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

Chapter 317 Mo Lingwei’s old illness relapses with great force

　　　Xie Erye’s eyes were a little complicated and distracted.

He thought that Xie Yuanjiu had sent him two letters in the past few months.

Every time, I reported peace, but other than that, I never said whether my life was good or not.

He thought that his daughter was a person with integrity and knew that she had done something wrong. No matter how miserable her life was, she would not cry to him.

 Now I heard Mrs. Xie Er say that it turns out that Xie Yuanjiu has been trying to do good things.

 As a father, he also developed intolerance.

　No matter how much he hates Mrs. Xie Er, Xie Yuanjiu is his only child after all.

 The candle on the table burned its core, making a snapping sound and the light swaying.

 Er Master Xie sighed heavily.

"Okay, in that case, I promise you, when my eldest brother comes home from this busy period, I will tell him about Yuanjiu."

 Mrs. Xie Er was overjoyed.

She was extremely happy and said: "Okay, okay! My husband, you must not forget it."

 Er Master Xie raised his cold eyes and looked at her.

 “However, I also have requirements.”

“The reason why Yuan Jiu was sent back to her hometown by her eldest brother was because she made a big mistake in the palace and tried to shift the blame to Ning Ning.”

“If the eldest brother agrees to her return to Beijing, then when she comes back, you have to let her go and make amends to Ning Ning.”

 The flame of joy in Mrs. Xie's heart suddenly felt as if a ladle of cold water had been poured on her.

 Her face was stunned: "Apologise to the princess..."

Mr. Xie’s expression suddenly became fierce: “You still don’t want to?”

Mrs. Xie Er hurriedly changed her words: "How could it be possible? Your husband has considered everything carefully."

Mr. Xie didn’t want to say another word to her, so Mrs. Xie left the study sensibly.

 After walking a little further, in the corridor, under the dim light of the lantern, she tightened the veil angrily.

He cursed in a low voice: "Let my Yuanjiu apologize to Shen Ningning? Bah! What the **** is that?"

If it weren't for Shen Ningning, how could her daughter be driven out of the capital?

It seems that before Xie Yuanjiu comes back, she has to find a way to make the Xie family hate Shen Ningning.

Mrs. Xie Er was thinking about it when she walked to the front yard and saw Xie Mingan rushing back in a dusty state.

She quickly hid behind the corner of a nearby pillar.

Xie Mingan wore a navy blue cloak and a white fox fur, which made his expression even more cold and majestic.

 He had just returned from handling a case in Gyeonggi Province and had not returned home for several days.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he said when he came back was to ask the concierge: "Has Shen Ningning been back recently?"

The porter answered truthfully: "The princess has not come back, and the master has been busy for several days and has not returned home."

Xie Mingan frowned without leaving a trace and threw the riding whip to the concierge.

 “I got it, step back.”

 After he left, Mrs. Xie walked out from behind the pillar.

There was a sparkle in her eyes.

When she saw Xie Mingan just now, she remembered that apart from her, Xie Mingan was the person who hated Shen Ningning the most in this mansion!

If you want Shen Ningning to be hated by the people in the Xie Mansion, Xie Mingan is the breakthrough!

 …

Mo Ling was seriously ill with cold.

  Shen Ningning was attending class at the Chinese Academy of Sciences when she learned the news.

Han Fuzi was on the podium, talking about Chang Liu taking advantage of people's danger to launch an attack on the border.

While he was expressing his indignation passionately and generously, Chen Shaobei pushed in from the door.

 “Little Miss Shen!” Chen Shaobei’s face was deep and his tone was urgent: “His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is ill, and the Emperor ordered me to invite you to the palace.”

Shen Ningning was startled and stood up quickly.

 The two of them said goodbye to Master Han, and then left in a hurry together.

 The carriage entering the palace drove very fast.

Shen Ningning's little body swayed, and the jade rabbit lantern hairpin between the tips of her black hair continued to reflect the cool light.

“Brother Chen Shaobei, before I left the palace last time, I left a handful of spiritual herbs. Isn’t it useless?”

