Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

 It’s time to go to private school again.

 The guards came to pick up Shen Ningning as usual.

While on the carriage, the guard smiled and said: "Miss Shen, the county magistrate has won a chance for you."

Shen Ningning blinked her round eyes curiously: "What chance?"

“The Imperial Master was watching the stars at night. It will rain in the next two days, so the Emperor and His Royal Highness, together with their ministers, prepared to go to the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices and pray for rain.”

"To show your sincerity, the county magistrate invited a Rain Goddess from the temple. He asked the students in your private school to copy the "Inviting Rain Sutra". When the emperor goes to the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices in the future, he will ask someone to bring the Rain Goddess to him. The statue of the empress and the scriptures are presented together.”

Shen Ningning thought: "To pray for rain... can we just copy scriptures?"

The guard turned the horse's reins and said with a smile: "Yes, Miss Shen must take good care of it. This is the wish of the county magistrate."

“If nothing happens this time, after you finish your elementary school classes in a private school in a year, the county magistrate will be able to send you to study at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the capital.”

"The county magistrate has been helping out in the capital these days, so I asked my subordinate to inform the whole story. Your Excellency has also said hello to the teachers in the private school. Please pay attention to Miss Shen."

Shen Ningning opened the car curtain and looked at the land passing by. Most of it was dry and cracked, with no grass growing.

This is the hour of Chen, but the sun is already shining overhead, and the bright and hot sunlight is burning the earth like a ball of fire.

 The country of Cangyun, which has been dry for a long time, really needs a timely rain.

Shen Ningning nodded heavily, her eyes bright: "I will definitely copy the scriptures well!"

 Arrived at private school.

Master Huang also told everyone about the copying of the "Qing Yu Jing" before class.

 When the statue of the Rain Goddess was brought up.

 Everyone made a sound of exclamation.

The statue is only as long as an upright palm, and its entire body is made of fine white jade. Its brows are lifelike, both majestic and compassionate.

The Rain Goddess holds the fragrant grass that gives rain and holds a compass in her right hand.

On the hem of her skirt, there is a dragon wrapped around the skirt, which is said to be her mount.

In legend, the Rain Goddess rides such a dragon and spreads clouds and rain everywhere.

“Students, the Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince have not eaten for two days in order to offer sacrifices. This shows how important this rain is to us.”

"Therefore, in addition to regular classes during these two days, the rest of the academic courses are temporarily exempted. Everyone will copy a copy of the "Qing Yu Sutra" and send it to the capital the day after tomorrow. The county magistrate will present it to the emperor to express our gratitude to Guangyang County. Determination."

 Speaking, Master Huang looked at Shen Ningning: "Senior Shen, your writing is clean and regular. I will put the scriptures you copied at the top. You must copy them carefully."

 After all, the county magistrate personally explained it.

This time of copying scriptures to pray for rain was to give Shen Ningning an opportunity to express herself.

Shen Ningning nodded immediately: "Don't worry, Master, I will be careful!"

 Master Huang nodded and began to turn over the book and lecture.

Lan Qian stared at Shen Ningning, with a look that wanted to burn a hole in her back.

A poor little guy who can only live in the mountains actually wants to be in the limelight?

no way!

 The "Qing Yu Jing" is not long, but if you want to copy it carefully, you must calm down.

So for two consecutive days, there were no regular classes in the private school, and everyone was copying scriptures carefully in the room.

 Shen Ningning is particularly careful.

 Early the next morning, she had spent the whole night finishing the scriptures.

While he was putting the ink stains in the room to dry, Lan Qian's voice came from the door.

 “Shen Ningning!”

The little guy turned around and saw Lan Qian coming in holding an inkstone and paper and pen in hand.

Shen Ningning's face tightened, and her Nuonuo voice said urgently: "Wait a minute, don't come in!"

 How could Lan Qian listen to her?

 Step directly inside!

But Lan Qian never expected that as soon as she raised her foot, she seemed to be tripped by something!

 There was a "pop" and he fell down hard.

 The ink prepared in the inkstone in her hand spread all over her face!

