Thrown Into the Wolf's Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year Chapter 175

The busy people in Zichen Palace were on their backs, and Shen Ningning, who was locked in the cell, didn't sleep well either.

 The little face that had not slept all night looked gloomy.

Especially under those watery eyes, there is a faint dark green color on the white and tender skin.

The guards have changed shifts twice, and every time they change, they will explain to their colleagues: "The little girl locked up in the innermost room must not be tortured. Commander Lu specially told her."

So, although the little guy didn't have to be tortured, she couldn't sleep, so she had to watch the guards drag out the dying **** people from different cages, and whip them aside for interrogation.

The wails and screams kept irritating Shen Ningning's eardrums, and her little face turned pale inch by inch.

 There was also a frightened look in a pair of **** and clear eyes.

 Until, a **** thing was thrown into the cell opposite her.

The sound of "dong" and the muffled sound of flesh hitting the ground made Shen Ningning, who was close to the side of the cage, tremble.

She looked across and could barely make out the face of a middle-aged woman through the messy and dirty hair.

The other person's face was covered with blood. After a while, he staggered and sat up, groaning in pain.

However, the moment she looked at Shen Ningning, the middle-aged woman suddenly became angry.

 There was a "bang" sound, and she grabbed the railing.

"Xin Niang, you are Xin Niang!" the woman shouted crazily, and after a while, she laughed wildly again.

Shen Ningning was startled by her at first, but she gradually came to her senses: "Xin Niang? Is it the word heart in the heart? Do you know my mother?"

The other party did not answer, but pointed at her and laughed loudly: "Xin Niang, you are still here today, so what if you are smart, you are still locked up in this place, haha!"

As she said that, her eyes revealed a tearful hatred: "I'm going to kill you!"

Shen Ningning saw the woman banging her head against the railing, as if she was preparing to break open the cell door with her head and rush out.

She stood up in a hurry, her sweet voice full of anxiety: "Come here, come quickly, this prisoner is going to knock himself to death!"

Following Shen Ningning's cry, two guards ran over. One of them raised a wooden stick and hit the woman's neck, causing the woman to faint immediately.

The guard looked at her dirty face and cursed and complained: "In the whole cell, you are the only one who is dishonest. If you make any more noise, you will be whipped."

Shen Ningning quickly took the opportunity to ask: "Brother guard, who is she and why is she locked up here?"

The guard glanced at her and originally didn't want to answer, but Commander Lu personally told him that this little girl's identity was probably unusual.

So the guard said in a rough voice: "Who else could it be? It's just an aunt from Leng Gong. She's had a brain problem after being locked up for so long."

“She was sent in because she tried to set fire to the cold palace.”

 “What's her name?” Shen Ningning asked.

The little guy is very smart. She has to write down this person's name so that she can investigate after leaving the violent room.

 Perhaps you can find your parents!

The guard frowned and thought for a moment, then looked at his colleague: "What is the name of this aunt from the cold palace?"

Colleagues also recalled for a moment: "It seems to be called Qinghe, right? The clearness of clear water, the lotus of lotus."

 Shen Ningning secretly remembered it in her heart.

 After the guard left, she leaned against the door of the cell, worried about Mo Lingwei's condition again.

The little guy clasped his white and tender hands together and sincerely prayed that he would get well.

 The worry of not sleeping all night made Shen Ningning really sleepy.

At some point, she fell asleep, but when she woke up again, she was gently shaken awake.

 “Shen Ningning, Shen Ningning.”

The little guy opened his heavy eyelids and felt sore all over his body, as if he had been beaten with a stick.

 She looked at the person in front of her drowsily, her vision turning from blurry to clear.

 Xie Mingxu's face is very close at hand.

"Brother," the little guy's soft voice was a little weak: "Why are you here? Is my brother okay?"

Xie Mingxu nodded: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's condition has been brought under control, and the matter has been clarified. It has nothing to do with you. I will take you out."

