Yan Qing was shocked when she watched the cockatoo fall into the cage.

This little thing has been raised by it for three years and has been subjected to his torture and training countless times. None of them have been so delicate. Why is it suddenly creaking now?

He opened the cage and placed his hand on the cockatoo's little body. Well, he was still angry, he was not dead, and seemed to have fainted. He turned around and looked at the sweat-blooded BMW, "What did you say to it?"

The sweat-blooded BMW took two steps back, and his eyes were filled with guilt.

Yan Qing stared at it for a while, and seemed to understand something by some reason. She held the cockatoo in her palm and said to the sweat-blooded BMW, "Go back to the horse circle and think about it, and you will be punished for three days not to leave the horse circle. Don't even think about the benefits of walking."

The sweaty and bloody BMW turned around and left, with a drooping head, looking depressed, but I was very happy. I finally didn't have to take a walk in the sun, it was not what the horse wanted to do.

Yan Qing naturally didn't know that this thing would actually pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger with him. He held the cockatoo and returned to the painting hall.

Ling Hua sat at the table. In addition to the golden threads placed on the table, there were also several other threads, especially purple threads, which were comparable to the number of golden threads, and it looked a bit eye-catching.

Yan Qing paused for a moment, a little worried that these things would be embroidered on his clothes, and she didn't know whether she could see them on her body, but she looked at Ling Hua lowering her head and threading her needles, looking quiet and gentle, like a painting, and swallowed her mind back.

It was all she worked hard to do. Even if it was ugly, he would just wear it!

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

Ling Hua shook her head, "No thirst."

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

Ling Hua saw him sitting at the table for a long time without moving, she raised her head and found a parrot with her eyes closed like she was asleep on the table. She looked carefully and found it interesting, "This parrot can fall asleep no matter how you take it. Why are you so tired? Are you scolded again?"

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

When he started raising a cockatoo, he was stupid. After a few years, he almost became a sperm.

Of course, the cost of cockatoos is also very high, not only to form sperm, but also to become nerves.

"It was not taught by me, it was angered by Xiaohua." Yan Qing replied to her while drinking tea.

Ling Hua was stunned, "Who is Xiao Hua?"

Yan Qing's eyes floated and she coughed, "It's that horse."

Ling Hua: "..."

She was a little unbearable, "It's obviously called Qinghua, what name are you changing?"

"It's not nice to hear."

"I think it sounds nice."

"Not nice."

“Sounds nice.”

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

Yan Qing: "..."

He met Ling Hua's gaze and saw that she seemed really angry. He paused and compromised, "Okay, that's better call her Qinghua."

When Ling Hua saw him change his words, his anger faded and continued to lower his head to make clothes, "What do you mean is it dizzy by Qinghua? What's going on?"

"Just say hello, maybe the stinky horse joked that it was locked in a cage all day long, and it was so angry."

Ling Hua opened his eyes, "It's quite energetic, do you often dizzy?"

"I haven't fainted before."

Ling Hua was funny, "So, are you planning to put it out of the cage now? Are you not afraid that it will wake up and run away? Don't come back?"

After all, his training for cockatoos is too unfamiliar, so how could he teach it to sing a melodious Jiangnan tune? The girls in the Red Chamber Painting Boat may not be able to sing very well.

"Even if you run away, you will come back. There is no place where I can eat and drink well in Duanjing Hou Mansion." Yan Qing was very confident. "Its singing is almost done. In the future, it will be placed outside the cage and let it stand on the branches and sing when it is fine."

Ling Hua raised his head and looked at the now dizzy cockatoo. He thought it was quite beautiful and said to Yan Qing, "When I have a dress next, I will draw a novelty for you to embroider the sleeves."

"Okay." Yan Qing glanced at the pile of embroidery threads again, and still shook his eyes. He stood up and said, "I'm going to take a nap."

Ling Hua said "Yes".

Yan Qing turned around and returned to the house.

Half an hour later, the crested cockatoo woke up slowly, shaking its wings and stood up, and looked around, but didn't see Yan Qing, then stood on the table, looking at Ling Hua with dark eyes.

Ling Hua ignored it and lowered his head to do his own work.

