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

There was a slight commotion at the gate of the garden.

Mo Lingwei looked over immediately and saw Wei Shangshu coming over surrounded by several officials.

He looked away bored.

Wei Shangshu walked all the way to the round table on the right side of Mo Lingwei.

At this moment, three adults have taken their seats. They are General Zhennan, the Prime Minister and the old master.

They are all powerful ministers in the court.

Wei Shangshu's position was naturally assigned to this table.

He smiled and bowed to the three of them, and bowed their hands. Except for the Prime Minister, who ignored him, the other two bowed in return.

The old lady was curious: "Master Wei, I heard that the emperor invited your daughter to come to the palace for a banquet. Why don't you see this lucky girl?"

Wei Shangshu had a look of regret on his face: "My daughter went to Xitai Village to open a tent to serve porridge a few days ago. After she came back, she fell ill with heat."

"This is happening." The old lady shook her head silently: "That's because I am not blessed and cannot see your daughter calling for rain on the spot."

Wei Shangshu smiled but said: "Master, you are joking."

General Zhennan has an upright temperament and does not like to deal with others. He is also the only general at the table.

I would listen to them having fun and just drink tea in silence one cup at a time.

Wei Shangshu turned his face and looked at the Prime Minister who was sitting beside him, also silent.

The Prime Minister is over thirty years old. Today he is wearing a blue crane robe. His eyebrows are handsome but not gentle. The eyes he occasionally raises are always a bit sharp.

Wei Shangshu asked with concern: "Prime Minister, I heard that you have been ill for many days. Are you feeling better recently?"

The prime minister's expression was indifferent, and his slender hand held a closed folding fan, which made him look even more elegant.

"No." His voice was cold, and his answer was very direct.

Obviously, the prime minister had no intention of dealing with Wei Shangshu.

Wei Shangshu felt a lump in his throat and forgot what he wanted to say.

He looked at General Zhennan again, and before Wei Shangshu could say any greetings, General Zhennan said: "The Emperor is here."

The emperor came surrounded by people, followed by the graceful concubine Li.

Everyone quickly stood up and saluted, and the emperor raised his hand with a smile: "Today is Ling Wei's birthday. We are all gathered together. It is comparable to a family banquet, so there is no need to be too polite."

After that, he took Concubine Li and sat down on Mo Lingwei's left hand side.

The emperor and Mo Lingwei smiled and said, "Let the banquet begin, I'm here."

Mo Lingwei frowned: "Wait a minute, someone didn't come."

The emperor was stunned.

I thought this kid was waiting for him!

Concubine Li smoothed things over with a gentle voice: "Ling Wei, the emperor knew it was your birthday, so he specially pushed back the government affairs and rushed here. I'm afraid he will leave after a while. Look, everyone is here, why don't we start Bar?"

Mo Lingwei gave her a cold look: "My birthday is not yours to say, so shut up or get out."

In front of so many people, the prince did not give Concubine Li a good face!

Li Fei's expression froze, a little embarrassed.

The emperor had a solemn face: "Ling Wei! Why are you talking? Concubine Li is your elder after all."

"I have to wait for Shen Ningning. Chen Shaobei has already gone to pick her up." Mo Lingwei's tone did not allow for comment.

The emperor heard this.

Oh... Shen Ningning.

He softened his expression again: "Then just wait, let's wait together."

The chief eunuch asked the palace maid to serve melon and fruit snacks, and added tea and water.

The ministers were still chatting animatedly with the people around them as they had been just now.

During this period, Wei Shangshu took the initiative to go to the emperor and explained apologetically that his daughter could not come to the banquet.

Li Fei sang with him and was very concerned about him.

"What? It doesn't matter, Ful?"

"I took medicine and was still groggy this morning, so I can't come."

The emperor smiled half-heartedly and played with the Buddhist beads in his hand, which were the same beads as those on Mo Lingwei's hand.

He said slowly: "If you are sick, you have to take good care of yourself. It won't work if it doesn't rain. Wei Aiqing, don't you think so?"

Wei Shangshu's back broke out in cold sweat, and he pretended to be normal on his face.

He nodded and bowed: "Your Majesty is right."

Wei Shangshu returned to his seat dejectedly.

Did the emperor's words just now mean that he completely doubted his daughter Wei Yufu's identity as a lucky girl?

The prime minister, who had always been calm and indifferent, suddenly spoke and asked General Zhennan beside him: "Prince just now said that he wanted to wait for someone. Judging from the name, it seems to have the word Ning?"

General Zhennan happened to have heard of Shen Ningning.

His son Chen Shaobei followed the prince and mentioned countless times that Shen Ningning was very important to the prince.

He replied in a rough voice: "It's a girl who once saved the prince's life."

"Girl?" The Prime Minister squeezed the folding fan tightly: "How big is it?"

General Zhennan thought hesitantly: "Six or seven years old, right?"

There was a hint of disappointment in the prime minister's thin, dark eyes: "So old? What's your last name?"

"The surname is Shen."

"Shen..." After hearing this, the prime minister's tone became even more dull.

Didn't seem to get the answer he heard.

General Zhennan nodded: "If the Prime Minister is curious, you can see her when she comes."

Before the prime minister could speak, the old lady next to him stared at Wei Shangshu, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Master Wei, you don't look well. Are you worried about your daughter at home?"

Wei Shangshu cursed this old guy angrily in his heart, always looking for opportunities to cause trouble for him.

On the face, he also followed the old lady's words and said: "Yes, the little girl is seriously ill, and the emperor is also concerned about her praying for rain."

"Tsk!" The old lady shook her head: "If the so-called clouds and rain really depend on a little baby, then what use are the gods in the sky?"

"I think what the Imperial Master said back then was also false. God is ruthless, and the Emperor is kind enough to place all kinds of hopes. But whether your love can really summon Yun Yu, Mr. Wei, as a father, should be better than anyone else. It’s clear.”

Wei Shangshu's eyes were a little gloomy: "Master, what do you mean by this?"

But the old lady smiled and stroked his beard and ignored him.

The prime minister sitting aside now said coldly: "What the master said is not unreasonable."

"If Mr. Wei really loves his daughter, he'd better clarify Fu Nu's remarks for her. Otherwise, one day she won't be able to summon the rain, and won't she be ridiculed by everyone?"

General Zhennan also nodded silently: "That's the truth."

The name of the lucky girl sounds nice, but looking at Wei Shangshu's daughter, she is sometimes good and sometimes not good, but she is often criticized by the emperor.

If you really love your daughter, you will hide it. You would rather not let her compete for the title of blessed girl than let her grow up safely.

The Prime Minister's expression was a little dazed. He didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes became a little melancholy.

He coughed a few times, and the boy behind him immediately stepped forward: "Sir..."

The Prime Minister has vomited blood several times, and his body is in severe debt. It's time to go back and drink medicine.

"It's okay. It's the prince's birthday. Let's sit down again." The prime minister said calmly.

He wanted to wait and see what the little girl named Shen looked like.

Wei Shangshu was so angry that he was speechless.

There was no one at this table who said anything he liked to hear.

After two rounds of tea, Chen Shaobei had not yet brought Shen Ningning into the palace.

The emperor looked at Mo Lingwei: "I've been waiting for half an hour, Ling Wei, are you still waiting?"

Mo Lingwei's eyes were dark: "Wait. She will definitely come."

Shen Ningning promised him that she would not forget it.

At this moment, Chen Shaobei's figure finally appeared at the gate of the garden.

Mo Lingwei's thin, opaque eyes finally showed a hint of smile.