Shen Ningning patted the water on her little hand and walked towards Zichen Palace with cheerful steps.
She knew what everyone was curious about.
So what's so magical about soup?
In fact, to put it bluntly, the little guy accidentally discovered that the magical grass growing in her fairyland had a miraculous effect on Mo Lingwei's illness!
Normal people will feel hot and dry if they eat two spiritual herbs.
But when Mo Ling was seriously ill, two herbs mixed with soup directly counteracted his cold syndrome.
It actually allowed him to slowly get better and wake up.
Now Shen Ningning has become a celebrity in the whole palace, and everyone respects her wherever she goes.
Who knows, she is the only one who can deal with the prince's cold illness.
In the main hall of Zichen Palace, two young eunuchs opened the door for Shen Ningning.
The little guy walked in with gentle steps.
Mo Lingwei was already in a coma and was fed decoction by the eunuch.
Shen Ningning moved a chair, sat next to him, and read to him to prevent him from being bored.
Because, through several previous experiences, Shen Ningning discovered that although Mo Lingwei seemed to be unconscious, he could hear what they said.
Occasionally when he is conscious, he can be seen moving his fingertips.
Thinking of this, Shen Ningning couldn't help but said: "Hanji is a really weird disease. It's like freezing my brother with an invisible big ice cube."
"But you can still hear the sounds outside, well, think about it. It's quite boring."
Shen Ningning opened the book and said, "I'm going to listen to Liaozhai today, and I'll read you the story of the fox demon~"
However, the little guy glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Mo Ling's cold, dark brows, lightly frowning. Wrinkled.
"Eh? Brother, what do you mean? Don't you like it?"
She blinked her big eyes, tilted her little head, and her rosy expression was very cute.
suddenly.
When Shen Ningning remembered it, she scratched her pink face in embarrassment.
"Yes, I remembered that the story of the fox demon was told last time."
When she said this, Mo Lingwei relaxed his frown.
The little guy flipped through it and said, "Then let's read something else. Well, let me see~"
She was choosing a story when the emperor came in from outside.
"Ning Ning, are you busy?" The emperor smiled warmly.
The little guy stood up and bowed with his cute little body: "Uncle Emperor, I just wanted to read some stories to my brother to occupy his boring time."
"So that's it, Uncle Emperor wants to talk to you about something. The
emperor glanced at Mo Lingwei on the bed and said with some hesitation, "Shall we 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, His Royal Highness, who seemed to be in a coma on the bed, lightly clenched his fingertips.
"Ning Ning, it's like this. You've also seen it. Natural disasters have indeed come as you said. Now the entire Cangyun Kingdom, including the Jiangnan generation, has been sealed off by heavy snow."
"We have just experienced a drought and have not yet recovered. Come, there is another cold disaster. The imperial government's treasury granary is limited and can only last for half a year. After half a year, if the cold disaster has not passed, it will be over. "
"So, the emperor's uncle wants to have a discussion with you. I heard that you are here. We have stored a lot of supplies before. Do you think you can help them a little and put them into the treasury?
"These supplies will eventually flow into the hands of the people and help the people."
The emperor said these words in a very grand manner. Low.
Like an elder asking the younger generation for advice.
Shen Ningning lowered her eyelashes: "Uncle Emperor, I have considered this issue."
In fact, when Xie Suzhi reminded her, the little guy had already thought about it.
Her voice was waxy 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 there are so many people behind me. I have to feed myself, my family, my villagers and my friends. What to eat and what to use?"
the little guy said very straightforwardly.
The title of blessed girl is both good and bad.
It represents a responsibility that she cannot shirk.
You can donate this time. What if you ask her to donate next time when everyone runs out of supplies?
The emperor nodded in approval, his voice deepening.
"What you said makes sense. So, does Ning Ning have a better way?"
"Yes," Shen Ning Ning nodded and expressed her thoughts: "I donated anonymously. Uncle Emperor, don't tell everyone, the stuff is mine. "
The emperor was surprised: "How can this be done? We should publicize the good things you have done and tell the world that it is your good fortune that has blessed everyone." Shen Ningning shook her head decisively.
