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

Because of the anxiety, Liu Shu didn't clean up much, even without changing his clothes, so he took Madam Zhang directly out of the yard, planning to go to Ningmeng.

Then outside the yard, I met Xi Jiamu who hurried over.

"Mother, I heard that His Royal Highness came over, and he is now in Xi Ningmeng's yard." Xi Jiamu said, his face full of jealousy when he said the next sentence.

Even if Qin Zhao and Ningmeng have been given marriage, Xi Jiamu feels uneasy whenever he thinks of this, and he can't wait to replace Xi Ningmeng's identity.

"Well, I already know, what are you doing here?" Liu Shu had to stop and talk to Xi Jiamu.

"I...I'll come and see you. Mother, where are you going?" Xi Jiamu's eyes flickered, and she didn't say that she wanted to see Qin Zhao at Ningmeng, but she was afraid of being alone. I was looked down upon by Ningmeng, so I wanted to come and find Liu Shu with him.

Xi Zhicheng is not at home now, and Qin Zhao has a noble status. If Liu Shu were to go, it would be a kind of etiquette.

"I'm going to see His Royal Highness, you go and sit in our courtyard first." Liu Shu said, walking hurriedly.

Xi Jiamu was overjoyed and followed Liu Shu: "Then I will go with you too."

Liu Shu didn't notice Xi Jiamu's look, and Liu Shu's mind was now occupied by the poisonous things in the food. Seeing Xi Jiamu wanted to follow, he just did her nothing.

Liu Shu and his party hurried to Wanyue Pavilion, and were stopped by the maids in front of the courtyard.

Miao Ling came in and reported to Ningmeng, "Miss, Madam and Miss Two are here."

Ningmeng and Qin Zhao looked at each other, and then said, "Let them come in."

As soon as Liu Shu entered the door, when he saw Ningmeng and Qin Zhao sitting at the round table, a chill rushed over his head, feeling that his heart was about to stop beating.

Mother Zhang, who followed Liu Shu's body, was too weak.

And Xi Jiamu secretly took a look at Qin Zhao, seemingly unaware of the poison in the dish.

Ningmeng admired the look on Liu Shu's face and couldn't smile. "Have my mother and sister ever eaten? Shall we sit down and eat together? We haven't started yet."

After the conversation, Liu Shu and Mother Zhang both breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, Xi Jiamu had already eaten a little when she was in her yard, but Ningmeng offered the opportunity to contact Qin Zhao on her own initiative, how could she not resist it.

Xi Jiamujiao smiled, with an eager attitude: "Then thank you sister, I just didn't eat it."

"Mu'er!" Liu Shu turned his head to face Xi Jiamu with a cold face, and when he looked back at Ningmeng and Qin Zhao, he returned to his usual gentleness and virtuousness.

Liu Shu said, "Mengmeng, after all, His Royal Highness is noble. He finally came to the mansion. How can he be a good receptionist? I have ordered the kitchen to prepare the banquet again. Why don't you move to the front hall for dinner together?"

Ningmeng smiled at Liu Shu, did not answer, then turned to look at Qin Zhao.

Although Liu Shu said this to Ningmeng, the last sentence was clearly asking Qin Zhao's wishes.

Qin Zhao sat next to Ningmeng, his handsome facial features indifferent.

If Liu Shu was really Ningmeng's mother, he might still give Liu Shu a bit of thin noodles.

But Liu Shu was not only not, but also wanted to poison Ning Meng's enemy.

Qin Zhao didn't smash Liu Shu to death with a palm, and he was already restrained.

In response to Liu Shu’s question, Qin Zhao’s expression was alienated. From the strands of hair to the soles of his feet, he showed that he was unwelcome to them: "No, I think the food in Mengmeng is quite good. The meals are not much different."

What Qin Zhao said was not casual.

After Qin Zhao and Ningmeng’s marriage decree came down, Xi Zhicheng made various compensations for Ningmeng, and the people in the kitchen were fond of Ningmeng. Because they knew that Ningmeng likes to eat, the meals they delivered every day were changed. Figured it out.

The combination of meat and vegetables, six dishes and one soup, will not be very extravagant or simple.

Liu Shu didn't expect that Qin Zhao would not even give this face, even if she was so skillful in her daily life, she didn't know how to speak at this moment.

If Ningmeng refused, she could still use Qin Zhao as an excuse.

But Qin Zhao personally refused.

How could she mention him again and again, something that the master doesn't mind.

Liu Shu grabbed the embroidered handkerchief in his hand.

Without her not answering, the atmosphere in the room condensed.

Ningmeng raised her head and glanced at Liu Shu with a smile, but she said to Miao Ling, "Miao Ling, go to the kitchen and bring two sets of chopsticks."

"Yes." Miao Lingfu took a blessing and quickly turned and went out.

Liu Shu opened his eyes wide, trying to stop him, but he didn't know what to say.

But a rush of footsteps sounded, and another maid who was guarding the courtyard ran in and said to Ningmeng: "Miss, the master is back."

"Huh?" Ningmeng raised her eyes: "Where is he now?"

"Master is coming here." The maid responded cheerfully.

"That's great, I think my father didn't have lunch at this time, so you can catch up with Miao Ling and let her get another set of bowls and chopsticks." Ningmeng said.

"Slaves obey orders." The little maid responded sharply, and then ran out.

Liu Shu stood by, and when Xi Zhicheng came back, his eyes went dark. Fortunately, she was supported by Mother Zhang in time to prevent him from falling down.

Ningmeng noticed their movements and pretended to be concerned: "Mother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? There is a stool next to them, so I can sit down and rest awhile."

"I have caught a cold these few days, and my body is not feeling well." Liu Shu responded, stepping aside and sitting down.

Ningmeng's gaze turned around Liu Shu's sick face, and a touch of deep meaning passed through his eyes.

Xi Zhicheng came back suddenly, not for dinner, but because there was a small servant in the mansion secretly running to inform him of the visit of the Prince's Royal Highness, so Xi Zhicheng hurried back.

After returning home, he heard Qin Zhao in Ningmeng's yard, Xi Zhicheng didn't even enter the hall, and went straight to the backyard of Ningmeng's yard.

Xi Zhicheng is the owner of this mansion, and naturally no one dares to stop him.

He went straight into Ningmeng's yard and then into the living room.

When Liu Shu, Xi Jiamu and others were there, Xi Zhicheng had an accident in his eyes.

But after seeing Qin Zhao sitting next to Ningmeng, Liu Shu and others were immediately left behind by Xi Zhicheng.

"The veteran has seen His Royal Highness, and when His Royal Highness comes today, the humble house will be brilliant." Xi Zhicheng smiled and spoke to Qin Zhao.

"Legendary left, please start." Qin Zhao caringly asked: "Has the leftist photographed dinner?"

Xi Zhicheng was flattered by Qin Zhao's caring tone, his eyes fell on the untouched food on the round table, and he shook his head and laughed: "I haven't had time yet..."

"It's just right!" Qin Zhao said firmly, "Neither do we. Let's eat together."

"His Royal Highness." Xi Zhicheng sat down directly.

Xi Jiamu, who had been sitting elsewhere, took the opportunity to sit beside Xi Zhicheng, obviously intending to eat together.

The look of Liu Shu who was on the sidelines suddenly turned dark, and even his body trembled a few times, his face showing fear and struggle.

Liu Shu's expression in her heart was so uneasy that she didn't stop Xi Zhicheng in the first place.

Ningmeng sat aside and laughed blankly.

If Liu Shu was called to eat together, the family would die neatly.