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

"Then I can't ask His Royal Highness to save me next time." Shen Jinmo gave a good thing, Xie Nanxing will always treasure it properly: "I want to ask Shen Jinmo to save me."

The tingling sensation at the tip of his ear turned into a strange itch in his heart through his meridians. Shen Jinmo suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, stood up from the stool, and looked at Mo Ping who had been waiting at the gate of the courtyard for a long time.

Lowering his head and looking at Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo became very gentle, a gentleness that even Xiao Gao and Xiao Gan didn't feel scared.

"Well, calling him Shen Jinmo will work."

The Crown Prince of Princess Pingnan's Mansion cannot protect anyone, but Shen Jinmo will let Xie Nanxing live.

Xiaogan looked at Shen Jinmo's unique kindness to Xie Nanxing and envy appeared in his eyes.

This young man from the countryside has already embarked on the road to success because he saved the life of the Crown Prince.

Even if it costs one's life, it is worth it.

There was light snow falling from the sky, and Shen Jinmo put on a cloak and walked out of Xiangzhu Courtyard.

The north wind brought with it snow, making Shen Jinmo's black cloak flutter and heavy, and Xie Nanxing felt a pang in her heart.

It was like Shen Jinmo was fighting a desperate battle. If he took a wrong step, he would die.

Halfway through the journey, Shen Jinmo stopped and stretched out his hand to Mo Ping. Mo Ping immediately handed the lantern to Shen Jinmo and bowed, waiting for Shen Jinmo's arrangements.

"Move all the luggage to Xiangzhu Courtyard. Xie Nanxing will decide where to put it."

"The slave obeys."

After today's unexpected incident, Mo Ping was helping Shen Jinmo pack his luggage.

Shen Jinmo has returned to Luoan. Even if Xia Hong has not extended his tentacles to Shen Jinmo's residence, as long as he is in the Princess's Mansion, there is no way he can escape Xia Hong's surveillance.

If there is trouble again in the future, it will take a huge amount of energy to clear out the hidden lines in the two courtyards.

"Mo Ping, remember to tell Xie Nanxing that I went to Hanying Courtyard, and tell him to rest early and not wait for me."

"In the future, if he asks you about my affairs, just tell him when it is safe."

In fact, Xie Nanxing never asked Shen Jinmo what kind of career he wanted to pursue, but Shen Jinmo had to let everyone under him know his attitude towards Xie Nanxing.

If he is not here, these people must protect Xie Nanxing.

"The slave knows."

Mo Ping stopped and watched Shen Jinmo leave. Looking at the inky back, the tears that he had been holding back for a long time overflowed from his eyes.

He is ten years older than Shen Jinmo, and has been Mo Ping's master since Shen Jinmo was born.

Today, Mo Ping's master came back, and he came back in a very embarrassed state.

There has never been any major victory, it's just that one more person is buried in this vortex.

No, it's two.

After watching Shen Jinmo leave, Mo Ping immediately asked the servants to move Shen Jinmo's luggage to Xiangzhu Courtyard, and went into the courtyard alone to ask for instructions.

"The servant Mo Ping greets the young master."

Xie Nanxing looked up from the history book and saw the servants waiting outside the courtyard: "Hurry up, but what does Shen Jinmo have to say?"

"His Royal Highness said that the young master is in poor health now. In order to take care of the young master, he will live in Xiangzhu Courtyard in the future."

Mo Ping bowed his head respectfully, and was extremely respectful to Xie Nanxing: "Now all the luggage is outside, you can see where to put it."

Xie Nanxing was amused by Mo Ping's words: "Your Highness, the prince of your family would say such things?"

"Yeah." Mo Ping glanced at Xie Nanxing's expression and smiled, "That's what His Royal Highness meant."

And this meaning was tasted by Mo Ping himself.

Xie Nanxing put down the book in his hand and held the hand warmer tightly: "Then according to Ah Ping, where is the most suitable place for His Royal Highness to stay?"

How could a servant like him have the right to make the decision on such a matter?

Since Xie Nanxing asked, he had to answer.

"May I ask how did you live in Yunhuai Village before?"

Looking at the serious Mo Ping in front of him, Xie Nanxing had some joking thoughts: "I was afraid of death at that time, so I lived with your prince."

"Ah..." This reply obviously exceeded Mo Ping's expectations, as he had never thought about it in that direction.

With the young master's body, he can't stand the torture from his family's eldest son...

You might faint if you kiss her.

Sighing silently, Xie Nanxing felt that Mo Ping was also thinking in a biased way, but Xie Nanxing herself also contributed to Mo Ping's biased thinking: "Your Highness the Crown Prince sleeps on the bed."

"As for me, I just rolled up a quilt and made a bed on the floor."

"I see." Mo Ping smiled. He knew Xie Nanxing was teasing him, so he joined in.

"Now that you are the master of Xiangzhu Courtyard, it is your turn to sleep on the bed, while His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will sleep on the floor."

"Let His Royal Highness sleep in the warm room." Xie Nanxing suddenly found that Mo Ping was actually quite interesting. He smiled and pointed in the direction of the warm room: "I am still timid. I am always afraid that someone will assassinate me again at night."

"The slave obeys the order."

Mo Ping waved his hand, and the maids and servants began to pack Shen Jinmo's luggage.

In just a cup of tea, the servants who had packed the luggage knelt in front of Xie Nanxing.

Looking at the servant in front of him, Xie Nanxing put away the casual attitude he showed towards Mo Ping.

"I am not in good health and cannot stand the noise. If you have nothing to do in the future, please do not enter the main courtyard."

"My energy is limited. If you have any problems in the future, please report them to Butler Mo first."

"The slave obeys the order."

The crowd of people kneeling in the room retreated. Mo Ping bowed beside Xie Nanxing and said, "Young Master, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked you to rest early. Don't wait for him."

"Ah."

As soon as the voice fell, Xie Nanxing saw Lu Yan coming towards him holding an oil-paper umbrella, followed by two servants carrying clothes.

"Luyan greets the young master. Someone from the palace just came to ask you to come with me to the palace to worship our ancestors the day after tomorrow."

"These clothes were prepared in a hurry. Please wear them for now."

The dignity of the royal family must not be lost. No matter how many conflicts there are in the inner house, once they leave the mansion, they are still a family with common interests.

Family disgrace should not be made public, and the eldest princess’s family disgrace can only be told to Xia Hongyang.

Xie Nanxing didn't ask why, because this was an imperial decree: "So what preparations do I need to make the day after tomorrow?"

"You have to get up at four o'clock the day after tomorrow, so you must rest well in the next two days."

"Fourth watch..."

Xie Nanxing's face was long and childish, "Xiao Gao, Xiao Gan, hurry up, I need to wash up now and get enough sleep first."

How can you keep healthy if you don’t sleep well?

Hanyingyuan

The bluestone beneath his knees was cold, and the wind and snow swirled around Shen Jinmo. After kneeling for nearly a cup of tea, Shen Jinmo finally opened his mouth to greet him.

"Shen Jinmo, your son, wants to see your father and mother."

Shen Jun helped Xia Xin sit down near the door, then put on a cloak and came out of the house.

Holding the oil-paper umbrella in his hand above Shen Jinmo's head, Shen Jun and Shen Jinmo stood side by side in the wind and snow: "Xiao Mo, your mother just lay down."

"You will have to go to the palace early in the morning on New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow. It will be a busy day. You are tired from the journey, so go back and rest early."

Shen Jun's words were very calm and his voice was very soft, as if he was talking to an irrelevant person.