 Lan Qian fell so much that it hurt so much!

She opened her mouth, and her teeth were stained black with ink, and she cried in anger. "Shen Ningning! You actually plotted against me?!"

 The little guy walked over and kindly helped her up.

 A small face, although there was surprise, there was no regret.

Shen Ningning's voice was sweet and soft: "Lan Qian is sorry, because last time you peeked in and broke into my room at will."

“In order to copy scriptures quietly, I pulled a piece of cotton thread at the door. Are you okay?”

Lan Qian was so angry that her lungs were about to explode.

 How could it be okay? !

 She looked back.

 What tripped her up was indeed a cotton string stretched taut from side to side, tied near the threshold!

"Shen Ningning, you are a vicious villain, just to harm me!" Lan Qian cursed indiscriminately.

 The little guy blinked his innocent eyes: "I reminded you not to come in in a hurry, but you didn't listen to me."

 Lan Qian really has nowhere to reason!

"You...you!" Ink flowed from the corners of her mouth, and her lips were swollen. In Shen Ningning's eyes, they looked like grandma's pickled sausages.

Shen Ningning puffed up her face and tried not to smile.

 But I still couldn’t hold it back.

 “Pfft…”

 “You dare to laugh at me?! It’s a shame that I sent you ink out of kindness!”

“Everyone’s inkstone and ink are the same, why did you give them to me?” Shen Ningning blinked her long and thick eyelashes.

 She is not a fool to not believe it!

Lan Qian felt that she was short of words and was about to tear up the scriptures copied by Shen Ningning when Lu Shaoyuan's voice came from the door: "What happened?"

 “Brother Shaoyuan!” Lan Qian burst into tears: “I was sending ink to Shen Ningning, but she tripped over her and I was injured.”

Lu Shaoyuan had just finished copying the scriptures when he heard from the book boy that candle lights were on in Shen Ningning’s room all night.

 So he suspected that she had not slept, and had just brought her breakfast from the dining hall.

 I saw this scene.

He looked at Lan Qian suspiciously, and then at Shen Ningning.

 Compared to Lan Qian's hoarse accusations, the little guy stood there obediently, with fair skin and bright eyes, like a little pearl that was too lazy to speak.

Lu Shaoyuan then said to Lan Qian coldly: "Why are you so free?"

"Everyone is busy copying scriptures, and I'm afraid they won't be able to make it in time. Do you still have time to send ink to Shen Ningning?"

 Lan Qian was attacked, and she paused: "I..."

 Lu Shaoyuan urged displeasedly: "Go back to your room!"

If it weren't for the ink covering up, Shen Ningning would have seen that Lan Qian's original expression was darker than the ink!

 She was afraid of Lu Shaoyuan, so she could only leave in despair.

 Shen Ningning turned around and sorted out the scriptures she had copied.

Lu Shaoyuan came over and placed a plate of breakfast on the table.

 The little guy took a look at it, a steamed bun and a cup of soy milk.

I can’t eat it at all!

 She is waiting to enter Wonderland later and eat the braised beef noodles that Aunt Liu made last time!

 Thinking of chewy noodles, wrapped in fragrant meat sauce, dozens of chunks of beef and green vegetables filling the bowl.

Shen Ningning couldn't help but salivate.

Her voice was soft: "You eat, I'm not hungry."

Lu Shaoyuan coughed lightly and didn't know how to persuade her to eat. He talked too much and seemed to care about her. It was obvious that he was not very familiar with Shen Ningning.

"Um...Lan Qian shouldn't be so kind as to send you ink." He thought about it for a while, but returned to the matter.

Shen Ningning's clear eyes were full of agility: "I know, the cotton thread is to guard against her."

Lu Shaoyuan turned his head and glanced at the thread tied at the door, and couldn't help but laugh.

 “You’re quite smart.”

 At this time, the Master sent someone to look for Lu Shaoyuan, and he had to leave first.

When leaving, he also told Shen Ningning: "Eat the buns. Otherwise, if you are hungry, you will have to wait until noon to eat again."