Chapter 261: Meeting on a Narrow Road
Shen Ningning patted the water off her hands and walked towards the Purple Palace with a cheerful pace.
She knew what everyone was curious about.
What was the magic of the soup?
In fact, to put it bluntly, the little guy also discovered by chance that the spiritual herbs grown in her fairyland had a miraculous effect on Mo Lingwei's illness!
If a normal person eats two spiritual herbs, he will feel hot.
But when Mo Lingwei's illness broke out, two spiritual herbs with soup directly offset his cold symptoms.
It actually made him slowly get better and sober.
Now Shen Ningning has become a celebrity in the whole palace, and everyone is respectful to her wherever she goes.
Who made her the only one who could deal with the prince's cold disease.
In the main hall of the Purple Palace, two eunuchs opened the door for Shen Ningning.
The little guy walked in lightly.
Mo Lingwei was already in a coma, and the eunuchs fed him soup.
Shen Ningning moved a chair, sat beside him, and read to him to prevent him from being bored.
Because, through several previous experiences, Shen Ningning found that although Mo Lingwei seemed to be unconscious, he could hear what they said.
Occasionally, when he was conscious, he could still see his fingertips moving.
Thinking of this, Shen Ningning couldn't help but say: "The cold disease is really strange, it's like using an invisible big ice cube to freeze my brother."
"But you can still hear the sounds outside, well, it's still boring to think about it."
As she said, Shen Ningning opened the book: "Let's listen to Liao Zhai today. I'll read you the story of the fox demon~"
However, the little guy glanced at Mo Lingwei's cold and dark eyebrows and frowned slightly.
"Huh? Brother, what do you mean? Don't you like it?"
She blinked her big eyes, tilted her little head, and her delicate expression was very cute.
Suddenly.
Shen Ningning remembered, and she scratched her pink face embarrassedly.
"Yes, I remember, the story of the fox demon, I told you last time."
When she said this, Mo Lingwei loosened his frown.
The little girl flipped through the book and said, "Then let's read something else. Um, let me see~"
She was choosing a story when the emperor came in from outside.
"Ningning, are you busy?" The emperor smiled warmly.
The little girl stood up and bowed with her cute little body: "Uncle Emperor, I was just thinking of reading some stories to my brother to help him pass the boring time."
"So that's how it is. Uncle Emperor has something to talk to you about."
The emperor glanced at Mo Lingwei on the bed and said with some hesitation: "Let's go to the side hall to talk?"
"Okay." Shen Ningning put down the book and followed the emperor to the side hall.
At this time, the prince, who seemed to be unconscious on the bed, gently clenched his fingertips.
"Ningning, it's like this. You've seen it. The natural disaster has indeed come as you said. Now the entire Cangyun Kingdom, including the Jiangnan area, is blocked by heavy snow."
"We just experienced a drought and haven't recovered yet. Now we're hit by a cold disaster. The imperial treasury has limited granaries and can only last for half a year at most. After half a year, if the cold disaster hasn't passed, it's all over."
"So, the emperor wants to discuss with you. I heard that you have hoarded a lot of supplies before. Do you think you can help a little and fill the treasury?"
"These supplies will eventually flow into the hands of the people and help the people."
When the emperor said these words, his attitude was very humble.
Like an older elder, asking the younger generation to make a decision.
Shen Ningning lowered her eyelashes: "Uncle Emperor, I have thought about this issue."
In fact, when Xie Suzhi reminded her, the little guy had already thought about this matter.
Her voice was soft but clear: "I did think about donating some supplies to help everyone survive the natural disaster."
"But I'm afraid that once I start, you won't let me stop, but I have so many people to feed behind me, which has drained me. What will my family, my villagers and my friends eat and use?"
The little girl said it very straightforwardly.
The title of Fu Nu is both good and bad.
It represents her unshirkable responsibility.
She can donate this time, but what if everyone runs out of supplies next time and asks her to donate?
The emperor nodded in approval, and his voice became lower.
"What you said makes sense. So, does Ningning have a better way?"
"Yes," Shen Ningning nodded and expressed her thoughts: "I will donate anonymously. Uncle Emperor, don't tell everyone that the things are mine."
