God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

Although Ningmeng hasn't found out who spread the rumors, he still guessed that it's almost the same, it's probably Liu Shu's handwriting.

Maybe at this time, Liu Shu and Xi Jiamu were hiding in their yard and laughing.

But Ningmeng didn't give them this chance to snicker.

Ningmeng clapped her hands and got up: "I haven't been out for a few days. The weather today is pretty good. Miao Ling, do you want to go out to play?"

"Miss wait, the slave and maid will get some silver tickets!" Miao Ling responded happily.

Ningmeng is not the kind of person who is afraid of rumors in her heart, so Ningmeng wants to go out. Not only will she not stop Ningmeng, but she will also bring more money to make Ningmeng have fun.

So, a quarter of an hour later, Liu Shu and Xi Jiamu, who were hiding in their courtyard laughing, received the news that Ningmeng took Miao Ling out of the house.

Xi Jiamu paused, her expression unbelievable: "People outside are saying that to her, but she still has the intention to go out?"

According to Xi Jiamu's vision, at this time, Ningmeng shouldn't hide in her room and cry, worrying about her upcoming marriage?

"Maybe you don't want to go out and listen." Mother Zhang stepped forward, holding a bowl of steaming medicinal soup in her hand, and said to Liu Shu: "Madam, it's time to drink the medicine."

Liu Shu sat leaning on the bed. It was obviously hot, but she was wearing a thick jacket, and she looked pale and looked lacklustre.

The medicinal soup passed over the front of Xi Jiamu's noodles, leaving a bitter smell.

Xi Jiamu frowned because of the smell, and looked at Liu Shu: "Mother, what's wrong with your body? Why did you suddenly feel sick? Has father visited you?"

"He was here yesterday." Liu Shu was also frowning by the bitterness of the medicinal soup. Not only did the medicinal soup smell bad, the taste was even more bitter.

Liu Shu went on to say: "The doctor said he had a cold, and he would be fine after taking the medicine for a few days. Don't worry."

"Okay." Xi Jiamu responded casually.

But seeing Liu Shu lowering his head to drink the medicine, Xi Jiamu suddenly remembered, as if Liu Shu told her some time ago that Ningmeng was prescribed medicine.

It's been a few days, even if it's a chronic medicine, it should work, right?

I don't know what's going on, Xi Jiamu always feels something weird looking at Liu Shu, who is weak in health.

But what was wrong, she couldn't tell.

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Ningmeng didn't know that the effect in the porridge had worked so quickly. After all, she just let An Liu watch in the kitchen, but didn't send anyone to stare at Liu Shu and Xi Jiamu.

Ningmeng pulled Miao Ling out this time, doing what he wanted. After coming out, standing on the street with people coming and going, the two of them didn't know what to do.

"Just walk around! It's so lively, you can find a teahouse and listen to short stories when you get tired later." Ning Meng said.

Miao Ling naturally followed closely behind Ningmeng.

The streets of the imperial city at the feet of the emperor are lively and lively every day. The flags of the roadside shops are flying, the shouts of the small vendors are mixed with the voice of the guests bargaining, and the voices are full of people.

Ningmeng likes this kind of lively scene. She walks in the crowd with a brisk footstep. When passing by the old man selling candied haws, she also bought two bunches of candied haws, one with Miao Ling.

Lemon Meng bit the candied fruit in her mouth, and her mood was as brisk and joyful as the brown sugar on the gourd.

But before she and Miao Ling were allowed to stay outside for long, two men in gray robes blocked their way.

"Miss Xi, our master invites you to go upstairs." One of the men whispered.

Miao Ling immediately stood next to Ningmeng, looking at the two with vigilant eyes.

Ningmeng was okay. It was on the street, and they didn't dare to do it suddenly.

However, when she was stopped on the street, Ningmeng's mood was also a bit bad. She looked down and looked at the two of them: "What if I don't go?"

The gray-clothed man looked cold: "Then only sorry."

In this person's tone, he actually meant to do it directly.

At the same time, Ningmeng also felt a gaze falling on her. She raised her head slightly and met the person who was sitting by the window in a room on the second floor of the restaurant nearby.

Miao Ling also followed Ningmeng's sight to see him. Miao Ling frowned and whispered in Ningmeng's ear: "Miss, isn't this... the second prince?"

"Yeah." Ningmeng nodded and looked at the person in front of her: "Is this your master?"

"Yes." The man in gray replied and made a gesture to Ningmeng: "Miss Xi, please here."

"Miss..." Miao Ling stood in front of Ningmeng, his expression with obvious concern.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Ningmeng said in a low voice, raised her hand to pat Miao Ling, and then walked towards the restaurant.

Ningmeng naturally knew what Miao Ling was worried about.

It's nothing more than afraid that Qin Jin will still hate the previous events, and that Qin Jin will suddenly come to the door now to avenge the humiliation he suffered that day.

But Ningmeng doesn't think so.

If Qin Jin really wants revenge, I'm afraid he won't wait until now.

Qin Jin is now looking for the door, there must be other reasons.

I have to say that after leaving Qiyu to do the task alone, Ningmeng's head is much more flexible.

After going upstairs, the two gray-clothed men only let Ningmeng enter the room alone, even Miao Ling caught her outside, otherwise she would enter.

And they themselves stood by the door one by one, acting as the door god.

Ningmeng gave Miao Ling a soothing look, and then walked in.

With the door closed behind her, Ningmeng raised her eyes and looked at the man sitting at the small table.

Not seen for a while, Qin Jin looks completely different from the embarrassed appearance that appeared before Ningmeng before.

Qin Jin's brocade clothes, neatly dressed, handsome appearance, and calm expression sitting by the window, he looked like a rich young man brought up in a big family.

Seeing Ningmeng coming in, Qin Jin had a slight smile on his face: "Miss Xi, please here."

Ningmeng walked over and sat opposite Qin Jin.

Qin Jin immediately poured her a cup of hot tea with his own hands.

The fragrance of tea lingers, but Ningmeng doesn't have that good mood.

Ningmeng's face was cold, and she made no secret of her displeasure when she was suddenly invited up for tea: "What are you asking me for?"

"Can't I ask you to come up for tea if you are okay? Anyway, we are considered old acquaintances." Qin Jin smiled, "You can't enter the gate of the prime minister's mansion without my opening."

Qin Jin's remarks are very relevant, but Ningmeng doesn't like him.

"Second prince, the matter between us at that time was purely a transaction. We took you back to Beijing, and you helped me return to the prime minister's house." Ningmeng said clearly, "Other than that, we have nothing to do." Let alone an old acquaintance.