Thrown Into the Wolf's Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year Chapter 221

 When the mad scholar woke up, he was already lying in his own home.

The bedside was filled with villagers who were discussing countermeasures, including Shen Ningning, whose eyes were red.

 “Crazy madam, you're awake!” The little guy was the first to notice.

As she finished speaking, the villagers hurriedly came forward and expressed concern: "Crazy scholar, are you okay?"

“Oh, it's too dangerous. I almost fell to death. If Sanwazi hadn't discovered it early, you would have met the Lord of Hell.”

“It scared Ning Ning so much that she cried for a long time. We can't do this next time!” The old village chief finally spoke and scolded the mad scholar, which made the mad scholar's ​​painful head sober up.

He stood up, and Chen Ye quickly stepped forward to help Shen Ningning lift him up.

"Ning Ning..." The mad scholar had a white bandage on his forehead, faintly oozing with light red: "You shouldn't have saved me. Only when I die can this grudge be settled."

“Otherwise, His Highness the Crown Prince will not let me go, nor our Xiangyun Village!”

He spoke with a hoarse voice and coughed twice.

 Shen Ningning's little head shook like a rattle.

"No! Master, you misunderstood my brother. He is indeed angry, but he is not like that to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Shen Ningning was not sure about the others, but she was sure that since Mo Lingwei promised to save the life of the mad scholar, he would not cause trouble in Xiangyun Village.

 The mad scholar's ​​eyes were dull, as if he had completely lost the desire to live.

Shen Ningning had tears in her eyes, which made her big eyes even more crystal clear.

That delicate little white face was filled with pitiful grievances.

 She sniffed and pressed the back of the crazy scholar's hand with her little hand.

“Master, now that things have happened, you can't even think about dying, because if you really die, wouldn't you be using your life to threaten my brother to forgive you?”

"He has suffered such a tragic thing. You can't force him to forgive, but you have to give him time."

 The chaos in the mad scholar's heart seemed to be cleared away by her soft words.

 He was startled, then raised his head: "Give him time..."

Shen Ningning nodded: "Yes, as long as you are alive, one day the grudges between you may be resolved."

"But if you die, his hatred for the Dai family will not diminish, and there will be no possibility of forgiving you."

 The mad scholar suddenly realized.

 He leaned against the wall and fell into a brief daze.

Sister-in-law Liu was advising from the side: "Yes, Ning Ning is right. The prince has said that he will let you live, but if you want to die, then you are not giving him face."

“Let's take a step back and say, the prince didn't burn you to death, is it possible that he showed mercy to you?”

“If this is the case, it doesn't mean that there is no chance for your relationship to ease. People have to go through everything in their lives. It's better to live than to die!”

The villagers all nodded along with the words.

The mad scholar thought for a while and then said solemnly to Shen Ningning: "Ningning, fellow villagers, don't worry, I will never seek death again."

 Everyone was relieved, especially Shen Ningning.

She stood up and said, "Master, you have to take a good rest. When you feel better, you can guide me in reading."

 The mad scholar responded with red eyes.

 The old village chief called Chen Ye and several young people in the village to come outside.

“I'm afraid that he is still in an unstable mood. In this case, Chen family boy, you and Brother Sanwa can discuss it together and you can take turns keeping watch for a few nights.”

Chen Ye nodded, and Shen Ningning held a bag of broken silver in her small hands and handed it over immediately.

The old village chief was suddenly shocked and immediately pushed the silver bag back: "No way! Ning Ning, what are you doing?"

Shen Ningning lowered her voice, with a look of gratitude on her face.

“Grandpa, village chief, dear brothers, the crazy scholar has no family, and I am the only one who can take care of him now.”

“I heard what the village chief said just now. Thank you for taking care of him so carefully, so you must accept this money.”

The old village chief waved his hands and said no, and Chen Ye and the young man hid behind him.

 No one accepted Shen Ningning's money. The old village chief said seriously: "Ning Ning, if you are like this, I will be sad, old man."

“Who among you doesn't know that Xiangyun Village can enjoy the good life it has today? It's all because of your contribution!”

“You have led everyone to live a good life, so what can we do if we help you share the burden?”

"Besides, now that the villagers are united and like a family, taking care of the crazy scholar is what we should do, so please stop being polite."

 Shen Ningning's heart flowed like a warm current.

No matter what she said, the old village chief refused to accept the money.

The little guy had to decide to bring more wolves with him to deliver some food to ensure that no one is hungry!

 That night.

 Suddenly it started to snow.

Snowflakes falling like goose feathers from the endless black sky.

The cold wind howled, rolling across the land of Cangyun Kingdom like a knife.

Under the eaves outside Zichen Palace, several hexagonal palace lanterns were shaken so hard that the **** could not catch them!

The **** serving Mo Lingwei became anxious and shouted angrily in a low voice: "You clumsy people, please take it off quickly before it blows off and falls to the ground."

After he finished speaking, he entered the main hall carrying a new pot of tea, thinking that His Highness the Prince had not ordered tea for half an hour.

 It's so cold outside, the tea in the palace must have gone cold.

However, as soon as he entered, he shivered from the coldness in the hall.

It turns out that at some point, Mo Lingwei extinguished the brazier and opened the window wide. In the cold wind, letters flew all over the floor.

It was full of writing, and the chief **** didn't dare to read it, so he knelt on the ground to clean it up.

“Your Highness, please forgive me. I should come in early and have a look.”

As he spoke, he knelt forward and suddenly saw a pool of dark red blood on the ground.

 The **** thought he had seen it wrong. Only one candle in the palace was on, making his vision full of darkness.

 But this blood color is so dazzling among a pile of broken white porcelain cups.

The **** looked up and saw Mo Lingwei leaning on the couch, his left hand pressing on his stern eyebrows. He closed his eyes, appearing to be pretending to be asleep, but in fact his brows were furrowed.

 The right hand was placed on the knee, originally holding the tea cup, but for some reason it was crushed!

There was only a piece of broken porcelain, which he played with in his long fingers.

 The blood was dripping from his right palm, but Mo Lingwei seemed to feel no pain.

The **** took a closer look and saw that there were two or three scratches on Mo Lingwei's palm, and blood beads appeared one by one.

“Ouch!” He turned pale with fright: “His Royal Highness, the old slave, you, you, you, the imperial physician, too…”

He was halfway through shouting when a long sword was pressed against his throat the next second.

Mo Lingwei opened his eyes lazily and coldly and said only one word.

"roll."

 The **** clearly saw the cold murderous intent in his dark eyes, and his legs and feet suddenly became weak.

"Yes, yes..." He rolled back and crawled out.

Mo Lingwei's bad temper was well-known throughout the palace.

Whenever it is inconvenient to report to the emperor, the palace officials will notify Chen Shaobei.

 Because, His Highness the Crown Prince will at least save face.

In just one stick of incense, Chen Shaobei walked into the Zichen Palace with a thin layer of snow on his shoulders.

At that time, Mo Lingwei was looking at the white porcelain in his right hand and fell into a cold silence.

He saw Chen Shaobei's figure from the corner of his eye, glanced at it, and said coldly: "Are they bothering you again?"

Chen Shaobei pursed his lips and sighed silently when he saw the mess on the ground and the half-dried blood on his hands.

He opened his mouth and said: "Your Highness, is the round white porcelain koi ornamental fish tank you brought back from Chongzhou to match the one in the yard?"

"I have heard about what happened today. Since His Highness can't even see white porcelain, why don't I go and smash the two fish tanks outside together."

Chapter end