Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

The emperor was greatly puzzled.

"Don't you like her very much? You send people everywhere to look for her."

"If you like her, do you want her to be a female official?" Mo Lingwei asked coldly.

The emperor was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

He also wanted to make Mo Lingwei happy, so he had this plan.

After all, his son did all kinds of bad things and was ruthless and cruel, but he still retained a trace of humanity towards Shen Ningning.

The emperor originally wanted to use Shen Ningning as a sign to close the relationship between father and son.

However, Mo Lingwei was like a wolf whose tail had been stepped on, and he immediately showed a fierce look.

"Don't mention this matter again, let alone try to trap her in the palace." His voice was cold.

The emperor opened his mouth and was about to say something.

Mo Lingwei seemed to have guessed it. He interrupted coldly: "Don't send anyone to disturb her."

The emperor then closed his mouth.

After a while, he sighed heavily, his figure elongated by the candlelight, like a tired old wolf.

"Ling Wei, my father has no other intentions, I just want to make you happy."

"Leave her alone, let her live her life freely, don't disturb her, and I will be happy."

The emperor was silent for a moment and nodded: "I understand."

After sitting for a while, the father and son were speechless, and the emperor had to leave.

Not long after he left, Chen Shaobei came.

Mo Lingwei was practicing calligraphy, his breath was calm, and his jade-bone hand held the pen, but the words he wrote seemed to have the sound of war, with the swiftness of killing.

He caught a glimpse of Chen Shaobei from the corner of his eye and cast a sidelong glance: "I'm here so late. Do you have anything going on?"

Chen Shaobei Gongquan said: "I heard that the emperor came to ask your opinion about taking Miss Shen into the palace. I know your highness's personality and am afraid that you will start to quarrel, so I came to take a look. I hope your highness is fine."

Mo Lingwei sneered and looked at the paper again.

"He has been the emperor for a long time, and everyone follows him. My rebuttal does make him angry, but it won't happen if I do it."

Chen Shaobei nodded and said, "That's right. No matter how ridiculous His Highness is, he will never be violent with the Emperor."

Mo Lingwei glanced at him coldly: "He can't beat me."

Chen Shaobei choked in his throat.

The emperor and the prince did take action.

On the day when the late Queen’s spirit appeared.

The father and son argued in the mourning hall, and the prince took the lead in punching the emperor.

The ministers came to pull him, but they were all injured by Mo Lingwei.

His eyes at that time were like a blood-stained wolf cub.

Protecting the late queen's coffin, anyone who comes can tear open the neck.

The emperor angrily accused him of being unfilial, but only Chen Shaobei knew what Mo Lingwei had gone through.

"First Queen..." Chen Shaobei said in a deep voice.

Mo Lingwei didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

He interrupted directly and asked, "How is Shen Ningning doing lately?"

Chen Shaobei came back to his senses: "Magistrate Fu took good care of her and asked all the students in the private school to go to Jingshan Villa with Miss Shen to have fun, and they will be back in two days."

Mo Lingwei's writing movements became smoother.

He smiled softly: "It's so hot in Jingshan, how can she bear it? That's all, we'll go to Jingshan to pick her up in two days."

Chen Shaobei nodded and then said hesitantly: "But... I heard that Qin Fangmei also went to that private school to study."

The gentle smile on Mo Lingwei's face immediately turned cold.

He raised his head: "Qin Fangmei?"

"Yes, she is the youngest daughter of Wang Guihong who was burned to death. After Wang Guihong died, her uncle Du Yuanwai took her into his home and took care of her."

Therefore, it was Du Yuanwai's arrangement for Qin Fangmei to go to a private school.

Mo Lingwei narrowed his eyes.

"What is Qin Sheng, who I asked you to send people to watch, doing now?"

"He had one of his hands bitten off by a wolf. No one wanted him anywhere. Now he can only work as a coolie and his life is not good."

After Chen Shaobei finished speaking, Mo Lingwei put down his pen, walked to the window with his hands behind his hands, and looked up at the bright moon.

"How interesting." He sneered.

Chen Shaobei was puzzled.

Mo Lingwei said quietly: "Mr. Du helped his wife's sister's child, but left his brother-in-law to fend for himself."

Chen Shaobei nodded slightly: "It's really strange, he seems to take special care of Qin Fangmei."

After a moment of silence.

Mo Lingwei asked Chen Shaobei to continue sending people to keep an eye on Qin Sheng and Qin Fangmei.

He had a gut feeling in his heart.

The Qin family's targeting of Shen Ningning was no longer as simple as child abuse.

But there is something else hidden.

…

After dawn.

The hope that Master Huang was waiting for did not appear.

The two homing pigeons did not fly back.

The manager of the villa sighed and said to him: "There is a shortage of everything outside. Maybe someone will catch him and eat him."

This is not a good sign.

Master Huang remained silent, fearing that the students would be frightened.

However, everyone’s food intake that day was reduced by half.

Especially water. Master Huang requires each person to drink only two glasses of water per hour.

It aroused resistance and dissatisfaction among many students.

Lu Shaoyuan secretly grabbed Shen Ningning.

"Every time you drink water, you should be sparing. Don't drink all the two cups given to you."

The little guy blinked his round black eyes: "What's wrong?"

Lu Shaoyuan pursed his lips and glanced around.

He lowered his voice: "I suspect that Master and the others have not found a way to ask for help from the outside world. We may be trapped here for longer!"

"When that moment really comes, water becomes the most important thing. You should stop giving things generously to others. Keep whatever you have for yourself."

Shen Ningning opened her pink lips.

She wanted to say that she brought a lot of fruit to comfort Lu Shaoyuan.

Unexpectedly, Lu Shaoyuan squeezed her hand tightly.

He said, “Mark my words!”

At this time, a classmate came to him from behind and said that it was Mr. Huang who asked the boys to come over.

Lu Shaoyuan left.

Shen Ningning returned to the room, and Ren Yu came back after a while.

She looked happy.

"Ren Tao, what are you happy about?"

"Ning Ning, don't you know? Master Huang took the male students to dig wild vegetables in the nearby mountains just now. I haven't eaten stewed wild vegetables yet!"

Seeing her happy look, Shen Ningning pursed her lips and her pink face bulged.

Ren Tao thought it was novel, but the little guy thought the situation was serious.

If there wasn't enough food in the villa, why would Master Huang take people up the mountain to find wild vegetables?

That night.

Shen Ningning only drank half a bowl of wild vegetable porridge.

There were very few rice grains in the porridge, there was little water, and it was cooked to a sticky consistency.

After she finished eating, she went back to the house and locked the door as usual.

I took out a bowl of egg custard from Wonderland and ate it first.

Later, a plate of cold tender shredded beef and stir-fried cabbage and tofu were served.

After eating, the little guy touched his belly with satisfaction.

The weather was hot, so she chilled the sour plum and sweet water, and drank it in a gulp, feeling cool both physically and mentally.

that's all.

Two days passed.

The villa is almost running out of ammunition and food.

Early in the morning, before Shen Ningning woke up, she heard Ren Tao's scolding coming from downstairs.

"How do you secretly roast pigeons and eat them?"

"I caught it. I don't want to keep it to myself. I want to share it with everyone." It was Qin Fangmei's voice.

After a while, classmates who lived nearby were attracted.

The manager of the villa happened to be passing by.

He suddenly paused when he smelled the aroma of meat.

He rushed over, eyes wide.

The eight-foot-tall man suddenly cried.

"You roasted the carrier pigeon?!"