In fact, Ling Shang understands very well that Ye Mushen's praise for others is often just simple gratitude and politeness...... But he just couldn't be calm.

If Ye Mushen said that he liked to eat things made by Tianqiu, then what Ling Shangshang did at that time was not just as simple as throwing out food.

He may be like ruining Ye Mujing, step by step to design a feud until he pushes him off the cliff.

Ling Shang threw away the note left by the Heavenly Feud, and a bottomless whirlpool surged in his abyss-like eyes.

He is such a jealous person with an ugly heart.

Where is it worthy of that guy's sincerity......

……

The two of them had a brief bite to eat and were ready to go out.

Ling Shang went to Qianqing Temple, and Ye Mushen went to the city to continue to inquire about Mo Yun's news.

At night, the two returned to the mansion one after another, and Tianqiu had already prepared a meal.

The snow fox was lying on the flower table sickly, listlessly squinting at his master.

Ah Yong's strange illness is still incurable, and Ye Mushen still hasn't found Mo Yun.

And Ling Shang had read all the letters that Mo Yun had written to himself but had not sent them during these days, and he really didn't have much appetite at the moment.

He asked Tianqiu in an unkind tone, "You just followed me to learn poison, why do you take care of my daily life like a domestic servant." ”

Tianqiu scratched his head, "Master doesn't like what I make?" ”

Ling Shang replied coldly, "I don't like it." ”

Ye Mushen laughed and said, "Little monk, your skills are indeed not very good. But your master is very busy on weekdays, and I am definitely reluctant to let him cook. So I think it's a good idea for you to be in charge of your master's diet and daily life. ”

When he was done, he winked at Ling Shang again, "Isn't it, beauty?" ”

Ling Shang looked at his clear eyes, a wave of warmth welled up in his chest, and he nodded lightly.

A meal is delicious.

Ye Mu ginseng has to complain two sentences every time he tastes a dish:

"Hey, it's too salty, your master likes light ......"

"Hey, it's too sweet, you're not afraid of toothache......"

After trying every dish, Ye Mushen chose a few more things that he thought could still be swallowed, and put them in Ling Shang's bowl, "Your apprentice's cooking skills are a little worse, but you are not allowed to guide him in cooking." Well, I'm reluctant to let anyone else eat your delicious food. ”

Tianqiu only lowered his head and pulled the rice in a big gulp, without saying a word.

Ling Shang was a little at a loss, eating extremely slowly, as if he was thinking about something.

For a while, only the slight sound of dishes and chopsticks could be heard in the huge space.

A short sword suddenly broke the silence, and pierced through the leafy courtyard and plunged into the mural in the hall.

A piece of letterhead was folded over the blade.

The feud reacted quickly, and rushed to the courtyard to chase the person who put the hidden weapon.

Ling Shang had no interest in the messenger, so he walked leisurely to the mural and looked at the short sword.

Ye Mushen took a sip of wine in shock, "Have you made a feud with someone?" Or are you too ostentatious, and someone looks at you unpleasantly and gives you a war letter? ”

The short sword revealed a lot of information, and Ling Shang took out a handkerchief, wrapped the hilt of the sword, easily pulled out the sword, and took off the letter paper.

The slender hand of the letter is smooth and dexterous, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Ye Mushen licked the corners of his lips, "What did you say in the letter, can you tell me about it?" ”

Ling Shang almost habitually replied to him, "It has nothing to do with you", and his mind reproduced the words that this person had put in his ear the night before.

I couldn't help lowering my eyes and was stunned by the words on the letter.