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

 In the afternoon, Mrs. Xie came back.

 She rushed straight to Xie Yuanjiu's room in a panic.

"Jiujiu, something bad is going to happen." She ignored her daughter who was still practicing calligraphy, grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

Xie Yuanjiu threw her hand away impatiently: "What's wrong?"

She just wants to be quiet, why is it so difficult.

Mrs. Xie Er's lips trembled with fear: "My mother just went to the goddess to tell her fortune, and the result was another bad fortune."

“The goddess said that Caiying’s death was unjust and she will turn into a vicious ghost to disturb our peaceful life.”

Hearing Caiying's name, Xie Yuanjiu's hand trembled, and the calligraphy he had just practiced was destroyed.

Her face turned pale, and then she raised her eyes in displeasure: "Mother! What the Goddess said, you just ask the Goddess to solve the problem. Come and tell me what to do?"

Mrs. Xie Er was anxious: "Caiying is your maid. Aren't you afraid that she will harm you?"

Xie Yuanjiu was startled and said angrily: "My uncle ordered someone to beat her to death. Why should she come to me?"

Mrs. Xie Er sighed: "But you will die in our yard, but don't worry, my mother has already spent two hundred taels to have the goddess save her and quell her grievances."

"I couldn't sleep last night. When I thought about Caiying being beaten to death in front of me, as soon as I closed my eyes, the blood and flesh were all mixed together."

Xie Yuanjiu covered her ears: "Mother! Get out, I don't want to hear it anymore."

Mrs. Xie Er didn't know why she had such a big reaction. She could only curl her lips and said: "Okay, then you can practice calligraphy. Don't tell your father about this."

 After she left, it took Xie Yuanjiu a while to let the fear in his heart fade away.

 Before Caiying died, those unwilling eyes were staring at her...

 Xie Yuanjiu shook his head and tried not to think about it.

 It’s a pity that it’s evening.

 The cold wind of late autumn knocked on the window, making a sharp sound.

 The branches outside were swaying in the wind, like a ghost with teeth and claws.

The dark corners of the room seemed to hide countless demons and monsters. When Xie Yuanjiu closed her eyes, they would stretch out their black hands and drag her away.

The words Mrs. Xie Er said during the day, such as those about evil spirits and those who would never rest in peace, all lingered in her ears.

 Lingering.

Xie Yuanjiu was scared at first and finally fell asleep, but she heard two soft "da da" sounds in her ears.

 As if something fell to the ground.

She opened her eyes and looked, and saw two beads falling on the ground not far away, still stained with blood.

Xie Yuanjiu sat up slowly and looked at her suspiciously. She called maid twice, but the answer was a cold cry——

 “Miss...I died miserably.”

"Why don't you leave me alone? Didn't you say that everything will be fine?"

"Miss, why are you watching the Prime Minister beat this slave to death, but you don't say a word for your slave?"

Xie Yuanjiu was so frightened that she looked everywhere, but couldn't see anyone.

"Caiying! Is it you? Don't blame me. The situation was special and I couldn't protect you."

The ghost voices were shrill and shrill: "Miss, you killed me!"

Xie Yuanjiu huddled in the corner of the bed, hugged the quilt tightly and shouted: "It wasn't me, you go find Shen Ningning, it was she who killed you!"

Sudden!

 A head hung down from above. Caiying’s face was beaten beyond recognition, covered in bruises and bruises, and she completely lost her human appearance.

 She stretched out her hand and pinched Xie Yuanjiu's neck: "I am loyal to the Lord, but the lady killed me. I want you to pay for your life with one life!"

Xie Yuanjiu screamed and sat up.

She gasped for breath, and the maid who was keeping watch outside heard the noise and ran in.

 “Miss, are you okay?”

Xie Yuanjiu covered her neck with cold sweat, and her face was as pale as a ghost.

Her eyes were staring straight ahead, and the frightened veins were very obvious on her forehead.

As soon as the maid saw it, she knew that she had been possessed by a nightmare.

 “I’ll go and cook you a bowl of soothing soup.”

Xie Yuanjiu grabbed the maid's wrist and said, "Don't leave. Just stay here and let me relax for a while."