He reached out and just touched Shen Ningning, but he noticed how hot she was! He touched his forehead again, and sure enough, he had a high fever.

Xie Mingxu frowned: "Shen Ningning, are you sick?"

 The little guy tried to stand up, but fell back dizzy. Fortunately, Xie Mingxu caught him.

 She pressed her temples and frowned, looking very painful: "Brother, my head hurts so much."

Shen Ningning's little face looked like a boiled red apple. It was hot to the touch and must have been uncomfortable.

Xie Mingxu couldn't help but picked her up and said, "Please bear with me for a while, and I'll take you to see the doctor."

 The little guy actually felt a sense of peace of mind again in his broad arms, so he no longer held on and fell asleep drowsily.

Xie Mingxu's carriage galloped out of the palace and headed straight for Xie's mansion.

When the carriage stopped at the door of Xie's mansion, his tall figure hugged Shen Ningning and got out of the carriage.

The concierge came up to greet him, and Xie Mingxu urged in a deep voice: "Call Sima Han to my room, and hurry up!"

“Yes, I will make arrangements now.”

Along the way, the servants of the Xie Mansion all saw their eldest young master carrying a delicate-looking little milk baby back to the yard with the wind blowing at his feet. His face was so pale that no one dared to approach him.

At the corner of the corridor, a dignified young lady was surrounded by several maids, and they also saw this scene.

"Fourth Miss, look, that is the eldest young master. I heard that the miracle doctor had just been sent back in the morning, and now the eldest young master called him to the hospital to see a doctor. I guess it was for the little girl in his arms, right? "

Fourth Miss Xie Yuanjiu's eyes followed Xie Mingxu's back.

Her eyes were misty, as if she remembered who the little girl in his arms was.

The eldest maid Caiying beside Xie Yuanjiu is still complaining: "I really feel unfair for you, Miss Fourth."

“Although the eldest young master used his own connections to invite this miracle doctor to the capital, he was brought here just to treat the second master.”

"Now the second master's illness has not been taken seriously, but the eldest young master took him away and showed it to the strange little girl."

"I heard from the front yard that this little girl seemed to have poisoned the prince! It was for her that the eldest young master carried the miracle doctor into the palace early in the morning to clarify her decision."

Xie Yuanjiu's eyes flashed with displeasure.

She glanced sideways and scolded Caiying lightly: "That's enough, stop talking nonsense. Brother acts calmly, just like uncle. He never makes mistakes. Why do you keep chattering."

Caiying lowered her head feeling aggrieved: "I am also complaining about the young lady. The eldest young master is so kind to a strange girl, but when he sees the young lady, he always looks away from her."

 What's wrong with their young lady?

Xie Yuanjiu's expression was unpredictable, and his tone was even more slow: "It doesn't matter, I don't care. My eldest brother and I are still a family. No matter how good others are, they are not his relatives."

at this time.

Xie Mingxu placed Shen Ningning on his couch and asked the maid to wipe her face with warm water.

 Sima Han, the miracle doctor, was carried by his entourage.

 The little old man patted his heart and calmed his breath.

Then, he pointed at Xie Mingxu, shook his head and complained: "My little old man is just an old man, running around for your business, young master. Not even half an hour after I came back from the palace, you woke me up again."

“When I went to the palace in the morning, you ran too fast and almost broke my bones!”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and glanced at Shen Ningning on the bed.

Hands spread out: "Look, isn't this man still lying here fine? Why are you so anxious?"

“But, having said that, this little girl does look a bit like Mrs. Xie, no wonder you are attracted to her.”

Xie Mingxu's eyes darkened: "Stop talking nonsense. She is hot all over. Show her quickly."

Sima Han stepped forward confidently and said, "Don't worry, I guess he's contracted the cold, or he's too frightened, or something serious could happen."

However, when he took the pulse on Shen Ningning's wrist, his cheerful and smiling expression suddenly turned away.

Sima Han's expression became solemn and he didn't speak for a long time.

Xie Mingxu was a little worried: "What's wrong?"

Chapter end