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

 Everyone's eyes were like rays of light, falling directly on Lu Shaoyuan.

  No matter how arrogant he usually is, his face turned red now.

Lu Shaoyuan glanced at Shen Ningning's expression out of the corner of his eye and saw the girl looking at him in astonishment.

 Mengyi stretched out his wings in the cage and made a rattling sound, as if he was mocking.

The parrot was so frightened that he almost rolled his eyes.

 In the end, Master Han on the podium was the first to react.

"Senior Lu! Why is the parrot you brought here acting like a hooligan? You have learned these words all day long. Are you not afraid of being beaten when you bring them out? Send it out immediately and don't disturb the class!"

　　Han Master Zi stared with a look of majesty.

 Shen Ningning was his most proud student, how could he be teased by a bird?

Lu Shaoyuan stood up in a hurry, almost knocking over the table.

He hurriedly carried the parrot's cage and left quickly with his head lowered. When he passed by Shen Ningning's seat, he thought about it and said a little embarrassedly: "This bird is talking nonsense. I don't know where it heard it from. You must not mind. "

Shen Ningning raised her head silently, with a touch of rosy pink on her porcelain-white cheeks. She nodded gently: "Yes!"

Lu Shaoyuan felt as if he had been granted amnesty and fled quickly despite the thorn-like gazes of his classmates.

Going outside, he sat under the shade of a tree and found that his whole body was already soaked with cold sweat.

 The parrot left the range of the fierce wings and finally became alive and kicking again.

At this moment, it was jumping up and down all over the cage, repeating: "Save it, save it, Shen Ningning, my love..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Shaoyuan slapped the cage hard.

 “Stop!” His handsome face was full of embarrassment.

The parrot flapped its wings and squawked: "I am so angry~"

Lu Shaoyuan was almost angry to death from this bird.

 When he asked someone to buy it back, he said that the bird was very smart and had half the intelligence of a human being.

Lu Shaoyuan thought he was just an ordinary parrot.

How could you imagine that it would also say these words?

Lu Shaoyuan called his attendants and cursed him.

 “Who taught it to say such things!” Who spoke his mind? Let’s see if he doesn’t punish that person to death!

The companion was frightened and raised his eyes several times to look at Lu Shaoyuan with a cautious expression.

“Master, yes, it’s your sleep talk…”

 Lu Shaoyuan's anger suddenly died out.

 “Me?” He reacted and his face turned even redder.

　　Wandering back and forth in the courtyard, pulling at his collar to disperse the cold sweat on his body.

 “This bird is not allowed to enter my bedroom anymore!”

"No, no surprises. I want Shen Ningning. Shen Ningning will like me, please." The parrot answered quickly, and jumped around in the cage with its throat picked up, imitating what he said in his dream.

“Fuck you!” Lu Shaoyuan raised his foot and was about to kick him, but his attendant grabbed his arm.

“Master, calm down, my wife likes this parrot to say auspicious words every day, and even praises it as a gold ingot!”

 Several other attendants came forward and quickly took the cage away.

Lu Shaoyuan waved his sleeves: "Pack up, I'll stay in the capital for a few days."

It was so embarrassing that he had to go out and hide from the limelight and wait until Shen Ningning had almost forgotten about the incident before he came back.

Hmm...three days should be enough, right?

 The news quickly reached Mo Lingwei's ears.

 He actually found time during those few days and took the initiative to accompany Shen Ningning to the Chinese Academy of Sciences, picking her up and dropping off for several days in a row.

Every time he comes to the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the first thing he does is to see if Lu Shaoyuan is back.

 Fortunately, Shen Ningning was there to persuade him, otherwise, Mo Lingwei really wanted to grab Lu Shaoyuan by the collar and ask him who taught him what that smelly bird said!

On this day, it was already dusk when Mo Lingwei sent Shen Ningning home.

On the way back to the palace in his carriage, he met Chen Shaobei and two cavalrymen coming from the opposite direction.

 The two sides crossed each other on the street and each stopped.

Mo Lingwei lifted the curtain and looked at the baggage in Chen Shaobei's hand: "What did you buy in a hurry?"

Chen Shaobei coughed slightly, his expression a little unnatural.

Although the two grew up together, Mo Lingwei was the prince after all. Chen Shaobei kept the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers in mind. How dare he not answer the prince's questions?

He could only get off his horse and report truthfully: "It's some paper money as a memorial."

Mo Lingwei frowned: "Whose death anniversary is it?" Chen Shaobei was silent for a moment: "Jiang Zhi's father."

