Not long after the doctor left, the father and son of the Qiao family, who had been allowed, hurriedly entered the boudoir. Qiao Yin took the lead, and when he came up, he asked for warmth.

Although Qiao Xuan didn't speak, he kept standing aside with concern. Under the eyes is self-blame and distress.

At this moment, the villains father and son are really more distressed than a girl on the couch.

Looking at his father and brother in front of him, Qiao Le felt sour in his heart. She is not a cowardly person, even if she is unlucky and falls into the book, she does not want to die or live.

But people are inherently complex, and sometimes they are coaxed and asked with concern, but they will lose their strength and can't help but be hypocritical.

So much so that she wanted to lower her eyes several times to hide the emotion in her eyes.

"It's not early, you still have injuries on your body, and your father and brother are here, but they are bothering you."

After about a stick of incense, Qiao Yin got up and took Qiao Xuan to say goodbye to Qiao Le.

When leaving, he didn't forget to tell Qiao Le distressedly that he must have a good rest.

It was bitter that Agarwood and other maids were suffering, and the scalp that was instructed again today was numb. The shadows of noon have not yet dispersed.

Looking at the back of his father and brother leaving, Qiao Le wanted to speak and stopped. To be precise, he stopped talking about Qiao Xuan.

Because from the time the scumbag came in to the time he left, he didn't say a word to her. To be honest, she was a little worried, and she was really sorry.

Lying back on the couch, after a night of frightening, she finally fell asleep in her cranky thoughts.

But no one knew that she had a smile on her lips after she fell asleep.

Because from now on, she is also a member of this family and this group of villains.

She is the lord of Yongle, Qiao Le.

In the blink of an eye, when Qiao Le opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day.

Under the service of Agarwood and other maids, she went through a series of processes such as medicine, washing, and eating, and finally sat in the courtyard and basked in the sun leisurely.

The glass of wine is full, and the maids are around.

Hey, the life of the villain is so boring and boring.

It is worth mentioning that she found that her eyebrows were gray again this morning. I don't know if it's because of yesterday's favor.

"By the way, Agarwood, what about the black eagle of the county lord?"

Qiao Le held the jade cup and suddenly remembered this stubble. The black eagle that her brother gave her yesterday, she didn't have time to see it.

"Don't you really stew."

"County Lord, you have a really big heart." Agarwood shook her head angrily, "We just stew ourselves, and we don't dare to stew it." What kind of black eagle is it, it is the one in a million Haidongqing under the son of the world! ”

While Agarwood was talking, there were already two maids holding wooden shelves and walking quickly.

It's just that the black eagle on the shelf, which should be pitch black, is pure white at the moment, like an elf in a snowy mountain, full of spirituality.

It folded its wings, its snow-white feathers full and delicate, and it was proudly tilting its head, not lonely. The previous black, that was all tactical dyeing.

However, Hai Dongqing, who was so lonely, successfully slipped the soles of his feet the moment he saw Qiao Le.

Shrinking its neck, it seemed to remember Qiao Le in front of it, the woman who said she was going to roast it yesterday.

Seeing the woman getting closer and closer to her, even her feathers trembled.

"Sure enough, it's Hai Dongqing!"

Qiao Le looked at the black eagle in front of him and couldn't help but admire. The god of ten thousand eagles, Hai Dongqing, also known as the spear falcon, is the supreme totem of the Manchu people in reality.

I didn't expect the gift that Brother Scumbag gave him casually, so it was so good.

Moved, really moved.

"By the way, what about my brother? Did you have a good rest when you went back yesterday? ”

Thinking of Qiao Xuan, Qiao Le couldn't help but ask worriedly.