MTL - Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year-Chapter 57 Don't call him Brother Bei! call him anonymous

 The National Master once said that a girl born with good luck will relieve drought and bring good fortune.

 The night when Fu Nu was born, there was a heavy downpour.

 Shen Ningning's birthday happened to correspond to that night.

Mo Lingwei's thin eyes were fleeting and deep.

 He looked at the little guy's round and white face and fell into deep thought.

 On the night of heavy rain predicted by the National Preceptor, two baby girls were born within the area of ​​​​the capital he designated.

 There was a family whose daughter died less than two hours after she was born.

 The other family is the youngest daughter of the Wei family. Mr. Wei has been promoted through this blessed daughter, and is now a minister with a high and powerful position.

 His daughter is also the one with the most famous name as a lucky girl today.

 But in the past few years, the so-called blessed girl has not brought many rains.

 Even once she went out to ask for rain, but the sun shone even brighter.

 Aroused suspicion and dissatisfaction among the people.

Since then, the Wei family has lied that their youngest daughter was sick and rarely let her go out.

If Shen Ningning was also born that night, why didn't the news come out?

 At this time, Shen Ningning had already adjusted her emotions.

Her round, white and pitiful little face still had a hint of sadness and disappointment.

But he still remained polite and said in a soft voice: "Thank you, uncle, I understand."

 A group of people left the house.

Sitting on the carriage returning, Mo Lingwei comforted Shen Ningning and said, "After all, he is not Wen Po herself, and what he said may not be taken seriously."

Chen Shaobei also said: "Let's inquire in more aspects, and there should be more accurate clues."

However, Shen Ningning has regained her confidence and her eyes are sparkling.

“We already have clues! Didn’t the uncle just say that Feihua Alley in the capital is there? I can go there and ask.”

“I don’t believe that my parents don’t want me anymore. Even if they abandon me, it’s just a last resort.”

 Otherwise, why would they put that Ruyi on her?

Shen Ningning was convinced that she must be a loved child, not an abandoned one.

Even if it is, my father and mother have their own reasons.

 But she had to find them first and hear them with her own ears before she could believe them.

Seeing that she regained hope so quickly, Chen Shaobei and Mo Lingwei both nodded.

"Let's go to Feihua Alley now and check it out." Mo Lingwei gave the order and the carriage headed straight for the capital.

After they left, at the corner, the Sixth Prince's secret guard walked out quietly.

 He looked at the carriage going away, then knocked on the door of the house.

 The man opened the door again and wondered: "Are you...?"

The secret guard took out a piece of gold and said coldly: "What questions did they ask you just now?"

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 Before going to Feihua Alley, it was already past midnight.

  None of the three of them had eaten.

Chen Shaobei suggested that he treat guests and have a meal in a restaurant.

 But Shen Ningning said hurriedly: "I brought food out!"

As she spoke, she opened the food box on the carriage.

 The delicious food cooked by Grandma Qin suddenly smelled delicious.

 It’s a little cooler, but it doesn’t affect the taste.

Cold lantern shredded beef, braised pork rice, stir-fried shredded lotus root and vegetarian braised asparagus.

Afraid that they would be thirsty, Grandma Qin also prepared honeysuckle herbal tea.

 Soaked in spring water, the mouth is sweet.

Shen Ningning wiped the chopsticks she brought with her handkerchief and handed them to Mo Lingwei.

 Then they picked up their rice bowls and began to eat happily.

 Only Chen Shaobei looked at Mo Lingwei in surprise.

Doesn’t His Highness the Prince never eat out?

Who doesn’t know that Mo Ling always likes to be picky and picky in times of crisis?

But looking at the way Mo Lingwei eats when he picks it up, he looks like two different people from the dignified and depressed prince in Chen Shaobei's impression.

“Brother Bei, why don’t you eat? Do you have no appetite?” Seeing Chen Shaobei not moving his chopsticks, Shen Ningning took the initiative to ask with concern.

Mo Lingwei said in a cold voice: "Don't worry about him, let him be hungry."

 Chen Shaobei saw that they were eating well, so he picked up his chopsticks and had a full meal.

　　When we arrived in the capital, it was already an hour later.

 Arrived at Feihua Alley and found the mansion Wen Po’s son mentioned.

 Chen Shaobei stepped forward to inquire and found out that this house had changed its owners twice in the past four years.

“The current servants don’t know what happened in the past, but the old housekeeper has been here for a long time.”

“He said that the original owner of the house did not show up and directly entrusted his servants to sell the house at a low price. He also did not hear about the missing child in his family.”

After Chen Shaobei finished telling what he had learned, Shen Ningning still lowered her long eyelashes uncontrollably.

 She was a little sad.

