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

 Shen Ningning waited anxiously.

She looked at the shopkeeper intently and took out a thick stack of brochures from the bottom of the cabinet.

The shopkeeper rummaged around and finally said, "I found it. It's here, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Lingwei had already taken it and handed it to the extremely excited Shen Ningning for personal inspection.

Shen Ningning's watery eyes were filled with great joy: "It's the Ruyi pattern, exactly the same!"

 The lotus pattern depicted on this page of the booklet was all too familiar to her.

Looking down, the little guy was stunned when he saw the line where the customer signed his payment.

"this…"

The shopkeeper apologized and smiled: "It seems that the customer who originally ordered Ruyi came to the store to pick it up, so he did not leave a detailed residential address, but he did have a name."

Mo Lingwei watched Shen Ningning's long eyelashes trembling. She stretched out her little hand and gently touched the name column.

 The word "心女" is written very gracefully.

 After the passage of time, the rice paper has turned slightly yellow, but the name signed by her mother is still clear.

Like the water of time rushing in, sparkling waves appeared in Shen Ningning's dark eyes.

She choked and said, "Is this my mother's handwriting?"

The shopkeeper took a look and said, "That should be true. Whenever customers come to pick up the goods, we will ask them to sign for confirmation."

Shen Ningning read these two words again and again.

Mo Lingwei pursed his lips and looked up at the shopkeeper: "I bought this paper, you give me a price."

The shopkeeper was stunned: "This, this is not good, sir, the lotus pattern will still be used in our shop in the future."

Mo Lingwei didn't talk nonsense to him and directly made an offer: "One thousand taels of silver."

The shopkeeper is in a dilemma: "Sir, you..."

Mo Lingwei interrupted, his voice clear and domineering: "Three thousand taels."

The shopkeeper was shocked. He came to his senses and said, "Sir, this is not about money. The booklet left by my master is not a simple pattern, but a craft inherited from our industry."

Mo Lingwei sighed: "I understand."

He immediately turned his head and looked at the guard Wu Fang: "Go and find the prefect. All the craftsmanship in this shop is for the royal use of the palace."

 The shopkeeper almost dislocated his jaw.

His small silver shop actually has the ability to become a special gift for the royal family?

Shen Ningning wiped away her tears and said hurriedly: "Brother, there is no need to mobilize troops like this, I only need to take a look."

Mo Lingwei knew how much she wanted to find her parents, but Shen Ningning's personality was such that she didn't want to cause trouble to others.

Therefore, what she said only made him purse his lips and smile: "I will arrange it, you don't need to persuade me."

"Wait, wait, sir!" The shopkeeper came to his senses and hurriedly stopped the guard.

He looked at Mo Lingwei, the shock in his eyes still not gone.

No wonder he felt that the young master and the little girl looked noble, and seemed to be nobles in the palace.

“The villain can understand the mood of the young master, but I also know the skill level of the villain. Being a royal servant is indeed a good thing, but the villain is really not worthy of a big responsibility.”

The shopkeeper looked at Shen Ningning and said, "Miss, do you think it's a good idea to tear off the name part of this piece of paper, and I won't ask for your money and just give it to you directly? Is that okay?"

Mo Lingwei felt satisfied.

This shopkeeper is a smart man. He knows that even if he becomes a royal servant, his qualifications are mediocre compared with those of the skilled craftsmen in the palace.

Moreover, the concubines and ladies in the palace are not easy to serve.

Rather than being punished for his crime then, it is better to sell these two noble people a favor now.

Shen Ningning's eyes were filled with surprise: "Really? Well, I can't ask for your money in vain."

She immediately went to dig into her purse to get the money.

Mo Lingwei held her hand and said, "As long as I'm here, you don't need to pay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Fang took out a thousand taels of silver notes and placed them on the shopkeeper's table.

The shopkeeper was so flattered that he quickly folded the paper with the writing on it and tore it off.

Shen Ningning held it carefully as if she had found a treasure.

Mo Lingwei led her away, and the little guy did not forget to leave a message: "Thank you, uncle shopkeeper, I have never met my mother, and this is the first time I have seen her handwriting."

 After she left, the shopkeeper of Yinlou could not recover his senses for a long time.

I couldn't help but sigh: "This little girl's life experience is really pitiful, but why does she look familiar? She looks like the lucky girl I saw that day..."

 In a carriage.

Shen Ningning kept holding the note and read it again and again. The words "xinniang" were almost burned into her heart.

Mo Lingwei always had a slight smile on his thin lips, and he did not disturb the little guy's peace.

