MTL - Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year-Chapter 48 Shen Ningning, I've been looking for you

Mo Lingwei’s eyes were dark.

He was holding a long sword dripping with blood, and the blade scraped across the stone slab inch by inch, making a rustling sound.

　　Until he walked around the corner with calm steps.

 The first thing I saw was the little figure lying in the cell.

 Shen Ningning fell to the ground, as if she had fainted.

Not far away from her, Aunt Qin looked crazy. She grabbed the dying jailer and slammed his head against the wall!

one time,

　　twice,

The jailer had a dagger stuck in his chest. He stretched out his **** hand and grabbed Aunt Qin's arm tightly.

"You are mistaken, I... am not Shen Ningning..."

Aunt Qin's eyes were about to burst and she smiled ferociously: "You still want to lie to me? You must be a monster and want to harm my life. Do you think I am easy to mess with?"

 She said, increasing the strength of her hand.

　　He knocked the jailer's head open in one fell swoop.

 Blood splattered everywhere.

 A "bang" sound—

Mo Lingwei kicked open the cell door.

 He walked quickly towards Shen Ningning, bent down and picked her up.

The little guy's black hair swept across his cheek, revealing a white and beautiful little face.

There were no injuries on her body, but her watery eyes were closed tightly, and she didn't know what happened.

Mo Lingwei immediately carried her out.

Aunt Qin suddenly let go of the jailer, rushed over with both hands, and hugged Mo Lingwei's black boots.

"Who are you! Are you and Shen Ningning in the same group? I'm going to kill you all!" She looked crazy and her eyes had lost consciousness.

Mo Lingwei kicked her in the heart, sending Aunt Qin flying into the wall beside her until she vomited a mouthful of blood.

 The guards who came from behind rushed into the cell at this time.

“Your Highness the Crown Prince! Are you okay?”

"Keep this crazy woman in custody and torture her." Mo Lingwei ordered coldly, and quickly left the government office with Shen Ningning in his arms.

 He took her directly back to the palace.

Everyone in Zichen Palace witnessed with their own eyes that His Highness the Crown Prince returned with a little girl in his arms.

Mo Lingwei placed Shen Ningning directly on his couch.

The **** followed closely, with a surprised look on his face: "Your Highness, this is..."

"Go and send the imperial doctor, don't talk nonsense." Mo Lingwei urged coldly.

 The **** was in a hurry to go out: "Yes..."

“Wait a minute.” Mo Lingwei stopped him and said, “Call two more medical ladies over.”

 “As ordered.” The **** ran out.

Mo Lingwei glanced at Shen Ningning's fair and tender face.

He pursed his thin lips and said, "I am helping you, not taking advantage of you. Don't blame me when you wake up."

 After saying that, he reached out his hand and lifted up Shen Ningning's skirt.

Mo Lingwei turned his head as far as possible and used his peripheral vision to identify.

As expected, Shen Ningning was still the same as before, tying the Ruyi that was so important to her around her waist.

 When the medical girl came in to check her, Mo Lingwei put her Ruyi away in advance.

 At this time, two imperial physicians and medical women arrived.

Mo Lingwei immediately left the inner room and ordered the doctor to check her whole body for any injuries.

The doctor woman looked at it carefully before saying, "Your Highness, this little girl has no external injuries."

Mo Lingwei stood behind the screen with his hands folded, his dark and cold eyebrows furrowed.

"Then why haven't you woke up? Doctor, go and have a look."

"yes."

 Two imperial doctors came in and took a pulse before coming to a conclusion.

"She must be frightened and has symptoms of fever. I'll just give this little girl some medicine to calm her nerves."

Mo Lingwei nodded slightly, and after giving permission, the doctors withdrew.

At this moment, Shen Ningning on the bed was talking nonsense uneasily—

 “Aunt...don’t bully me...”

Mo Lingwei walked to the couch and saw that she seemed to be dreaming about something very scary.

 A pair of tightly closed watery eyes, with long eyelashes curled up and slender, but tears slowly oozed out.

 Due to the fever, patches of red clouds appeared on his face, which made his face as big as a palm look pitiful.

Mo Lingwei sat down and said in a deep voice, "I asked someone to **** her hand, and she will never dare to hit you again." I don't know if this sentence had an effect, but Shen Ningning stopped talking nonsense.

 She was hugging the quilt, frowning her lovely eyebrows uneasily.

The **** said cautiously at the door: "Your Highness, the emperor just sent someone to ask you to go back to the Temple of Heaven, saying that the sacrifice is not over yet..."

Mo Lingwei glanced coldly: "Tell your father that I won't go back."

 The **** was speechless for a moment and did not dare to persuade the prince due to his temper.

Over at the Temple of Heaven, the wizard rang the bell and danced until his voice became hoarse.

 Many ministers were dizzy from the sun and fell down one after another.

 The emperor is still kneeling at the Temple of Heaven.

He sincerely prayed for rain, hoping that God would send down rain so that his son's strange illness could be cured as soon as possible.

 The National Preceptor kept reciting scriptures: "The gods are above..."

  In a trance.

Shen Ningning was in her dream and vaguely heard many people talking in her ears.

 At first I couldn’t hear clearly, I could only hear their whispers.

 Soon, she heard countless people saying two words—

 Pray for rain.

The little guy's eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them, and his thoughts started to wander along with the shouting people.

 The weather is hot and the land is dry and cracked. It would be nice if it rained.

 The strange sound of ringing bells, the urgent buzzing of cicadas, and countless voices praying for rain came together.

 It touched Shen Ningning's heart.

Her voice was waxy and she couldn't help but say out loud: "Let it rain..."

Mo Lingwei, who was guarding her bedside, heard the movement, put down the book in his hand, and brought it to her lips to listen: "What?"

Shen Ningning murmured: "If it rains...it will be fine if it rains..."

Mo Lingwei raised his eyebrows slightly.

He just gave Shen Ningning some soothing medicine. Why is she still talking nonsense?

Just as he stretched out his palm to touch her forehead, testing the temperature, the light outside the window suddenly dimmed.

 Before Mo Lingwei could react, a crackling sound followed!

 The palace people outside the palace were ecstatic and shouted -

 “It’s raining! It’s really raining!”

Mo Lingwei was startled.

 He stood up suddenly and walked to the window.

I saw heavy rain, just like water from a river pouring down from the sky, pouring down into the mortal world!

 Is it really raining?

His cold, thin black eyes were full of surprise.

　Mo Lingwei even turned around and looked at the unconscious little man on the bed.

 Shen Ningning did not speak any more.

At the Temple of Heaven.

 The emperor raised his hands, almost crying and kneeling to thank the sky.

 “Thank God for showing mercy, God bless the clouds, and the drought will be eliminated!”

 The ministers were in high spirits.

After the carnival, people from all households quickly took out pots and pans to collect water.

This rain lasted for a full hour!

 In the evening, the rain stopped.

Mo Lingwei was bending down and looking at Shen Ningning, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

 “Why aren’t you awake yet?”

As soon as he finished saying this, the little guy’s long eyelashes fluttered twice like butterfly wings.

After a moment, she opened a pair of sleepy eyes that were moist and empty.

Mo Lingwei immediately sat up straight and coughed slightly: "Are you awake?"

Shen Ningning blinked and looked around.

 Finally, her eyes fell on Mo Lingwei beside the bed.

 “Why did you see my brother?” the little guy said in a soft voice with confusion, “Am I still dreaming?”

Mo Lingwei saw her eyes glowing with clarity.

　　 couldn’t help but sneer slightly.

 “You weren’t dreaming, Shen Ningning, I’ve been looking for you.”