Chen Shaobei opened a corner of the curtain, and the cold wind blew in the ice and snow.

The white rabbit fur around Shen Ningning's neck swayed slightly.

 Chen Shaobei's deep voice was somewhat dignified. "It doesn't work. In fact, His Highness has not allowed us to tell you."

“At the very beginning, a piece of spiritual grass can make him feel better immediately.”

“But as we got to the back, the cold became more severe, and even taking four spiritual herbs at the same time couldn’t stop it.”

“We took all the ten spiritual herbs you left behind last time for His Highness. Unexpectedly, His Highness still developed symptoms of cold poison.”

Shen Ningning's heart skipped a beat, and her round little face turned pale.

 Why is my brother's illness getting worse and worse?

Moreover, from this point of view, she must provide more spiritual herbs.

 But the latest batch of spiritual grass that grew in the fairyland has been sent to the border by her to support Xie Mingxu and the army.

 Now, the spiritual grass in the fairyland is still growing.

 What did she do to save Mo Lingwei?

When the little guy followed Chen Shaobei to Zichen Palace, the emperor was losing his temper with all the imperial doctors.

On the white jade steps, beyond the towering golden palace brackets, is the gloomy sky.

 The emperor's angry voice seemed to be amplified countless times.

“Every one of them is a so-called saint, and they all say that they are inherited from a century-old medical family. However, even the prince’s disease cannot be cured after many years!”

"I don't want you to be of any use to me. Get out of here! Get out of here!"

 The imperial doctors staggered away.

 The emperor's gloomy eyes turned to see Shen Ningning's little figure, and hope burst out.

"Ning Ning, little girl Ning Ning, you are here. Do you still have the spiritual grass? Take out some more to save Ling Wei's illness!"

The emperor's voice was trembling: "He had such a serious attack this time that his whole body was as cold as ice."

Shen Ningning pursed her pink lips and said, "Uncle Emperor, please let me check on my brother's condition first."

 The emperor quickly moved out of the way.

After entering, I saw a strong earth dragon burning in the temple and six braziers placed there.

Even so, as she approached the couch, Shen Ningning saw that Mo Lingwei's eyebrows and eyelashes had a layer of frost.

His face was cold and pale, as if he was asleep.

Ten pieces of spiritual grass were eaten, but it was of no use at all.

 Ordinary people will already feel as if their body is on fire after taking ten sticks, and they will feel extremely painful.

 But it couldn’t relieve Mo Lingwei’s symptoms…

Shen Ningning frowned and stood up.

"Uncle Emperor, according to this situation, I will take out at least twenty pieces of spiritual grass for my brother to take."

"But...I have been sending spiritual herbs to the border recently, and now I don't have as many as twenty."

Even if it grows long in the fairyland, it will take two days to grow a crop.

The emperor was deeply shocked, opened his eyes wide, and murmured: "Then... what should we do? Is there really nothing we can do?"

Shen Ningning comforted him not to worry.

The little guy asked Chen Shaobei to run errands on his behalf. He went to her shop and brought over all the remaining spiritual herbs for making soup.

 She has stock in the shop.

Before Chen Shaobei left, Shen Ningning said: "By the way, I'm telling Aunt Yun that we can't open the shed to help the people as usual tomorrow, so let her close the shop for three days."

Chen Shaobei looked at Shen Ningning with complex eyes and nodded slowly: "Okay."

The emperor sat by the couch and looked at Mo Lingwei, his eyebrows were cold and covered with frost.

He was so anxious that he wished he could take the punishment himself.

In this short moment, avalanches of memorials occurred in several counties, and they were rushed to the palace at high speed.

 The emperor was overwhelmed by government affairs and the prince had a recurrence of his old illness, making the emperor's eyes red.

“Why did God’s sufferings fall on my son? What did I do wrong to deserve such a punishment from heaven?”

Shen Ningning sat next to Mo Lingwei, looking at the emperor's haggard and tired figure.

She couldn't help but sigh too.

at this time.

The **** outside happily came to report: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Xie has brought the miracle doctor Sima Han!"

 (End of this chapter)