The name Jiang Zhi was not heard very often, so Mo Lingwei thought about it for a moment before remembering it.

“That white-faced boy who always pesters Shen Ningning.”

Chen Shaobei felt extremely helpless when he heard this nickname.

Any man who is close to Shen Ningning seems not to be a good person in the eyes of the prince.

For example, Mo Lingwei privately called Jiang Zhi a pretty boy and said Lu Shaoyuan was "the one with the abacus".

Mo Lingwei raised his eyebrows: "You have such a good relationship with him, and you still help him pay homage to his father?"

Chen Shaobei pursed his lips: "Jiang Zhi won the first prize in the martial arts competition in the military camp not long ago. She doesn't want any reward. She only wants me to bring some paper money and white candles for her."

Mo Lingwei was well rested, his handsome features were illuminated by the light of the setting sun, revealing a graceful and teasing look in his thin eyes.

“Don’t forget, Jiang Zhi’s father is a bandit king. Don’t you hate those who burn, kill and loot the most?”

 Chen Shaobei lowered his head: "The bandit king is dead, it's just a memorial."

Mo Ling gave a dangerous smile: "Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore, go quickly."

Chen Shaobei cupped his hands and hurriedly rode away, looking at his back as he hurried away.

Mo Lingwei sneered: "I only know how to be interested in men. Uncle Chen has a headache."

When Chen Shaobei rushed to the Reed Ferry, Jiang Zhi had already placed several plates of side dishes made by herself by the river.

"Sorry, I met the prince on the way and was delayed a bit, so I came late. Did you miss the time?"

 Chen Shaobei said, got off the horse and handed the baggage he was carrying to Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi was grateful: "It's just the right time. Thank you so much, General."

Seeing her lowering her head and sorting out the paper money carefully, Chen Shaobei felt something in his heart.

He looked at the river, where the sparkling water reflected a bright orange sun.

The Golden Crow, which is about to set on the mountain, emits a dazzling and warm light. The river surface seems to be dyed red and boiled, and the reeds sway and whirr in the wind.

"Are you sure you want to pay homage here? According to the custom in our capital city, to pay homage to the deceased, you have to go to his grave or in front of the tablet."

Jiang Zhi paused in lighting the white candle, and there was a bit of sadness in her heroic eyes.

"My father died after he entered the city. The officials had him thrown into a mass grave. I don't know where his bones are now. Even if I find them, I can't tell which bones are his and which are not. of."

"General, do you know, there is a legend in my family that if a lost tourist who leaves home calls his name by the water, even if he dies in a foreign land, his soul will still come back with the call."

"When I was a child, my father would often hold me and put lanterns for my mother by the river. He would call my mother's name and tell me: People like us, who were born as bandits, are actually like people floating without roots in the world. Ping, nowhere is our home, and everywhere is our home."

"I will send my thoughts to these paper money, entrust the breeze, reeds, and river water to send them to my father. I believe he will receive them."

Chen Shaobei looked at her and saw a strand of black hair beside Jiang Zhi's ear, blown by the wind. Her face was very fair. She must have changed into clean clothes before coming to pay homage to her father.

 He withdrew his cold and steady gaze.

Jiang Zhi knew that for someone like Chen Shaobei who had experienced life and death on the battlefield, it was actually somewhat nonsense for him to believe that there is still a soul after death.

 But she was still very grateful to Chen Shaobei for fulfilling her promise to win the title. Not only did he help her buy so much paper money and white candles, but he also delivered them himself.

At this moment, Chen Shaobei put **** on his lips and blew a whistle.

In the reed marsh not far away, there was one of his personal guards, paddling a small boat over.

Jiang Zhi stood up and was slightly stunned: "General, is this...?"

Chen Shaobei's tone was calm, revealing a touch of gentleness and elegance.

“Since the river can communicate between the dead and us, let’s take a boat and go to the river. Maybe your father can feel your thoughts faster.”

Jiang Zhi was shocked.

 She looked at Chen Shaobei blankly, and saw that he had already stepped onto the boat, and turned to look at her.

 “Aren’t you going to get on the boat?”

 Jiang Zhi recovered from the huge surprise and emotion: "Come on, come on, thank you general!"

She quickly packed up all the things she had prepared, and the guard who was rushing to the boat helped and sent Jiang Zhi to the boat.

 “Sit tight.”

Unexpectedly, the guard punting the boat did not come up. Instead, Chen Shaobei picked up the long pole, put it against the shore, and took Jiang Zhi away along the river. (End of chapter)