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

Tufu's Mansion

The door of the study was closed tightly. Han Zhou was locked in the room by Wu Cixiu, asking him to solve a sand table map of a march. He could not leave until he finished solving it.

The formation was repeated, and one move affected the entire body. Xie Nanxing felt tired after watching it for a while.

Ah Shun walked into the study at this time and led Xie Nanxing directly into the warm room. Fruits, cakes and other food for the children had already been prepared, and the fruit tea brewing on the small red clay stove exuded an enticing sweet aroma.

The room was warm, so Xie Nanxing took off his cloak, put down the hand warmer that Shen Jinmo had just given him, and drank the fruit tea in small sips with his head held high.

It looks like a little squirrel holding a pine cone, so adorable.

Unconsciously, a plate of peeled nuts appeared at hand. Xie Nanxing looked at Ah Shun, a burly man, peeling melon seeds with his head down, and smiled.

"Uncle Shun, I just turned sixteen a few days ago. I'm not a child anymore."

Ah Shun paused, shook his head and began to laugh. His smile was distant and contained a hint of nostalgia.

"You look so thin and weak, a bit like the young master described by the master when he was young."

Even when the young master recovered later, A Shun's master still took care of him like this.

Over the years, Ah Shun has been learning from his master and taking care of the young master.

"Is the young master the Grand Tutor?"

Before he could reply, Ah Shun heard familiar footsteps and turned around to greet them. He untied Wu Cixiu's cloak while brushing off the snowflakes that had stained his clothes.

Her expression lost its gentleness, and her voice became deeper: "It's snowing so heavily, and you don't even know to bring an extra umbrella. The master will probably be angry if he sees you."

"If you don't complain, how can he know?"

When talking about his old friend, Wu Cixiu's eyes revealed a sense of dependence.

Xie Nanxing suddenly became curious about what kind of powerful person could make the Taifu feel dependent on him.

Seeing that Xie Nanxing seemed distracted, Wu Cixiu did not urge him. He just sat down opposite him and drank his tea leisurely.

But when he finished the cup of tea, the child sitting opposite him not only didn't come back to his senses, but even his eyes began to turn red.

It looks like he has suffered some injustice.

Knocking slowly on the wooden table with both hands, Wu Cixiu asked, "Nanxing, why are you distracted?"

After coming back to his senses in an instant, Xie Nanxing hurriedly stood up and bowed to Wu Cixiu: "Student greets Master."

"Get up." Wu Cixiu raised his hand to help her up, and greeted Xie Nanxing with a smile: "If Nanxing is wronged by me, and Wang Heng knows about it tomorrow, he might come to me to settle the score."

The doting tone in Wu Cixiu's words was exactly the same as Shen Jun's preference for Shen Jinmo.

This kind of pampering and preference made Xie Nanxing happier than discovering that someone treated him sincerely.

Xie Nanxing tilted his head and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about the fact that Shen Jinmo is used to respecting the Grand Tutor, so it's impossible for him to fight with the Grand Tutor. Just considering the Grand Tutor is so heroic, ten Shen Jinmos can't beat one Grand Tutor."

Wu Cixiu was so amused by Xie Nanxing that his eyes fell straight on Xie Nanxing.

After taking a look, he realized something was wrong: "Nanxing has not grown as fast as before in recent days, and he looks very haggard. Has Wangheng bullied you these days?"

"No, no, he has always been very nice to me." Shaking his head and waving his hands, Xie Nanxing was reluctant to let Shen Jinmo be misunderstood in the slightest.

Wu Cixiu's gaze towards Xie Nanxing was always a little more loving: "Does Nanxing have something on his mind?"

Not daring to respond directly, Xie Nanxing fixed his eyes on the hand warmer that was just right and handed to Ah Shun in Wu Cixiu's hand: "Taifu and Uncle Ah Shun have a really good relationship."

“I can’t afford to offend him.” He glanced at Ah Shun’s cold eyes and said helplessly, “He keeps an eye on me every day and watches me more strictly than his master.”

"He would always write down in his notebook what I did not do as he pleased, and every May he would burn those notes in front of me, crying and complaining to his master while burning them."

Xie Nanxing was quite surprised that Ah Shun would cry.

But what surprised him even more was the smile on the tutor's lips when he mentioned Master A Shun.

Not a single word says love, yet every word is love.

Thinking of the fact that the Grand Tutor never married, and the word "burn" that Wu Cixiu used, Xie Nanxing asked with worry in his tone: "Where is Uncle Shun's master now?"

This statement was already presumptuous, but Wu Cixiu was willing to tell Xie Nanxing.

He hoped that Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing would have a better ending than he and his old friend.

"On the eve of the fall of the previous dynasty's city gate, my trusted confidant betrayed me and he died under the butcher's knife to protect me, so he should have passed away."

Wu Cixiu used the word "should".

"Now, Ah Shun has become his eyes, watching over me for him every day, and I am walking in the world with the expectations that I share with him, so if I am here, he is here too."

Their expectation is to stabilize the country and usher in a prosperous era.

But at this moment, Wu Cixiu was increasingly unsure whether he would be able to present this answer sheet when the two of them were reunited.

It turns out that the ending of the story is so sad.

With tears welling up in his eyes, Xie Nanxing raised his head and forced back his tears: "Master, you are doing so well now, I must be very proud of you."

"No." Wu Cixiu smiled and shook his head: "He would say that I work too hard, he would say that I don't know how to take care of myself."

Stroking his graying beard with one hand, Wu Cixiu's eyes were filled with tears: "In the end, he will blame himself for leaving too early."

The king described in just a few words made Xie Nanxing burst into tears. He seemed to empathize with the old friend, and also seemed to empathize with the tutor who had been walking alone all these years.

What that person hated the most before he died must be himself. The road ahead is bumpy. Without him as a barrier, all the ups and downs in this world will fall directly on his beloved.

For Taifu, following his old friend's path to the underworld together is his greatest relief.

But Taifu did not choose this easy path. He walked the world with their ideals, wanting to give that person a happy ending.

Xie Nanxing felt resentful and hateful.

He felt that Luo An's filthiness was not worthy of the Grand Tutor's decades of hard work.

This Luo An is not worthy of his Shen Jinmo.

There is no such thing as empathy in this world, unless two people have truly experienced the same torture. Xie Nanxing looked up and stared at Wu Cixiu, as if he had found the reins that could pull him out of the abyss.

"Master, is there right or wrong love in this world?"

"Nanxing likes Wangheng?"

He did not answer but asked instead, and did not easily put the word "love" on Xie Nanxing.

The worldly prejudice was too heavy. If the sixteen-year-old Xie Nanxing was still in a daze with his sick body, Wu Cixiu was afraid that he could not bear it.

“I don’t know if that’s love.”

Lifting the back of his hand to wipe away the tears, Xie Nanxing's eyes were surprisingly bright: "He saved my life first, and then there was the turmoil in the number theory. He also took good care of me. I just want to give it to him as long as he wants it."