Tossed into the wolf's den!Zai Zai holds the space in his hands to survive the disaster year

Mo Lingwei pushed her favorite palace pastry in front of her.

Shen Ningning immediately hugged the plate, like a happy little hamster, filling both cheeks with satisfaction.

Seeing her happy face, Mo Lingwei couldn't help but chuckled, and wiped the thin sweat off her forehead with his fingers.

"What's the matter, do you need to tell that Jiang surname closely?" He said.

Shen Ningning blinked her big eyes.

Surnamed Jiang?
She murmured: "Brother, are you talking about Jiang...Brother? Well, grandma is not feeling well recently. I asked her to go back and help me take care of it."

Mo Ling folded his arms in danger, pretending to snort coldly: "Can't I help you?"

The little guy tilted his head, with a pure and innocent expression: "Aren't you going to accompany me into the palace?"

In this way, Mo Lingwei was soothed by her that little unhappiness in his heart, and immediately his sword eyebrows stretched out, and he smiled warmly.

"Forget it, how happy you are, why come here."

After he finished speaking, he thought of Shen Ningning's methodical way of arranging the refugees just now.

"I see that you have a lot of ideas. How about choosing two maids from the palace to order you?"

Wu Fang, who was driving outside, heard this, and felt emotional in his heart.

His Royal Highness's heart is lost!

The township owner is not a county owner or county owner. In terms of specifications, the imperial court neither needs to be equipped with maids, nor does it need to issue uniforms.

But for Shen Ningning, Mo Lingwei set a precedent again and again.

Such an honor, if you put it in anyone's house, you will happily shout that the ancestral grave is smoking.

But after hearing this, Shen Ningning's little head shook faster than a rattle.

"No, absolutely not! There is no room for so many people in my house!"

A tea shed needs to arrange more than a dozen people. Shen Ningning still feels worried about this matter alone.

What's more, she is used to living in the mountains with her grandma, and there are wolves to accompany her, so naturally she doesn't need anyone to serve her.

Seeing that she didn't like it, Mo Lingwei didn't insist anymore.

He only said again: "Tell me later when you change your mind."

Shen Ningning nodded, and then told him about interesting things in the private school.

Mo Lingwei suddenly thought of one thing: "It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, your private school is coming to an end, right?"

The little guy blinked his big eyes blankly: "Time flies so fast, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival?"

But she opened the curtain and looked at the bright and scorching sun outside the car, and the ground was steamed and billowing with heat.

Because of the lack of rain, it still looks like summer, but before you know it, it will be autumn.

In Mo Lingwei's carriage, small gold-plated purple iron cages were placed at the four corners, and ice cubes were placed inside, so he could not feel the heat.

Shen Ningning put down the curtain and said, "It's almost over. Before, Grandpa Fu said that the private school classes will be gone until the end of September."

Mo Lingwei looked at her: "National Academy will recruit students at the end of the year, this time there are only three places, I will take one for you?"

How many students are enrolled each year is inside information.

But speaking of Mo Ling's crisis, it's not difficult to know about this kind of thing, for Shen Ningning's sake, he even learned about it.

He has already planned which wives in the Chinese Academy of Sciences are suitable for her, and which classmates he will recommend to her.

But Shen Ningning shook his head decisively again and refused.

"No need, brother, I'll get in on my own!" This was also an agreement between her and the madman.

Mo Lingwei's deep black pupils flickered with black light: "You rejected me twice today, you have no conscience."

Shen Ningning smiled shyly, her eyes were watery and dark like fine gemstones.

She looked at Mo Lingwei, with such a soft pink face, with an innocent expression, it was impossible to get angry with her.

What Mo Lingwei said just now was just a joke, and he didn't really want to settle accounts with her.

But Shen Ningning was afraid that he would hurt his heart, so he took the initiative to pick up a piece of pastry and leaned over it with a small body.

"Brother, you eat! Don't be angry."

The pastry was handed to thin lips, it was still Mo Lingwei's least favorite sweet.

He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to refuse, but he looked at Shen Ningning's expectant expression.

The words of refusal were not uttered, but they took a bite obediently.

She likes these pastries the most, so like a proud little hamster, she shared the food with her good friends.

The voice is glutinous and delicate and softly asked: "Is it delicious?"

Mo Lingwei recalled it slowly between his lips and teeth, and finally nodded: "Shang Ke."

