Chapter 221 The Prince Is Injured

When the crazy scholar woke up, he was already lying in his own home.

The bedside was filled with villagers who were discussing countermeasures, as well as Shen Ningning with red eyes.

"Crazy Madam, you're awake!" The little guy was the first to notice.

As she finished speaking, the villagers hurriedly came forward and expressed concern: "Crazy scholar, are you okay?"

"Ouch, it was too dangerous. I almost fell to death. If Sanwazi hadn't discovered it earlier, you would have met the Lord of Hell."

"But Ning Ning was so frightened that she cried for a long time. We can't do this again next time!" The old village chief finally spoke and scolded, which made the crazy scholar's painful head clear up.

He stood up, and Chen Ye quickly stepped forward to help Shen Ningning lift him up.

"Ning Ning..." The mad scholar had a white bandage on his forehead, faintly oozing with light red: "You shouldn't have saved me. Only when I die can this grudge be settled."

"Otherwise, His Highness the Crown Prince will not let me go, nor will he let us Xiangyun Village go!"

He spoke with a hoarse voice and coughed twice.

Shen Ningning's little head shook like a rattle.

"No! Master, you misunderstood my brother. He is indeed angry, but he is not that kind of person who kills innocent people indiscriminately."

Shen Ningning was not sure about the others, but she was sure that since Mo Lingwei promised to save the life of the mad scholar, he would not cause trouble in Xiangyun Village.

The crazy scholar's eyes were dull, as if he had completely lost the desire to live.

Shen Ningning had tears in her eyes, which made her eyes even more crystal clear.

That delicate little white face was filled with pitiful grievances.

She sniffed and pressed the back of the crazy scholar's hand with her little hand.

"Master, now that things have happened, you can't even think about dying, because if you really die, wouldn't you be using your life to threaten my brother to forgive you?"

"He suffered such a tragic thing. You can't force him to forgive, but you have to give him time."

The chaos in the mad scholar's heart seemed to be cleared away by her soft words.

He was startled, then raised his head: "Give him time..."

Shen Ningning nodded: "Yes, as long as you are alive, one day the grudges between you may be resolved."

"But if you die, his hatred for the Dai family will not diminish, and there will be no possibility of forgiving you."

The crazy scholar suddenly realized.

He leaned against the wall and fell into a brief daze.

Sister-in-law Liu advised from the side: "Yes, Ning Ning is right. The prince has said that he will let you live, and if you still seek death, then you are not giving him face."

"Let's take a step back and say, the prince didn't burn you to death. Is it possible that he showed mercy to you?"

"If this is the case, it doesn't mean that there is no chance for your relationship to ease. You have to go through everything in your life. It's better to live than to die!"

The words were rude or not, and the villagers nodded along.

The crazy scholar thought for a long time and then said solemnly to Shen Ningning: "Ningning, fellow villagers, don't worry, I will never seek death again."

Everyone was relieved, especially Shen Ningning.

She stood up and said, "Master, you have to have a good rest. When you feel better, you can guide me in reading."

The crazy scholar responded with red eyes.

The old village chief called Chen Ye and several young people in the village outside.

"I'm afraid that his mood is still unstable. In this case, Chen family boy, you and Brother Sanwa can discuss it together and you can take turns keeping watch for a few nights."

Chen Ye nodded, and Shen Ningning held a bag of broken silver in her small hands and handed it over immediately.

The old village chief was shocked and immediately pushed the money bag back: "No way! Ning Ning, what are you doing?"

Shen Ningning lowered her voice, with a look of gratitude on her face.

"Grandpa Village Chief, dear brothers, the crazy scholar has no family, and I am the only one who can take care of him now."

"I heard what the village chief said just now. Thank you for taking care of him so carefully, so you must accept this money."

The old village chief waved his hands and said no, and Chen Ye and the young man hid behind him.

No one accepted Shen Ningning's money.

The old village chief said seriously: "Ning Ning, if you are like this, I will be sad, old man."

"Who among you doesn't know that Xiangyun Village is enjoying such a good life today? It's all because of you!"

"You have led everyone to live a good life, so what can we do if we help you share the burden?"

"Besides, now that the villagers are united and like a family, taking care of the crazy scholar is what we should do, so please stop being polite."

Shen Ningning felt like a warm current flowing through her heart.

No matter what she said, the old village chief refused to accept the money.

The little guy had no choice but to bring more wolves with him to deliver some food to ensure that no one would be hungry!

That night.

Suddenly it started to snow.

Snowflakes fell like goose feathers from the endless black sky.

The cold wind howled, rolling across the land of Cangyun Kingdom like a knife.

Under the eaves outside Zichen Palace, several hexagonal palace lanterns were shaken so hard that the eunuchs couldn't catch them!

The eunuch serving Mo Lingwei became anxious and shouted angrily in a low voice: "You clumsy things, please take it off quickly before it blows off and falls to the ground."

After he finished speaking, he entered the main hall with a new pot of tea, thinking that His Highness the Prince had not ordered tea for half an hour.

It's so cold outside, the tea in the palace has probably gone cold.

However, as soon as he entered, he shivered from the coldness in the hall.

It turned out that at some point, Mo Lingwei put out the brazier and opened the window wide. The cold wind blew the room, and the letter paper flew all over the floor.

There were words written on it. The eunuch didn't dare to read it, and hurriedly knelt on the ground to pick it up.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I should have come in earlier to take a look."

As he said this, he knelt forward and suddenly saw a pool of dark red blood on the ground.

The eunuch thought he had seen it wrong. There was only one candle in the hall, which made the vision full of darkness.

But this blood color was so dazzling among the pile of broken white porcelain cups.

The eunuch looked up and saw Mo Lingwei leaning on the couch, with his left hand pressing on his cold eyebrows. He closed his eyes and seemed to be pretending to sleep, but in fact his brows were furrowed.

And his right hand was placed on his knees, originally holding a tea cup, but for some reason it was crushed!

There was only a piece of broken porcelain, which he played with in his slender fingers.

Blood was dripping from his right palm, but Mo Lingwei seemed to feel no pain.

The eunuch looked closely and saw that there were already two or three scratches on Mo Lingwei's palm, and blood beads were oozing out.

"Ouch!" He was so scared that his face turned pale: "My old slave's prince, you, you, you, the imperial physician, the imperial physician..."

He had just shouted halfway, and the next second, a long sword was pressed against his throat.

Mo Lingwei opened his eyes lazily and coldly, and said only one word.

"Get lost."

The eunuch saw the cold murderous intent in his dark eyes, and his legs and feet suddenly became weak.

"Yes, yes..." He rolled and crawled out.

Mo Lingwei's bad temper was well-known in the palace.

Whenever it was inconvenient to report to the emperor, the palace people would notify Chen Shaobei.

Because the prince would at least give his childhood friend a face.

In just an incense stick of time, Chen Shaobei walked into the Zichen Palace with a thin layer of snow on his shoulders.

At that time, Mo Lingwei was looking at the white porcelain in his right hand and fell into cold silence.

He saw Chen Shaobei's figure from the corner of his eye, and just glanced at him, and said coldly: "Are they bothering you again?"

Chen Shaobei pursed his lips, saw the mess on the ground and the half-dried blood on his hands, and sighed silently.

He said: "Your Highness, the round white porcelain koi ornamental fish tank you brought back from Chongzhou, is it for the one in the yard?"

"I heard about what happened today. Since Your Highness can't even look at white porcelain, why don't I go and smash the two fish tanks outside together."