"I actually don't care about this kind of pursuit."
The little guy has already tasted the warmth and coldness.
Before, everyone didn't believe that natural disasters were coming and said she was a fake lucky girl.
Now that she is needed, she has been elevated to the position of blessed girl.
The false name of "Blessed Girl" is not as real as a bowl of meat!
Shen Ningning continued: "Uncle Emperor, only by doing this can I protect myself while taking care of everyone."
The emperor pondered for a moment and finally nodded.
"Okay, then I will satisfy you. Heaven knows and earth knows, you know and I know."
"I will never erase your contribution. In private, your contribution and benefits will definitely be indispensable."
Shen Ningning sweetly With a sweet smile, he went deeper.
"This donation of materials, to the outside world, Uncle Emperor, just say it was a gift from a girl from the south of the Yangtze River. The name is not important."
"Okay, I will listen to you. Then Ning Ning, how much do you plan to donate? "
Ten warehouses of firewood, six hundred bolts of cotton, and five granaries of rice and flour."
Upon hearing this, the emperor excitedly held Shen Ningning's little hand.
He was so excited that he almost shed tears.
"Good Ningning, you are really a good child of the emperor's uncle. You have solved an urgent need."
"If Prime Minister Xie hadn't taken the lead, I would have turned you into my goddaughter!"
As soon as the emperor finished speaking, there was a sound from the door. There was a cold scolding: "Don't even think about it."
The two of them turned to look, and Mo Lingwei's black hair hung down on his shoulders, holding on to the door frame, his eyes dark and cold.
Shen Ningning was delighted: "Huh? Brother, you're awake!"
Mo Lingwei walked in with a somewhat frivolous step, and pulled Shen Ningning's little hand out of the emperor's palm.
He grabbed the little guy aside and said, "Why did you donate when he asked you to donate?"
Shen Ningning blinked her big innocent eyes: "When I was preparing, I specially saved this share to help people all over the world.
" The guy had expected it.
Mo Lingwei frowned, his face was still a little pale, and his eyes were as dark as abyss.
"You should keep it to yourself. If the people in the world don'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 big, bright eyes: "I have to take care of it. If the natural disaster can leave early, my brother's illness can also be cured faster, right?"
Mo Lingwei's heart warmed, and he followed closely. Shake.
The emperor hurriedly came over to support him: "Oh, tell me, why are you here in a hurry just after waking up?"
Mo Lingwei gave him a cold look: "You insist on taking Shen Ningning to the side hall to talk, what do you have to say to me? Not allowed?"
"I'm afraid that your idea is not right, so of course you have to come and listen."
Shen Ningning covered her mouth with her small hands and snickered with crooked eyes.
When it was time for her to leave the palace, Shen Ningning was riding on a float, preparing to leave the palace.
However, they happened to encounter Concubine Rong's guard of honor. Ye Changyi was walking in the front, wearing the peacock blue collar of a female official, so majestic.
After seeing Shen Ningning's car, Ye Changyi raised her eyebrows.
It was finally time for her to feel proud.
When the palace road met, Shen Ningning's float and Concubine Rong's guard of honor both stopped at the same time.
There must be a compromise.
But this time, the little guy who had always been low-key raised the curtain and said to the little eunuch: "It's getting dark soon. Grandma will be worried if you don't go home. Go and ask Concubine Rong to give way to me.
" The little guy won't be polite to people with malicious intentions.
Unexpectedly, the little eunuch went and came back, followed by Ye Changyi.
The little eunuch looked embarrassed: "Princess Princess, Concubine Rong... said she was in a hurry to worship the Buddha."
Ye Changyi pushed the little eunuch aside forcefully.
Across the curtain, she stared at Shen Ningning proudly: "Princess, your Majesty is going to Zhaori Pagoda to offer Buddhist scriptures and pray to God that the natural disaster will 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."