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

Outside the emperor's palace, the imperial guards were tightly guarded.

The imperial guard at the door suddenly saw an angry figure walking up quickly from the white jade steps.

The other party was so murderous that the Imperial Guards were startled. When they looked closely, they discovered that it was their Crown Prince—Mo Lingwei!

"Your Highness, the Emperor has just taken medicine and has rested." The imperial guards outside the door stopped him.

Mo Lingwei waved away with his palm: "Get away!"

He kicked away and walked straight in. The Imperial Guards shouted: "Your Highness! You cannot break in without being summoned by the Emperor."

Mo Lingwei refused to obey, and took long strides towards the inner hall with a gloomy expression.

At this moment, a figure came out, it was Lu Fu, the commander of the Forbidden Army.

When he saw Mo Lingwei, he immediately retracted his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"See His Highness the Crown Prince."

Because of Lu Shaoyuan, Mo Lingwei naturally didn't look good when he saw Lu Fu.

He waved Lu Fu away: "Don't block the way."

Mo Lingwei strode around the screen and saw the emperor leaning on the bright yellow dragon couch with the unfinished concoction beside him.

He saw Mo Lingwei just barging in, followed by a large number of forbidden troops.

The emperor's face looked extremely grim, but he still held back his anger, waved his hand, and Lu Fu retreated with the imperial troops.

"Ling Wei, how many times have I told you that although we are father and son in private, when outsiders are around, you must abide by the rules of a monarch and his ministers. Look at what you are like now. You have forced your way into the emperor's palace. Even if you are a prince, you can enter without being summoned. Shi can impeach you and you will be speechless!"

Mo Lingwei listened to his reprimand without any reaction. He just threw the scripture in his hand into his lap with a cold face.

The emperor frowned: "What?"

"Shen Ningning copied seventy-two copies of the Buddhist scriptures for you." In Buddhism, seventy-two symbolizes good luck and good luck.

When the emperor heard this, he paused and slowly unfolded one of the scriptures.

The clean and tidy handwriting has its own style. You can tell at a glance that it is Shen Ningning's handwriting.

"Why are you showing me this? It's not like I don't know. You invited Ning Ning into the palace to pray for me."

Mo Lingwei sneered: "Praying for you? Father, you don't really think it's necessary, right? You and I both know that praying for blessings is useless, and Shen Ningning also understands it."

"I asked her not to have to work so hard, but she still insists on copying scriptures for my father every day. She has only been in the palace for two days and she has copied so much for you."

The emperor was silent for a moment with some guilt: "What reward does she want?"

"Has she ever cared about your reward? Couldn't father see how much she has done for the Cangyun Kingdom since she was a child? She has done so many things and solved so many natural disasters for the Cangyun Kingdom, and now there is peace. Father, you don’t think you need to respect her anymore? How dare you send people to my palace to ask her to leave. Father, if you are really old and confused, you might as well hand over the country to me completely, so that you don’t have to rest and make mistakes. Such a thing!"

The emperor was instantly angry: "Damn! I'm not dead yet, and you're so eager to abdicate me? Do you know that you're being treasonous?"

There was a storm in Mo Lingwei's eyes: "Rebellion? I've been like this since I was a child. Do you realize it now? I still want to press my father's hand and approve the marriage decree for me, and marry him before the Lu family. As for Shen Ningning, if I do this, what kind of words will my father lecture me?"

The emperor's eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart heaved with anger.

"You, you! You traitor! How dare you!"

"There is nothing I dare not do. I can tell you clearly that if I can't marry Shen Ningning in this life, I won't be the prince. It doesn't matter if I don't be the crown prince of Cangyun Kingdom!"

As he spoke, he suddenly took off the prince's hair crown and threw it heavily to the ground.

The emperor's face turned pale with anger: "How dare you disobey me like this, Mo Lingwei, you simply don't want to live anymore!"

Mo Lingwei's black hair was disheveled, his thin eyes were even redder, and he had a surly and dark aura about him.

His hair was slightly raised, and the embroidery thread at the corner of his robe was faintly shining with golden light.

"I'm tired of hearing the word disobedience. Was it because the queen mother disobeyed you that you forced her to death?"

When the emperor heard this, his heart tightened.

However, before he could reprimand him, suddenly, the emperor's eyes changed.

"Ling Wei! You...you have a nosebleed."

Mo Lingwei didn't feel anything himself and was already furious. When the emperor said this, he stretched out his hand and wiped his nose.

The palm of his hand was red with blood.

Immediately afterwards, a severe headache broke out, and he groaned, half-kneeling on the ground, covering his painful head with one hand.

The emperor turned pale with fright, and without caring about himself, he lifted up the quilt and got off the dragon couch.

"Ling Wei! Don't scare the emperor, come here, call the imperial doctor, call the imperial doctor immediately!"

He hasn't had a headache for a long time.

…

Shen Ningning walked under the moonlight and walked along the long lonely palace road towards the entrance of the palace.

She told herself in her heart not to look back.

Now that you have decided to give up, don't be unbearable anymore and give each other hope.

However, before she could leave the palace, she heard Qingyuan's urgent call from behind.

"Princess! Your Highness! Please stay!"

Shen Ningning turned around and saw Qingyuan stumbling towards her.

She pursed her pink lips and sighed calmly.

"Qingyuan, thank you for your concern for me these days, but I am not planning to go back. I have just told my brother that he will not embarrass you."

Qingyuan gasped and shook her head and said: "That's not the case! Your Highness Princess, the Emperor please go to Qianyuan Palace as soon as possible. Your Highness the Crown Prince has suffered from an old illness and has a splitting headache. Now he doesn't recognize anyone. He just injured several Imperial Guards." !”

Shen Ningning's expression changed, and all the baggage in her arms fell off.

The next second, she lifted up her skirt and ran back towards the road she left in the moonlight.

When Shen Ningning rushed to Qianyuan Palace, the Forbidden Army surrounded a figure. The emperor was protected by many masters, but they kept telling him: "Don't hurt the prince!"

Mo Lingwei's robe was stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand was dripping with blood. On the ground lay the forbidden soldiers who had just been wounded by him.

His eyes were red and showed no emotion to anyone. He was obviously suffering from a headache.

Shen Ningning held up her skirt and ran up the white jade steps, calling out loudly and urgently: "Mo Lingwei!"

Such a sound sounded to Mo Lingwei's ears like a pool of turbid silver-black water. Suddenly a drop of clear water fell. Then, as the ripples spread, the turbid water gradually became clear, revealing a bright and clear water. bright moon.

It's his sweetheart.

Mo Lingwei looked at Shen Ningning's figure running towards him.

"Shen Ningning?" His voice was hoarse. The next second, after confirming that it was her, he immediately threw away the sword.

With a crisp sound, the sword edge fell to the ground, and Shen Ningning had already run in front of Mo Lingwei.

Before she could speak, Mo Lingwei hugged her.

"They all bullied me," his voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of grievance: "They surrounded me with swords, why did you come?"