The crested cockatoo stood for a while, then flew out with its wings, flew around Duanjing Hou Mansion, and finally stood at the highest eaves of the house. After a while, he flew back to the painting hall, returned to the table, looked at Ling Hua for a while, and then sang a song to her.

Ling Hua: "..."

Is this little thing singing to her?

She looked up at it, and saw it erecting with its small breasts, singing very gracefully. She shouted to the outside, "Dragon Yang."

Duan Yang immediately came to the door, "What are the instructions for the girl?"

"Go and get a stack of pastries."

Duan Yang responded, and after a moment, he brought a plate of pastries and placed them in front of Ling Hua.

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

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

After it ate all the pastry, Ling Hua poured it another glass of water.

The cockatoo drank happily.

Ling Hua stood up and washed his hands, thinking that this little thing was quite fun. If she had turned it home, I wonder if Yan Qing would think of it. If he had thought of it, wouldn't he think of her?

The cockatoo was full and drunk, and lay on the table for a while, remembered something, ran out of the yard, and headed straight for the horse ring.

Duanyang looked at the little thing flying away, thinking that it must have gone to seek revenge on the sweat-blooded BMW.

The sweat-blooded BMW was taking a nap in the horse's ring. The cockatoo came in and landed on its head, pecking it, and then happily told it, thank you, because it was released from the cage.

After Yan Qing woke up, he saw Ling Hua still embroidering clothes. He yawned lazily and asked, "Where is that little thing? When did it fly away?"

"You haven't been asleep for long."

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

"I'm not hungry, I'll give the little parrot a piece." Ling Hua replied.

Yan Qing stopped asking, 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 have only been injured for two days and have not healed yet. You can't drink."

Yan sneered lightly, "It's scarred, and drinking doesn't have much tolerate much."

“That won’t work either.”

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

Ling Hua said seriously, "You are for my injury, and I should be responsible for your physical injury for the time being. Originally, the injury can be healed after ten days of care. If you delay for one month, wouldn't you have to drink a bitter medicine soup for one month? Do you think it's worth it, ten days or a bitter medicine soup for one month?"

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

Before Ling Hua could answer, he said seriously, "I'm greedy for wine."

Ling Hua thought about it and discussed with him, "Yes, but you can't drink too much. I'll ask Liuli to make a pot for you?"

Yan Qing was immediately happy, "Okay."

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

Ling Hua shouted to the outside world, "Liuli, come back to your house, bring the jar of Ganoderma lucidum from the wine cellar, and pour a pot for the little marquis to drink for the evening."

Liuli: "..."

She can't say anything anymore. Is Ganoderma lucidum an ordinary medicinal wine? It is a wine made of Ganoderma lucidum, and there are only two jars in the wine cellar.

She glanced at the inner room and saw that the little Marquis of Yan was sitting lazily. After hearing that Ganoderma lucidum was drunk, her facial expression suddenly became very vivid. Then, she stared at her. If her eyes could speak, she would definitely say, go quickly and go quickly.

She sighed and turned around and left.

Yan Qing was very happy, "Dragon Sun, let the kitchen make two more dishes."

Duanyang nodded, thinking that Miss Ling is so nice to the little Marquis. Alas, Ganoderma lucidum is drunk, thinking about it is a good wine.

With a good wine, Yan Qing was in a good mood and said to Ling Hua, "Stop embroidery, it's been a long time since you're tired, so take a rest, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Ling Hua nodded, put all the embroidery threads of the clothes into the box, and then stretched out his wrists to Yan, "Can you help me rub your wrists?"

Yan Qing paused and refused, "Not very good."

Ling Hua was pitiful, "Liuli went back to get the wine. You are the only one who is closest to me here. If you don't help me, no one will help me. I can't even get the chopsticks when I eat. I'm afraid you still have to feed me. If you get drunk with Ganoderma lucidum, if I still need you to feed you, you will be busy with your work. Will the good wine be no longer fragrant?"

Yan Qing thought about it, and looked at her hand that reached in front of her, white, tender, delicate, and delicate. He raised his eyebrows, "You rub your right hand with your left hand."

Ling Hua was unhappy, "If you want something good, I will give it to me."

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

Yan Qing: "..."

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

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Chapter completed!