After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Three days later, at Princess Pingnan's Mansion

Xie Nanxing, who was so sick that he was on the verge of death, tumbled off the horse's back with a dull sound.

The pain that lasted for several days made Xie Nanxing lose the sense of the pain of falling to the ground. He supported himself on the jade steps with his hands, looked up at the plaque of "Princess Pingnan's Mansion", and began to climb up the jade steps.

With his lips tightly pursed, Xie Nanxing did not dare to relax at all until the last moment.

As the setting sun shone down at dusk, wherever Xie Nanxing's hands passed, they left behind overlapping red and yellow handprints.

He was drowsy all the way, fell off the horse countless times and got up countless times, for three whole days and three nights. The cold and the wounds that had not been healed in time made Xie Nanxing look like no human being anymore.

The guard at the gate looked at the disgusting marks on the ground and cast a look of disgust on Xie Nanxing, knowing in his heart that this man would not live long.

This is the Princess Pingnan's residence, not just anyone can come here.

Even if this person in front of me dies, he cannot die under the gate of the Princess's Mansion.

"Where did this little beggar come from? If you want to die, die far away."

"Princess Ping...Pingnan...save...my brother."

The moment Xie Nanxing took the green and smooth peace locket out of her arms, it lost its original color.

The palace guard couldn't hear what Xie Nanxing said, and seeing that the man had no intention of leaving, he raised his foot and kicked towards Xie Nanxing.

Shen Jun, who had just returned home from a roll call at the Imperial Guards, could see the outline of the peace locket through the reflection of the setting sun.

He hurriedly swung the whip in his hand, pushing the guard who was about to kick him back several feet, then put his toes on the horse's back and leaped in front of Xie Nanxing.

The hand with thick calluses held Xie Nanxing's hand holding the peace locket. His face was calm, but his heart seemed to be roasted on fire.

This is not his son. His son would certainly not even be able to come to Luoan for help now.

Shen Jun carefully picked up Xie Nanxing, who was already covered in blood, by the waist. He didn't even dare to think about how this light-hearted man had overcome numerous difficulties and dangers to deliver this safety locket.

After opening her eyelids which were about to droop, Xie Nanxing felt that the man in front of her was so strong and majestic.

If Shen Jinmo put on armor, he might be even more majestic than the person in front of him.

"Ping'an Town, Her Royal Highness Princess Pingnan, destroy the bones, save Brother Hunter."

With his last breath, Xie Nanxing told all the information and fainted in Shen Jun's arms.

Xie Nanxing was no stranger to the feeling of being on the verge of death. He felt that he might die again.

The iron-blooded general's eyes welled up with tears because of Xie Nanxing's words. He ran towards Hanying Courtyard with trembling steps: "Please ask for a doctor, quickly."

"Prepare the carriage and send a letter to the palace, saying that my son Shen Jinmo has been found."

"Go to the Zhongqinhou Mansion and invite the princess back."

Commands were issued one after another, and Princess Pingnan's mansion became extremely busy due to Xie Nanxing's arrival.

The servants were not in a panic when they came and went, and everything was busy but orderly.

Time passed by second by second. The child in Shen Jun's arms was quite light, and even lighter than this body was Xie Nanxing's breath.

Shen Jun had a bad feeling in his heart, he felt that he could not keep the child.

……

Xie Nanxing opened his eyes, and the sound of mahjong tiles colliding reached his ears. The room filled with the scent of sandalwood was quiet and long.

He stayed in this place for a while when he died last time.

"Am I dead again?"

This was the first time in hundreds of years that Chuan Chuan left the game before finishing a game of cards just for someone.

"Not dead yet."

With a wave of his hand, the scene of Xie Nanxing lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by many famous doctors in Luoan appeared.

Yueyue came up to take a look and added, "But it will be soon. He died several times and was forcibly pulled back."

Xie Nanxing leaned against the wall and hugged his knees. In fact, he knew that he would die. He knew it since the first time he was thrown off the horse.

Forget it, if he dies, he dies. It’s not the first time he dies.

I just don't know if Shen Jinmo can survive.

"You are so afraid of death, why are you willing to die for him?"

In just over two months, a person with Xie Nanxing's personality was no longer afraid of death for the sake of one person.

This kind of thing that goes against human nature is too terrifying.

"I didn't think much of it."

Xie Nanxing's eyes fell on the person whose body was wrapped in gauze, and he couldn't help but shudder.

He secretly thanked his luck that it was brought up early, otherwise he would have to bear the pain all his life.

"Do you still want to go back?"

Going back would mean countless attacks from both sides, and living in constant fear of losing one's life.

In the change of imperial power, Xie Nanxing was just a speck of dust.

"I did." Without much hesitation, Xie Nanxing gave the answer.

Not fierce, not persistent, and explain calmly.

"why?"

In Chuan Chuan's eyes, Xie Nanxing was mediocre in all aspects except for his outstanding appearance.

Xie Nanxing is the most ordinary person among all living beings. Such a person will definitely not leave any trace in the long river of history.

Living or dying doesn't seem to make much difference.

Xie Nanxing raised his head and looked at Chuan Chuan: "He treated me well. If I were in another body, I wouldn't know if someone would treat me well again."

In order to be adopted, Xie Nanxing practiced smiling in front of the bathroom mirror for a month, but on the day of adoption, he was unable to leave the bathroom.

Xie Nanxing once studied all night long in order to get a toy bear as a reward from the dean, but in the end someone else's name was written on his transcript.

Xie Nanxing also took the initiative to protect a pregnant colleague behind her, but was eventually pushed by a panicked colleague and died under the candidate's knife.

In his two lives, Shen Jinmo was the only one who would take the sharp blade for Xie Nanxing, and only Shen Jinmo would see that Xie Nanxing's clothes did not fit him and would buy him new ones.

He tried hard every time, but was let down every time. But now he finally met someone who would not let him down. How could Xie Nanxing bear to give up?

Penetrating through Xie Nanxing's consciousness, he saw the unknown story behind the biographical information.

Some people exhaust all their energy just to live.

Just like Xie Nanxing.

"Xie Nanxing, every life that strives to live deserves respect."

"Xie Nanxing, I wish you good health and good luck."

The voice in his mind faded away, and Xie Nanxing woke up slowly. Pain swept through every part of his body, but the only glimmer of his remaining consciousness was still given to Shen Jinmo.

"Brother...Hunter, you need to...save...him."

"Child, someone has gone to rescue Xiao Mo."

Xia Xin stood up from the stool, bent her knees and squatted in front of the couch, carefully stroking Xie Nanxing's black hair with her warm hands, feeling infinite heartache.

In a place that Xia Xin couldn't reach, there really was someone who loved her son well.

"When I...came here, it took me...three days."

Tears flowed down his eyelids, and the wounds that were scratched and then cracked by frost were wetted by his tears, infecting him with new pain.

"Hunter...Hunter...Brother only has...ten days."

"Don't be afraid, kid. There's still time. Take a good rest."

Only after getting Xia Xin's affirmative response did Xie Nanxing allow the pain to take over all his senses. He fainted in extreme pain.