 Then she ordered the maid to light all the candles and spent a difficult night with her eyes open.

 …

 Autumn is getting colder.

 Shen Ningning invited Mo Lingwei to eat mutton shabu-shabu at Langshan's house. In the wide courtyard, a square table was set up.

The hot pot was brought out and placed on the fire, giving off a gurgling aroma.

The base soup is stewed with mutton, and Grandma Qin spent the whole night making the soup.

At this moment, the soup base is fragrant and rich, with several pieces of chopped mutton floating in the pot along with mushrooms, green onions, wolfberries and two herbs.

The smell wafted directly out of the house.

Mo Lingwei almost found his place by smelling the fragrance.

The door to the house was ajar. He was carrying a bunch of gifts and pushed the door open with one hand.

 Suddenly, the wolves lying down in the yard all raised their ears and looked at him with cold eyes.

Seeing that it was a familiar person, the wolves withdrew their gaze.

 “Brother!” Shen Ningning was wearing a small thin coat of pea green and orange ribbon, and her whole figure looked like a bright color in the quiet autumn.

 She just ran out of the kitchen, holding a plate of sliced ​​mutton slices in her hand.

Mo Lingwei walked away with a smile: "Why don't you close the door?"

Shen Ningning blinked her big eyes: "In order to wait for you, I'm helping grandma. I'm afraid you won't hear me when you knock on the door."

Mo Lingwei thought about it too.

 There is only Xiangyun Village at the foot of the mountain, and most people would not dare to go up to Langshan Mountain rashly.

This yard full of wolves is a guarantee of safety.

At this time, Grandma Qin came out with two plates of green vegetables.

Seeing Mo Lingwei, she immediately said kindly: "Your Highness is here, sit down, we can eat soon!"

Mo Lingwei placed the gift prepared for Grandma Qin in the corner.

 He brought the best purple ginseng.

 It is a tribute from the state and can only be used by the royal family.

The table was filled with dishes, with raw mutton slices being the most common, followed by chicken leg slices, radish slices, green vegetables, and corn segments.

There is also braised pork with eggs that Grandma Qin has stewed in advance.

Shen Ningning took out the lung-moistening snow pear water she made and handed it to Mo Lingwei.

The three of them gathered around the table, eating happily and bursting into laughter from time to time.

Wolf Si lay at Grandma Qin's feet and didn't go anywhere.

When Grandma Qin took out the cold bones and quietly threw them on the ground, it immediately started to feast on them.

At the end of the meal, Mo Lingwei said to Shen Ningning, "I'm leaving Beijing for a month."

The little guy was biting a piece of mutton. Hearing this, he put down his chopsticks silently: "Brother is leaving again?"

Mo Lingwei nodded, his stern face becoming darker with age.

"My father asked me to inspect the four counties on my behalf to show that the emperor's kindness is so great that the drought will go away."

“So, do you want to come with me? I’m going to Mengzhou, which has beautiful scenery and many specialties.”

Grandma Qin looked at Shen Ningning, waiting for the little guy to make up his mind.

The Black Wolf King roared in dissatisfaction.

 Where to go! This thief wants to kidnap his petite Ning Ning out every day.

Shen Ningning blinked her long eyelashes: "Brother, I can't go. The Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies has just started classes not long ago. If I leave at this time, I won't be able to study!"

Mo Lingwei pretended to be cold.

 He is a heartless little guy, but studying is more important than him.

 He turned around and laughed: "That's all, I will come back before the New Year, and we will celebrate the New Year together."

“I will arrange for a few Qingqi to be responsible for the correspondence between us.”

 “Letter?” Shen Ningning was startled.

Mo Lingwei narrowed his eyes: "Of course, aren't you going to write me a letter? I'll have someone take my letter and send it back to the capital first."

"After you have finished writing your reply, Qingqi will quickly return it to me. This will be a lot more convenient."

 Because he would be on the road all the time, fearing that Shen Ningning's letter would be lost.

 The little guy thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I will reply to my brother!"

Mo Lingwei looked at her full smile and felt very happy.

His thin lips moved slightly: "There is one more thing I want to tell you."