard to do it, and even if it is ugly when the time comes, he will wear it!

He stepped up to the threshold, walked to the table, placed the cockatoo on the table, and asked Ling Hua, "Are you thirsty?" ”

Ling Hua shook his head, "I'm not thirsty." ”

Yan Qing poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

Ling Hua saw him sitting at the table for a long time without moving, she raised her head, only to find that there was a parrot on the table with closed eyes that seemed to be asleep, she looked at it carefully and thought it was funny, "This parrot can fall asleep if you take it casually, how is it so tired?" Trained by you again? ”

She heard the housekeeper say that Yan Qing had three hobbies, basking in the sun under the grape trellis, teaching cockatoos to sing songs, and wandering the streets in the middle of the night.

The cockatoo was stupid when he started raising it, and after a few years, he was about to be trained by him.

Of course, the cost of the cockatoo is also very large, not only to become sperm, but also to nerves.

"It's not trained by me, it's by small paintings." Yan answered her lightly with a cup of tea.

Ling Hua was stunned, "Who is Xiaohua?" ”

Yan Qing's eyes drifted for a moment, and he coughed, "It's that horse." ”

Ling Hua: "......"

She couldn't bear it a little, "It's obviously called light painting, what name are you changing blindly?" ”

"It's not good."

"I think it sounds good."

"It's not good."

"Sounds good."

Ling Hua was angry, "If you change it casually, I will call it Xiaoqing in the future." ”

Banquet light: "......"

He looked at Shang Linghua, and when he saw that she seemed to be really angry, he paused and compromised, "Okay, that's still called light painting." ”

Seeing that he changed his words, Ling Hua's anger suddenly subsided, and he continued to bow his head to make clothes, "You mean it's stunned by light painting?" What's going on? ”

"Just to say hello, probably the stinky horse laughed at it for being in a cage all day long, and it was dizzy."

Ling Hua opened his eyes, "It's quite temperamental, is it often dizzy?" ”

"Haven't fainted before."

Ling Hua laughed, "So, you're planning to release it out of the cage now?" Aren't you afraid that it will wake up and run? Not coming back? ”

After all, his training of the cockatoo is too inhuman, how can he teach it to sing the tactful eighteen-bend Jiangnan minor? The girls in the Red Mansion Boat may not be able to sing very well.

"Even if you run away, you will come back, and there is no place where I can eat and drink well in the waiting house." Yan Qing was very confident, "Its singing is almost learned, and in the future, I will put it outside the cage, so that it can stand on the branch and sing when it is fine." ”

Ling Hua raised his head again and looked at the cockatoo that was still dizzy, and thought it was quite good-looking, and said to Yan Qing, "Wait for the next piece of clothing, I'll draw you a piece of it embroidered on the sleeve, a unique novelty." ”

"Okay." Yan Qing glanced at the pile of embroidery thread again, still shaking his eyes, he stood up, "I'm going to take a nap." ”

Ling Hua let out an "um".

Yan Qing turned around and went back to the house.

Half an hour later, the cockatoo woke up slowly, stood up with its wings fluttering, glanced around, didn't see Yan Qing, and then stood on the table, looking at Ling Hua with black eyes.

Ling Hua ignored it and lowered his head to do his job.

The cockatoo stood for a while, then flapped its wings and flew out, flew around the Duanjing Houfu, and finally stood at the highest eaves, dazed for a while, flew back to the painting hall, returned to the table, tilted its head to look at Ling Hua for a while, and then sang to her.

Ling Hua: "......"

Is this little thing singing to her?

She raised her head to look at it, and saw that it was holding up its small chest and singing very tactfully, and she shouted outside, "Duanyang." ”

Duanyang immediately came to the door, "What do you want the girl to order?" ”

"Go get a stack of pastries."

Duanyang answered, and after a while, he brought a plate of pastries and put it in front of Ling Xiang.

Ling Hua put down the clothes in his hand, broke the pastry, spread it in the palm of his hand, and stretched it out in front of the cockatoike.

The cockatoo stopped singing, tilted its head to look at it for a while, then lowered its head and pecked at the pastry in Ling Hua's palm.