 Finally found the clue, but it stopped here. Seeing this, Mo Lingwei said calmly: "Don't worry, as long as they are still alive, I will have a way to find out. It's just a matter of time."

 The little guy tried his best to put on a sweet smile.

“Thank you, brother, let’s go home first.” She wanted to think about it alone.

Mo Lingwei nodded and asked Chen Shaobei to get on the carriage, and the two of them took her home.

 By the time they reached the foot of Langshan Mountain, Shen Ningning was in a much better mood.

She got out of the car and Nuo Nuo said, "I won't give up! Because I'm still young, I can search for many, many years until I find my parents!"

Mo Lingwei raised his eyebrows slightly: "As long as you don't give up, I will always help you."

Shen Ningning said thank you, and then waved happily: "Brother, Brother Bei, goodbye!"

Mo Lingwei’s eyebrows twitched: “Stop.”

 He stopped the little guy who was turning to leave.

Shen Ningning looked back: "What's wrong?"

Mo Lingwei's eyes were dark: "What's your name, Brother Bei? You can't call him that, just call him Shaobei."

 Chen Shaobei:…

Shen Ningning blinked her long eyelashes inexplicably.

 Is it impolite for her to shout like that?

 “Okay…Shaobei…goodbye.”

 Why does it seem to be more intimate?

“Wait a minute.” Mo Lingwei changed his mind again.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems inappropriate to call him like that. You might as well call him Chen Shaobei by his full name."

 Chen Shaobei's forehead veins twitched: "Your Highness, I think this is against the rules."

 He is a dignified major general, how come he has no status?

Mo Lingwei didn't look at him and said calmly: "You don't think it's important, I think it's enough."

 Chen Shaobei:…

Shen Ningning blinked her big, watery eyes and said again: "Brother, Chen Shaobei, goodbye..."

 After she finished speaking, she was afraid that Mo Lingwei would drag her back again.

The little guy couldn't wait to hold up his skirt, turned around and ran away, like a white and gleaming little pearl on the run!

Hurting into the woods, she lost sight of her in a moment.

 Chen Shaobei stared at Mo Lingwei beside him.

They saw the young man frowning, and his left hand with a Buddhist bead hanging on it was pressing the position of his brow bone.

He murmured coldly: "Why does it still sound wrong?"

 Brother and Chen Shaobei are easily connected.

 Chen Shaobei heard it from the side and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“If Your Highness is not satisfied no matter what, why don’t you let Miss Shen call me Anonymous from now on?”

"also."

 Chen Shaobei didn't expect that his irony would make Mo Lingwei nod decisively.

He ran with them all day without even practicing martial arts. How could he deserve to be a nameless person?

 Chen Shaobei closed his eyes silently, feeling tired.

 Shen Ningning returned home and immediately shared what happened today with Grandma Qin.

After hearing this, Grandma Qin was silent or sighed.

At the end, she stroked Shen Ningning's hair and said, "Ningning, let's look for it slowly. Don't be in a hurry. Don't be afraid of getting good things done too late."

The little guy raised his watery eyes, his face flushed red from being kissed by the sun.

She nodded and said in a soft voice: "Grandma, I know, take your time, maybe my parents are looking for me everywhere!"

It was dusk, and Grandma Qin asked the little one to take a bath first while she made dinner.

 However, when Shen Ningning returned to her room.

I found the Black Wolf King sitting in the room and growling dissatisfied.

 The little guy looked at the table and saw that the little monkey she had saved before was here again!

“Zhizhi!” When the little monkey saw Shen Ningning, he was so happy that he immediately ran forward and handed her an emerald in his hand.

Shen Ningning's face was surprised: "Where on earth did this... come from!?"

 The little monkey couldn’t answer yet, so he squeaked and pointed out the window.

When Shen Ningning walked to the window, she saw dozens of little monkeys climbing on the big tree not far from the window!

Each monkey is holding a treasure in his hand, whether it is a ring, a hairpin, or a gem.

Shen Ningning was greatly surprised, her pink lips rounded: "You..."

 The little monkey climbed onto the window sill, squeaking and jumping proudly.

These are all its monkey relatives and friends, and they all exchanged things with Shen Ningning for food!

 They are very well-behaved!

The Black Wolf King howled dissatisfied.

These stinky monkeys are relying on their little Ningning?

 The monkeys lined up and placed the pearls and gems on Shen Ningning's table.

The little guy picked up one of the rings and looked at it. There was a wisp of dark red on it.

 The Black Wolf King howled twice beside him.

 It said it was blood!

 Shen Ningning did not accept it this time.

She pursed her lips and asked seriously: "Little monkey, where did this thing come from?"

The little monkey seemed to understand. It jumped up on the window sill, pointed to the northwest, and squeaked loudly.