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

Having experienced so many things in the previous mission world, Qi Yu's ability to do things is beyond doubt.

Even if his body is still a teenager, it does not prevent him from doing what he wants to do.

He is talented, courageous and courageous, with a combination of civil and military skills.

In just two years, Qi Yu's great achievements in the DPRK were more than those of those who entered the DPRK three to five years earlier than him.

The emperor became more and more satisfied with Qiyu. Qiyu was not kind or roundabout, and sometimes even used everything to extremes.

However, as long as it was the emperor's order, he would not ask anything, and would only seriously do what the emperor asked him to do.

Qi Yu is like a sharp knife, wherever the emperor points.

Some officials in the court resented Qiyu a lot, but the emperor was very satisfied with Qiyu.

Moreover, the emperor sent someone to check that Qi Yu's family was innocent, and he lost his mother when he was young, and later lost his father. This is very easy to handle and easy to control.

As for Qiyu's young age, he could make such great achievements in business, and the emperor attributed this to a genius of Tianzong.

In just two years, Qi Yu's official position has changed from the seven-grade Zhi-pin sesame official who entered the imperial academy at that time to the current four-grade general political envoy who assists the government.

In the past two years, Qiyu has offended many people in the court. Especially during the last disaster, Qiyu found a lot of evidence of corruption by officials.

Although the gold, silver and jewellery discovered from these officials saved thousands of homeless people and enriched the national treasury, for these officials, Qi Yu's approach was too much!

In this court, no one is innocent.

Qi Yu's existence was like a knife hanging above their heads, and they didn't know when they fell.

Many officials made memorials to protest Qi Yu's rise in office too quickly.

However, everyone's protests could not match the emperor's preference for Qiyu.

No matter how everyone protested, Qiyu's position was still promoted when it was time to be promoted.

To be an emperor is just that wayward.

As soon as time passed, I ran to June.

It was also the day when Ningmeng and Qi Yu married and married in the imperial decree.

There are no elders on Qiyu, so all matters related to marriage have to trouble Luo Minglan to arrange.

Everyone can see Qi Yu's feelings for Ningmeng, and everyone is curious about what Qi Yu will use as the offer.

After all, although Qi Yu is an orphan, his wealth has surpassed the existence of many capital dignitaries.

Some people even joked that Qi Yu might hire half of Yun to the restaurant.

However, when the offer list came out, everyone said that everyone had guessed, but they were still taken aback.

Qi Yu actually gave up all the industries under his name!

There are not only Yunlai restaurants all over the Great Liang Country, but also some other shops and villages.

He actually hired all of them.

Everyone said that Qiyu is crazy, no matter how much she likes a woman, she shouldn't be hired so heavily.

These men who are inferior to men and women do not understand Qi Yu's approach at all.

However, Qi Yu's crazy move has attracted the love of countless women.

If you have a husband like this, what do you want in this life.

For a while, Ningmeng became the most envied and jealous woman among countless women.

Even Luo Minglan and Cai Xiong were shocked when they saw the offer list.

I didn't expect Qi Yu to be so generous, but after being shocked, he seemed to feel that this practice appeared on Qi Yu and it was normal.

People who are a little closer can see Qi Yu's perverted possessive desire for Ningmeng.

Controlling people without a trace of freedom, but also pampering people with lawlessness.

The officials had two days off each month. Qi Yu saw that the weather was just right and the temperature was right, so he asked Mengmeng to change clothes and take her out to the streets.

Mengmeng quickly changed into a casual outfit and followed Qi Yu out of the house.

Ningmeng rarely has the opportunity to go out of the house. When Qi Yu goes out to do errands, Ningmeng stays in the yard to eat and drink, or play with the flowers and plants she planted.

Although Qi Yu does not restrict her actions, for Ningmeng, without Qi Yu, shopping alone seems to be missing something.

But if Qi Yu was there, even if she didn't buy anything, she would be bubbling with joy in her heart.

Qi Yu took Ningmeng's hand and walked down the street, lowered his head, looked at her tenderly, and said to her, "I have one day off tomorrow, does Mengmeng have anything to do?"

"Anything?" Ningmeng raised her head and looked at Qi Yu with shining eyes.

"Ok."

"Then I want to fly a kite!"

"Okay." Qi Yu thought for a while, and soon made arrangements: "On the outskirts of Beijing, there is a good place to fly kites. We will buy tools and go back to make kites. We can go to fly kites early tomorrow morning. You can also bring some food to go there, take a walk, play outside for a whole day, and come back in the afternoon."

Ningmeng was too happy, and the two of them did what they said. They immediately went to the kite shop and bought the materials needed to make kites.

In fact, you can buy a finished kite directly, but Qi Yu even wants him to make it with Ningmeng, which is more nostalgic.