After a piece of pastry was eaten by it, Ling Hua poured it another glass of water.

The cockatoo drank happily.

Ling Hua got up and washed his hands, thinking that this little thing was very funny, if she abducted it home, I don't know if Yan Qing would think about it, if he thought about it, wouldn't he be able to think of her?

The cockatoo had eaten and drunk, lay on the table for a while, remembered something, ran out again, went out of the yard, and went straight to the horse pen.

Duanyang looked at the little thing that flew away, thinking that it must have gone to seek revenge on the bloody horse.

The cockatoo came in and landed on top of its head, pecked it awake, and then cheerfully told it that thanks to it, it was released from the cage.

After Yan Qing woke up, seeing that Ling Hua was still embroidering clothes, he yawned lazily and asked, "What about the little thing?" When did it fly away? ”

"You didn't sleep long."

"Hungry?" Yan Qing saw a plate of pastries on the table, was eaten a piece, and glanced at the sky.

"Don't be hungry, give the little parrot a piece." Ling Hua replied.

Yan Qing didn't ask any more, walked out of the door, stood under the eaves, woke up for a while, turned around and said to Ling Hua, "I want to drink." ”

"No, you've only been injured for two days, and you're not well, so you can't drink."

Yan snorted lightly, "It's all scarred, and drinking doesn't bother much." ”

"That's not going to work either."

"You care about me?" Yan Qing was unhappy, "Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere with me?" ”

Ling Hua said seriously, "You are injured for me, and I should be responsible for your physical injuries for the time being." Originally, the injury could be cured in ten days, but if you were to live for a month, wouldn't you have to drink a month's bitter medicine soup? Do you think it is more cost-effective to endure for ten days or drink bitter medicine soup for a month? ”

Yan Qing turned around and walked back, "There is no medicinal wine?" ”

Without waiting for Ling Hua to answer, he said seriously, "I'm hungry." ”

Ling Hua thought for a while and discussed with him, "Yes, but you can't drink more, I'll ask Liuli to get you a pot?" ”

Yan Qing was immediately happy, "Okay." ”

The fiancée is very good, she has what she wants.

Ling Hua shouted to the outside world, "Liuli, you go back to the house, bring the jar of Ganoderma lucidum drunk from the wine cellar, and pour a pot for the little marquis to drink at night." ”

Ruri: "......"

She couldn't say anything anymore, is Lingzhi drunk an ordinary medicinal wine? It is wine brewed with Ganoderma lucidum, and there are no two jars in the cellar.

She glanced at the inner room, and saw that the little marquis of Yan was sitting lazily, and after hearing that Lingzhi was drunk, his facial expression was very vivid all of a sudden, and then, staring at her, if the eyes could speak, it must be saying, go quickly.

She sighed and turned to go.

Yan Qing was very happy, "Duanyang, let the kitchen make two more appetizers." ”

Duanyang nodded, thinking that Miss Ling was so good to the little marquis, hey, Lingzhi is drunk, think about it, it's good wine.

With good wine, Yan Qing was in a good mood, and said to Ling Hua, "Don't embroider, it's been half a day, you're tired, rest, Ming'er will talk about it." ”

Ling Hua nodded, and simply put all the embroidery threads of his clothes into the box, and then stretched out his wrist lightly to Yan Yan, "Can you help me rub my wrist?" ”

The banquet looked light and refused, "It's not good." ”

Ling Hua was pitiful, "Liuli went back to get the wine, only you are the closest to me here, you don't help me, no one really helps me, I can't hold chopsticks to eat for a while, you are afraid that you have to feed me, then you drink Ganoderma lucidum drunk, I still need you to feed on the side, you are busy working at both ends, is it not fragrant good wine?" ”

Yan Qing thought about it, looking at the hand she stretched out in front of him, white and tender, delicate and delicate, he raised his eyebrows, "You rub your right hand with your left hand." ”

Ling Hua was not happy, "But if it's good, I'll give it if you want it." ”

The implication is that if you are asked to do such a small thing, you are not happy, so how can you give you good things in the future?

Banquet light: "......"

He turned his face, struggled for a moment, turned his head, conscience and temptation prevailed.

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