Although the word ˜ was on the paper, the moment Shen Ningning touched it, it was as if she had touched her mother's fingertips across time from a few years ago.

The little guy sniffed and choked with watery black eyes: "This is the closest I've ever been to my mother."

Mo Lingwei comforted him: "Don't be too sad. I will take you into the palace to find Concubine Rong. Since the shopkeeper said this is a happy match, Concubine Rong must know who the beloved is."

Shen Ningning threw herself into his arms and put her little hands around Mo Lingwei's neck.

 “Thank you, brother!” Her hot tears fell on his clothes.

Mo Lingwei froze, and then sneered, his dark eyes filled with love and affection.

"Thank me for nothing, didn't you help me a lot? Life is boring, but finding your parents is the most important thing for me right now."

 After the two of them entered the palace, they went directly outside the palace of Concubine Rong.

When Mo Lingwei said he was looking for Concubine Rong, the eldest maid was full of apologies.

"I'm really sorry, Your Highness, because the weather turned cold, and the empress contracted the cold, and she didn't sleep all night. She just drank medicine before going to bed."

Mo Lingwei stared at him: "Are you sick?"

 The eldest maid nodded.

Shen Ningning said in a soft voice: "It's okay, big sister, then we will visit Concubine Rong another day and hope she recovers soon."

The eldest palace maid smiled and said, "My servant will definitely convey the princess's words to you."

Mo Lingwei took Shen Ningning's little hand and said, "Let's go and sit in Zichen Palace."

The eldest palace maid sent them directly to the palace gate, and only returned to the palace when they could no longer be seen.

In the hall, purple gauze hanging curtains blocked most of the light, and the room was filled with the misty fragrance of medicine.

The eldest maid stepped lightly and walked around the mica screen to the inner room. Sitting on the bed was a beautiful woman with black hair and white skin.

“Mother, Your Highness the Crown Prince has left with Princess Funing.” The eldest maid said.

 Concubine Rong on the bed looked gloomy and her lips were a little pale.

She turned her eyes slightly and said, "What do they think they are coming to do with me?"

"I didn't say anything." The eldest palace maid shook her head: "But I heard that the Crown Prince's people recently went to Leng Palace to investigate Qing He."

Concubine Rong closed her eyes and pressed her eyebrows: "This person has passed away, what is there to find out? I am exhausted, so please retreat."

"By the way, Princess Funing's canonization ceremony should be coming soon. You can open a private treasury and give her the poetry collection "Flower Dream" that I personally copied, together with the original copy."

"Yes." The eldest maid turned to leave and went to the private treasury of the side hall.

 After opening it, find the well-preserved poetry collection inside. One copy was copied by Concubine Rong, and the other is the original copy.

 The eldest maid opened the copy that Concubine Rong had copied, checked it carefully, and put it back into the box after confirming that it was correct.

If Shen Ningning can see it, the little one will be surprised. Concubine Rong's handwriting is very similar to her mother's handwriting that she just got.

 Time flies, and half a month has passed.

 On the first day of October, the National Academy of Chinese Studies Examination officially begins.

Shen Ningning came by carriage early in the morning, and Lu Shaoyuan also came to take the exam.

Before it was time to open the side door, two long queues had already formed outside the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

The little guy took a glance and estimated that there were more than 300 people.

“Wow,” she whispered in surprise, and said to Lu Shaoyuan: “There are so many people taking the exam, it’s so stressful.”

 In order to take the exam, she only slept two hours a day for the past half month, and spent the rest of the time studying with the crazy scholar.

 Lu Shaoyuan laughed: "Don't be afraid, there are many people who have no skills at all and just come to see the world. After all, the threshold of the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies is too high, and ordinary people will not be able to get in in their lifetime."

 At this moment, gongs and drums sounded, and the side door of the Chinese Academy of Sciences opened.

 Four masters appeared with six bookboys and nurses.

The leader of the ceremony, a man with a slender beard and a serious look on his face, said: "Men and women should be separated and lined up on the left and right to enter."

Shen Ningning quickly followed the ladies to stand on the right side. Everyone had to hand in their name certificates and a letter of recommendation signed by the local county magistrate or prefect in order to be eligible for the exam.

 When it was Shen Ningning's turn, the book boy in charge of registration checked her name certificate and recommendation letter.

　　However, instead of letting her in, he stretched out his hand: "Where is your money?"

Shen Ningning was stunned.

 What silver? Do I still have to pay for the exam? No one told her.