The progress of the lotus feast is not fast, but it is not slow.

It is mainly composed of two parts: poetry and talent.

And the truth is that poetry is secondary, talent is the main thing.

Because Qiao Le knows very well that the author has never spent a lot of money on poetry, especially in the rebirth text.

After all, the authors are not all Cao Xueqin and Cao Gong, and a poem comes as soon as he opens his mouth.

So the main attraction is still in talent.

Qiao Le: "Apple, do you want it?" ”

On the Qinglian Pavilion, Qiao Le sat on a chair and watched, while boringly peeling apples.

In fact, it's not boring, it's just pure gluttony.

Although Agarwood and the others all wanted to help her, she was very sincere and suggested that they stay outside with Long Qi.

Because Jun Yan's mood is extremely unstable today, in order for him not to hurt the innocent, this pain should be borne by her Qiao Le herself.

Who made her good brother come to her aunt?

After all, both men and women are in a bad mood for a few days every month.

Understand, to fully understand.

Jun Yan wanted to say no, but when he looked sideways, he saw that Qiao Le had cut the apples into small crescents and placed them neatly on the plate.

And with a smile and groaning, he handed it to him.

Somehow, since Qiao Le said that she understood, she has become more and more kind to him.

He had to ask him everything, and his tone was extremely gentle and kind.

Is this the legendary petty gentleness?

In a trance, Jun Yan somehow made a ghost and said, I don't want to do it.

Qiao Le: "......"

So in the next second, Jun Yan saw the hard-core Qiao Le little fairy, and directly inserted the apple peeling knife into the apple, and handed it to his mouth very cooperatively.

Well, recalling that day in the teahouse, Qiao Le also fed him peony flower cakes like this.

But at that time, she used her hands, not a knife......

Jun Yan wanted to speak, but after seeing Qiao Le's gradually deteriorating eyes, he silently bit the apple.

Actually, it's good.

Qiao Le smiled at this.

Hold back, for the sake of my good brother who is handicapped and can't take care of himself, and now he is in a bad mood and has no hot water to drink.

She should care for him, take care of him, and forgive him.

Well, don't be angry, watch the plot, she Qiao Le likes to watch the plot the most.

So, Qiao Le tried his best to hypnotize himself and set his eyes on the good show on the opposite floor.

At the same time, he did not forget to reach out regularly and feed Jun Yan and himself.

This time, it was not the two of them who reached a settlement, but Qiao Le, who unilaterally reached a reconciliation with himself.

In life, it is difficult at the beginning, in the middle, and at the end.

The life of the non-chief is even more difficult.

But no matter how difficult Qiao Le is, Jun Yan, who is sitting next to her, is not difficult at all. Not only is it not difficult, but it is also extremely comfortable.

Because God knows that in the heart of this little prince, the commanding young marshal of Zhengbei, and I don't know how many people have cried, a new equation has been perfectly born.

Qiao Le = Lord of Yongle = Unlucky girl = I want = mine.

Then let's round it up and erase all the nonsense in between.

Jole = Mine.

Nodding slightly, Jun Yan was very satisfied with this.

And in order to ensure that the equation can be perfected, a feasible blueprint for operation has also been quickly gathered in his mind.

The specific performance is two words, arrangement!

At the same time, Qiao Xuan, who was sitting at the table drinking tea opposite, suddenly had an ominous premonition.

It's like a bold bastard who is calculating him.