The emperor was shocked: "How can this be possible? You have done a good thing, and we should publicize it and tell the world that it is your good fortune that blesses everyone."
But Shen Ningning shook her head decisively.
"I don't really need such admiration."
The little guy has experienced both the cold and the warmth.
Before, everyone didn't believe that the natural disaster was coming, saying that she was a fake Fu Nu.
Now that she is needed, she has been promoted to the position of Fu Nu.
The empty title of Fu Nu is not as real as a bowl of meat!
Shen Ningning continued: "Uncle Emperor, only by doing this can I ensure that I can take care of everyone while protecting myself."
The emperor pondered for a moment and finally nodded.
"Okay, then I will satisfy you. This matter is known to heaven and earth, and you know it and I know it."
"I will never erase your contributions. Privately, your contributions and benefits must be indispensable."
Shen Ningning smiled sweetly and then went deeper.
"For this donation, Uncle Emperor, you can say it was donated by a girl from Jiangnan. The name is not important."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. Then Ningning, how much do you plan to donate?"
"Ten warehouses of firewood, six hundred pieces of cotton cloth, and five warehouses of rice and flour."
When the emperor heard this, he excitedly held Shen Ningning's hand.
He was so excited that he almost cried.
"Good Ningning, you are really Uncle Emperor's good child. You have solved the urgent problem."
"If Prime Minister Xie hadn't taken the lead, I would have wanted to make you my goddaughter!"
As soon as the emperor finished speaking, a cold and stern rebuke came from the door: "Don't even think about it."
The two turned their heads to look. Mo Lingwei's black hair hung on his shoulders, holding the door frame, his eyes gloomy and cold.
Shen Ningning was delighted: "Huh? Brother, you're awake!"
Mo Lingwei walked in with a little shaky steps, and pulled Shen Ningning's little hand out of the emperor's palm.
He grabbed the little guy and took him aside: "Why did you donate when he asked you to?"
Shen Ningning blinked her innocent eyes: "When I was preparing, I specially saved this portion to help the world."
The little guy had expected it.
Mo Lingwei frowned, his face was still a little pale, and his eyes looked even darker than the abyss.
"You should keep it for yourself. If the world doesn't believe you, their life and death have nothing to do with you."
Shen Ningning shook her head and hugged his hand.
She raised her bright eyes: "I have to take care of it. If the natural disaster can leave earlier, my brother's illness can get better faster, right?"
Mo Lingwei's heart warmed up, and his body shook immediately.
The emperor came over to support him: "Hey, you, why are you in such a hurry to come here just after waking up?"
Mo Lingwei glanced at him coldly: "You insisted on taking Shen Ningning to the side hall to talk, what can I not listen to?"
"I am afraid that you have bad ideas, so of course I have to come to listen."
Shen Ningning covered her mouth with her small hand, and smiled secretly with her eyes curved.
When she was about to leave the palace, Shen Ningning took a flower car and prepared to leave the palace.
However, she happened to meet Rong Fei's ceremonial procession. Ye Shangyi walked in front, wearing a peacock blue collared dress of a female official, so majestic.
After seeing Shen Ningning's carriage, Ye Shangyi raised her eyebrows.
Finally, it was time for her to be proud.
When they met on the palace road, Shen Ningning's flower car and Rong Fei's ceremonial procession stopped at the same time.
One side must give way.
But this time, the always low-key little guy lifted the curtain and said to the little eunuch: "It's getting dark soon. If you don't go home, grandma will be worried. Go and ask Concubine Rong to let me go."
For those who have been malicious to her, the little guy will not be courteous everywhere.
Unexpectedly, the little eunuch went and came back, followed by Ye Shangyi.
The little eunuch looked embarrassed: "Princess, Concubine Rong... said she was in a hurry to worship Buddha."
Ye Shangyi pushed the little eunuch aside forcefully.
Across the curtain, she stared at Shen Ningning proudly: "Princess, the queen is going to the Zhaori Tower to offer Buddhist scriptures and pray to God for the natural disaster to pass as soon as possible."
"If you don't give way, it will only delay the auspicious time for the queen to worship Buddha, so, get out of the way."