Qi Yu brought things and brought Ningmeng out of the shop. As soon as he came out, he found that the people on the street outside were all eagerly running in one direction.

Ningmeng took a look at the probe and found that these people gathered under an attic.

Everyone looked up in the attic excitedly, their expressions particularly excited.

Ningmeng stopped a man casually and said, "Uncle, they are so excited, but what good things have happened?"

Although the uncle was also walking there with everyone, his steps were not rushed and his face was smiling, but he was not excited, but seemed to be going to a good show.

When Ningmeng stopped him, he didn't get annoyed. He smiled and said to Ningmeng: "This is the hydrangea beckoning for the daughter of the Wang family. You see, the ones who rush forward are all young talents, my age. Now, just go and join in the fun to see who is blessed to receive Miss Wang’s hydrangea."

Ningmeng thanked the uncle, and she continued to walk towards the attic.

Ning Meng's eyes were shining, she stretched out her hand to hold Qi Yu's arm and shook, and said: "Host, I haven't seen the hydrangea to invite relatives, so why don't we go see it."

Qi Yu bowed his head and made no answer.

Ningmeng shook again, and continued to beg: "Just go down, take a look at us and leave."

Qi Yu still didn't answer, but he turned his face in the direction of Ningmeng.

Ning Meng understood in a minute, and kissed Qi Yu's face on tiptoe.

Qi Yu finally nodded and passed with her.

Qi Yu and Ningmeng walked slowly, and there were too many people. When they came to the attic, the hydrangea recruitment had already begun.

A middle-aged man dressed in brocade and silk was standing in the attic on the second floor talking.

Ningmeng pulled Qi Yu to the side and looked up.

At this look, Ningmeng was surprised.

Why is this man so like Wang Qingzhu's father?

This idea only emerged in Ningmeng's heart, but the woman who was helped out by the maid quickly confirmed her guess.

The person who was helped out was indeed Wang Qingzhu.

Wang Qingzhu is already seventeen or eighteen years old. If it were in modern times, it would be a flower-like age, but in ancient times, it would be an old woman who could not get married.

Two years earlier, when it was right to marry and get married, Wang Qingzhu had a close relationship with Qiyu. Even if Qiyu and Ningmeng were married, she still didn't give up, and she often met Qiyu by chance.

But Qi Yu, who came and went without a trace, made Wang Qingzhu never succeed every time.

However, when Wang Qingzhu had such an outstanding person as Qi Yu in his heart, and asked Wang Qingzhu to pick one out of the other brothers, Wang Qingzhu couldn't look down on it anymore. She felt that she must not marry worse than Ningmeng, so she chose Picking and picking, I haven't married myself for several years.

Today's throwing of hydrangea was also forced by the royal father and mother.

Since Wang Qing's eyes are higher than the top, no one can look down on it. It is better to follow the fate and leave the marriage to heaven to arrange.

Wang Qingzhu was forced out of the room by the maid. She was still full of resentment. After seeing Qiyu in the crowd below, Wang Qingzhu was overjoyed.

How could Qiyu come?

Isn't it, her actions over the past few years finally touched his heart?

Wang Qingzhu was in a Pengbai mood. Of course, she also saw Ningmeng next to Qiyu, but Ningmeng was frowning because the sun was too big, so she subconsciously took Ningmeng's frowning look as a way to grab herself from Qiyu. Hydrangea's dislike and resistance.

Wang Qingzhu took the hydrangea on one side of the tray on his own initiative, and ignoring the cheers and shouts below, directly threw the hydrangea in his hand towards Qi Yu's arms.

In an instant, a large group of people squeezed towards Ningmeng and Qiyu.

However, Qi Yu and Ningmeng stood very remotely because they were just watching the excitement. Before the group of men arrived, the hydrangea had arrived.

Ningmeng opened her eyes wide and looked at the hydrangea flying towards him and Qi Yu. Without even thinking about it, she raised her hand and patted it. The delicate hydrangea drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then in everyone's In his eyes, he fell into the bowl of an old beggar.

The old beggar who was holding the broken bowl hadn’t reacted yet, he was taken aback for a moment, and when he knew that this was the hydrangea, he immediately lost the broken bowl and crutches, and put the hydrangea tightly in his arms, shouting. Said: "Mine! This is mine!"

The old beg didn't know how long he had been wandering, and how long he hadn't taken a bath. His clothes were tattered and he couldn't see the original color. His hair was dirty as if there were lice crawling, and his body exuded an unpleasant smell.

Everyone, I look at you, you look at me. In the end, no one dared to go forward and grab the hydrangea in the arms of the old beg...

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small theater:

Ningmeng (serious): This is called casual shots.