The night was quiet, and the Qi Prince's mansion was eerily quiet.

The only lively place was in the Crown Prince's courtyard.

Qi Zi, the crown prince of Qi, clutched his body, writhing on the ground in pain.

The doctors who came and went from the prefectural hospital were all helpless.

Princess Qi knelt by the bed.

"My son, how are you?"

Qi Yan rolled around on the ground, completely oblivious to what the Princess Qi was saying.

"I'm going to kill her!" Qi Yan gritted his teeth in hatred.

Seeing this, Nanzhi happily covered the roof with tiles.

"You little brat, daring to flirt with me, I'll make you regret it!"

Seeing that it was almost time, it was time to go back.

Nanzhi turned around gracefully and suddenly bumped into a broad chest.

"Ouch!" Nanzhi cried out in pain.

The person in front of her put their arm around her waist and said softly, "How could you be so careless?"

Nan Zhi suddenly looked up, "Song Hanyan!"

After saying that, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Why are you here?" Nanzhi asked softly.

I'm worried about you.

Yongzhou is dangerous, and the King of Qi is no good. He couldn't bear to let his wife take the risk, so he followed along.

Unexpectedly, the Prince of Qi fell seriously ill shortly after the Lady arrived.

What just happened?

Nanzhi didn't want him to worry, so she quickly waved her hand, "Nothing happened. Let's go somewhere else while we're here."

In the blink of an eye, Nanzhi disappeared from Song Hanyan's sight.

Song Hanyan turned around.

A cry of pain erupted from inside the house, "Mother, it was that little bitch who poisoned me! When I catch her, I'll tear her to pieces!"

"Alright, alright, whatever you say, Physician, Physician!"

......

On the roof beam, Song Hanyan paused, his eyes turning cold.

Nan Zhi wandered around the kitchen of the Prince Qi's mansion.

On the large stove, a dazzling array of delicious food was laid out.

There are probably more than a hundred kinds of delicious delicacies, including all kinds of mountain delicacies and seafood, whole cows, whole sheep, and venison that are not yet processed.

Even the royal family probably doesn't have such a grand display.

She regretted not bringing the two wolf cubs with her sooner.

Nanzhi realized that the King of Qi might be like this crown prince.

Neither of them are good.

But now that we're here, we won't leave empty-handed.

It's the same if you pack it up and take it back for them to eat.

After an incense stick had burned, Song Hanyan rushed over.

Nanzhi saw him and said happily, "Come here quickly and help me pack."

There were too many things, so Nanzhi moved everything, including the plates, into the space.

But we should also keep some ordinary things to take back for Grandma and the others to try.

Following Nanzhi's instructions, Song Hanyan wrapped each pastry in oil paper.

After finishing all this, an hour had passed.

Looking at the bulging package on Song Hanyan's shoulder, Nanzhi nodded in satisfaction.

Song Hanyan smiled indulgently, "Not a single one left?"

Nan Zhi firmly replied, "I won't stay!"

Inside the kitchen, not only were the prepared dishes gone, but all the ingredients were gone too.

Nanzhi didn't even spare pots and pans.

The next morning, when the chefs arrived at the kitchen, they discovered that all the ingredients and pastries they had prepared the night before were gone.

Even the firewood they usually burned was stolen by the thieves.

As the weather gradually turns colder, at night, with no shelter from the wind, it's chilly.

The area was surrounded by trees, and Weiguo and Weimin went up the mountain to cut some wood.

Then cover it with the tar paper you bought earlier, and a simple shed is done.

The villagers followed suit.

At breakfast time, Nanzhi returned to the carriage and took out two roast chickens and several plates of delicate pastries from her spatial storage.

Wu Nanshuang carried firewood, intending to cook.

"Nan Shuang, come here?" Nan Zhi beckoned to her.

Wu Nanshuang put down the firewood and trotted over, "Master, what are your orders?"

Nanzhi took the items out of the carriage.

"We're having this today. Go heat up a few of the dishes."

Wu Nanshuang accepted it.

On a red plum blossom porcelain plate, there were several exquisite pastries, which looked incredibly beautiful.

There was also a roast chicken on her left, which Wu Nanshuang sniffed hard.

It smells so good.

However, when did the master buy these?

She always stayed by her master's side, knowing when her master went out and when he entered Yongzhou City.

Grandma Nan was even more surprised when she saw the table full of food today.

Fortunately, the weather is getting colder now, and everyone is using tents, so others can't see what each family is eating.

"Zhizhi, today's meal."

Nanzhi interrupted Grandma Nan, "Grandma, if you want to eat something good, don't make a fuss about it."

The members of the Nan family nodded one by one, and Old Mrs. Nan had no choice but to shut her mouth.

Qian Lanfang was even more excited; Nan Yatou was indeed capable.

The amount of food they eat now is probably more than even the emperor's table.

Once Nan Chunxian and Nan Chungu sat down at the table, their eyes were glued to the roast chicken.

As for what her family members were saying, she didn't hear a thing.

For them, having meat to eat is the most important thing.

The family devoured their food, enjoying their most filling and satisfying meal since fleeing the famine.

As for how this meal came about, nobody cared.

After finishing the meat and bones, they simply threw them to the two wolves.

Wash the plates, put them back in the storage space, and you can use them again next time.

Two days have passed, and the city gates still haven't opened.

More and more refugees gathered at the city gate.

On the third day, the soldiers in the city noticed something was wrong and immediately reported it.

The emperor ordered the King of Qi to open the city gates immediately, but how could the rebellious King of Qi obey so easily?

Now, refugees are gathering outside the city, and their numbers are overwhelming. If the city gates are not opened soon, these people will break in.

King Qi: "No rush. They're just refugees. What can they possibly do? Do as I say."

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