"Is that brother still angry?" Her slender and slender eyelashes, like two small fans, blinked obediently twice.

Mo Lingwei laughed lightly: "I'm not angry anymore."

Shen Ningning breathed a sigh of relief on her milky little face.

Holding the plate in her hands, she continued to sit beside her and ate her heartily.

Mo Ling rested his head restlessly, looking at her, thoughtful.

The carriage entered the palace and went straight to the Tai Chi Hall.

Mo Lingwei had already told the embroiderer to wait there and take Shen Ningning's measurements.

The reason why it was chosen there is also because the surrounding environment of the Taiji Hall is beautiful, not only surrounded by green bamboos, but also the water flow of the Taiye Pool in the palace will pass through here, and the three sides of the palace are surrounded by water rings.

This is a beauty that cannot be seen from the outside.

However, as soon as he reached the white jade steps of the Tai Chi Hall, Mo Lingwei raised his head, and saw a bright yellow figure standing there with a smile on his face.

His handsome eyebrows were furrowed in an instant, and there was also a coldness in his black pupils.

Shen Ningning also saw it, and said curiously: "Brother, is that uncle wearing a dragon robe?"

She had never seen it before, only heard it described by a madman.

I heard that every dragon robe worn by the emperor requires the joint efforts of more than a dozen embroiderers.

It is necessary to ensure that the dragon on him is majestic and eye-catching no matter what angle you look at it from.

Shen Ningning recognized the dragon on his body, which was almost the same as the dragon on the robe Mo Lingwei wore before.

"Well," Mo Lingwei lowered his head, and said to her, "It's my annoying father, if he asks you a question that is inconvenient for you to answer later, just ignore him."

Shen Ningning was surprised: "But that is the emperor, I ignore him, what if the emperor is not happy?"

"With me here, there is no chance for him to be unhappy, I will drive him away, don't be afraid." Mo Lingwei grasped Shen Ningning's little hand tightly.

The emperor had been waiting here early in the morning.

Before, his son hid Shen Ningning like a treasure, and didn't even give him a chance to take a look.

Now I can see the real person!
"Yeah, this is Ningning, right?" The emperor smiled kindly, and came down the steps without any airs.

Walking in front of Shen Ningning, he squatted down and took out a piece of milk boiled with sugar from his sleeve and handed it over.

The little guy has delicate and fair skin, rosy cheeks and cute face. After seeing him, he looked a little timid.

She didn't take the milk, but called obediently: "Hello, Uncle Emperor."

The little guy doesn't know etiquette, so naturally he doesn't know how to greet the emperor in the palace.

So after she finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at Mo Lingwei.

Those flickering black eyes seemed to be asking him: Am I doing the right thing?
Mo Lingwei nodded lightly: "Take what he gave you, and throw it away if you don't like it."

After he finished speaking, the emperor glanced at him: "Ning Ning hasn't said that she doesn't like it!"

Shen Ningning took the initiative to take it, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

The milky and milky scent bloomed from her mouth, and her eyes lit up when it was so delicious.

"Delicious, thank you, Uncle Emperor!"

The emperor was very happy, and he laughed a lot: "It's hot here, and there are a lot of things in the room, all prepared for you by Uncle, let's go, let's go into the palace."

He stretched out his hand and took Shen Ningning's left hand, while Mo Lingwei took her right hand.

In front of the imperial guards and eunuchs, the little guy was dragged into the Taiji Hall by the two most noble men in Cangyun Kingdom.

Several well-known embroiderers in the palace and two experienced nuns have already been waiting.

After seeing Shen Ningning, they greeted each other with blessings: "See the village owner Funing."

Afterwards, Mo Lingwei let go of his hand: "Go."

The embroiderers smiled and led Shen Ningning to the back of the screen: "The servants measure the size of the village owner, please move the village owner."

Shen Ningning followed behind the screen ignorantly.

All I could hear was the rustling of clothes being undressed inside.

Mo Lingwei had nothing to say to the emperor, and his expression was a little indifferent.

Seeing his son's expression, the emperor didn't intend to speak, and waited for a while to use Shen Ningning as a breakthrough, and then get closer to Mo Lingwei.

The father and son just sat face to face in chairs.

Then I heard Shen Ningning's anxious cry from behind the screen: "No!"