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

Chen Shaobei saw Mo Lingwei raised his brows from the time he left the palace to the present, with a slight sense of satisfaction.

The two of them grew up together, and Chen Shaobei knew that Mo Lingwei's expression meant that he was in a good mood.

"If you really find Miss Shen, how will His Highness plan to repay you?" Chen Shaobei asked curiously.

Mo Lingwei smiled.

"Give her some money."

Chen Shaobei nodded, His Royal Highness's answer was quite normal.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lingwei said: "Give her another house so that she can have a place to live."

Otherwise, living in a cave with a pack of wolves every day would be really hard.

Chen Shaobei felt that although this reward was generous, he could accept it.

After all, that little girl saved the prince's life.

Mo Lingwei supported his head with one hand, thought for a while, and added: "I heard from her that she was beaten out by my aunt."

"So, I'll ask her again, do you want to maim her aunt or kill her, and solve this person for her."

Chen Shaobei suddenly sat up straight.

He knew that His Royal Highness, the bloodthirsty prince, would never just give some money.

Chen Shaobei persuaded: "The Emperor doesn't like His Highness killing people."

The corner of Mo Lingwei's lips twitched slightly: "He doesn't like too much, why should you care?"

Chen Shaobei frowned slightly.

The father-son relationship between the emperor and the prince has been very bad since the queen's death.

The last time the Sixth Prince's tendons were picked, the Emperor was already very upset.

Even so, he only asked Mo Lingwei to kneel in front of the queen's tablet to reflect on his past.

But the next day the emperor relented and released him again.

Chen Shaobei felt that at this time, Mo Lingwei could no longer provoke the emperor's anger, so as not to further stimulate the relationship between father and son.

Just when Chen Shaobei wanted to persuade him.

Mo Lingwei opened his mouth again and said calmly: "If your aunt beats you until you are covered in bruises, and tricks you into eating eggshells."

"Not only that, but she locked your grandma, who was dependent on you, in a pit tied to a boulder, and waited for her to fend for herself."

"Such an aunt, do you think she should die?"

Chen Shaobei was taken aback: "Is this the experience of Miss Shen?"

Mo Lingwei nodded coldly.

Chen Shaobei was silent for a moment, and said two words: "It should be killed."

Mo Lingwei smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Xiangyun Village.

However, the moment Mo Lingwei stepped out of the carriage, his heart, together with his thin pupils, suddenly tightened.

His slender palms supported Che Citron, stabilizing his figure!
Chen Shaobei exclaimed: "Your Highness!?"

I saw Mo Ling's dangerous eyes turned cold, he looked forward and gritted his teeth.

And his brows were covered with ice, his lips were pale, and even his fingertips were covered with a touch of frost.

His legs were as heavy as lead.

Not even a single step.

In the end, he crashed into the carriage.

Before he fell into a coma, he only heard Chen Shaobei yelling: "Go back to the palace and call the imperial physician! His Royal Highness the old illness has relapsed!"

The guards took the lead, and the carriage turned around.

Almost as soon as the carriage left, Shen Ningning led the figure of the pack of wolves, jumped down from the mountain, and entered Xiangyun Village.

After half an hour.

Inside the Zichen Palace, there were full of highly skilled imperial physicians, and everyone was silent like cicadas.

The emperor in dragon robes sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the unconscious Mo Lingwei.

On a serious and majestic face, there was a bit of father's worry.

Mo Lingwei has been sick from time to time since he was a child.

His disease was extremely strange and rare.

Whenever an attack occurs, the hair and eyebrows will be hung with a thin layer of frost.

His body was as cold as ice.

Although after a while, Mo Lingwei will slowly wake up when the frost melts into water.

But for so many years, the emperor has been insisting on looking for a miracle medicine for him, but nothing works.

The imperial physician was helpless.

Some people even said that the severe drought in the world today is because of the strange disease of Prince Mo Lingwei.

The national teacher once approved the calculation.

His Royal Highness, Mo Lingwei, is the evil god of the ninth generation.

This life is his last.

If the strange disease is not cured, he will not be able to enter reincarnation, and will fall into the realm of evil ghosts forever after death.

The national teacher also said that when the drought ends one day, the people will live and work in peace and contentment again, and will no longer suffer from natural disasters.

Then, the sins of many generations on the prince's body will be slowly resolved.

When the lucky girl predicted by the national teacher was born, it rained all night.

The emperor was almost ecstatic.

He thought his son must be saved.

Unfortunately, from that night to now, the world has been in severe drought for four years.

The emperor frowned, and sat for a while with a solemn expression, seeing that the frost on Mo Lingwei's brows gradually melted into water.

He knew there was nothing wrong, and Mo Lingwei would wake up later.

The emperor ordered his servants to take good care of him, and then got up to leave, followed by the imperial physicians.

"Does the prince take the medicine on time every day?" the emperor asked while standing in the corridor.

In order to treat Mo Lingwei's strange frost disease, the prescriptions prescribed by the Imperial Hospital are all Zhiyang herbs.

Although it is not known whether it will be effective, the emperor is unwilling to give up any chance.

The head of the Supreme Hospital rushed forward: "My Majesty, the Imperial Hospital lacked the medicinal material of aconitum before, but after searching for it with my younger brother, I finally bought it from a hidden master."

"His Royal Highness's medicine will not be broken again, please rest assured, Your Majesty."

The emperor nodded faintly: "You did a good job, go to the Palace Affairs Department to receive the reward."

The head of the hospital, Mr. Fang, knelt down to thank Longen.

The emperor was about to step away.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and asked Chen Shaobei who was standing beside him.

"What is the prince doing recently? I see that in Zichen Palace, guards frequently come in and out."

Chen Shaobei arched his fist: "His Royal Highness is looking for someone recently. His Highness was attacked earlier and was rescued by a little girl, so after returning to the palace, he has been looking for this benefactor."

The emperor raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Oh? So, have you found it now?"

Chen Shaobei paused, and was about to answer.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure of Pingting rushing over.

"Your Majesty, how is Ling Wei's condition?" The sixth prince's biological mother, Concubine Li, is now assisting the person in charge of the Sixth Palace.

She wears silk and jade, and her hair is covered with dark clouds and jewels.

And on that well-maintained face, Liu Mei frowned, showing concern for Mo Lingwei.

The emperor held her hand and comforted her gently: "He's fine, his old illness is breaking out, and he needs more rest."

Concubine Li immediately said: "The concubine will definitely let the imperial dining room carefully prepare the meals and make some tonic stew."

Having said this, she shed tears.

"Ling Wei's sudden onset of illness must have been caused by Chang Gong's anger, but they are brothers, how could they kill each other, it must be a traitor."

"When Ling Wei recovers from illness, the concubine will ask Chang Gong to make amends."

Hearing this, the emperor let go of the hand holding Concubine Li.

"Let Ling Wei rest well, and Chang Gong's injury will also recover, so you don't want the two of them to torment each other."

Concubine Li cried for a while, then lowered her head silently: "The concubine understands."

The emperor looked at Chen Shaobei again: "The benefactor you mentioned just now..."

Chen Shaobei immediately clapped his hands back and interrupted the emperor's words almost calmly: "His Royal Highness will pay more attention to it."

The emperor nodded and left.

Concubine Li glanced suspiciously at Chen Shaobei, and followed her.

Chen Shaobei's eyes were cold.

If Concubine Li knew about this, she still didn't know what she would do to add chaos to Mo Lingwei.