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

"Yes." Xun Zhan responded firmly: "Just wait."

What's more, Shen Jinmo can't be alone.

"Xun Zhan, I remember all the kindness you have shown me, but I cannot give you what you want."

Born in this cannibalistic palace and able to grow up safely to the age of ten, Xia Yu is not a man who is ignorant of the ways of the world.

Although he urgently needed to hold power, he could not do anything like using himself to win over his subjects.

As a man, you should get everything you want through conspiracy and conspiracy, instead of offering yourself to the bed.

Even if I offer myself to be your bedmate, I should do it with Xunzhan.

Xia Yu's words were ugly words spoken in advance, and Xun Zhan didn't care at all.

He liked to tease Xia Yu, liked to make Xia Yu happy, and even more liked to raise Xia Yu strong.

Other than that, not yet.

There is still a long way to go, and who knows what will happen in the future.

After finishing the whole elbow, Xun Zhan took out the book from his arms.

Xun Zhan would tell Xia Yu at night about those classes that could not be attended during the day and the content that could not be discussed.

About mountains and rivers, about power and politics, about people's hearts.

In fact, Xia Yu didn't like to hear this, but he knew that he had to listen.

The names that Zhong Yuanyuan cried out in her sleep were the obsessions that Xia Yu could not let go of.

As he grew older, Xia Yu had already gained some idea of ​​the past that no one in the palace dared to mention and the secrets that no one knew.

"Shen Jinmo is back, is there anything I can do?"

Dynasties have changed several times in this territory, and the practice that the prime minister of each dynasty must come from the Xun clan has never been an exception for hundreds of years.

By Xun Zhan's generation, the eldest son Xun Lan became the right-hand man of Crown Prince Xia Ling, while the unruly and unruly second son was assigned by Xia Hong to be Xia Yu's teacher.

Xun Xiang naturally would not put all his chips on one person, but the ten-year-old Xia Yu still couldn't understand how he, who was only eight years old and could even bully a palace maid, could have the capital to win the favor of Xun.

Xia Yu is unable to judge now who is more powerful between the twenty-year-old Xun Lan and the fifteen-year-old Xun Zhan, but to Xia Yu, Xun Zhan is good enough to be his teacher.

But due to Zhong Luoyue's interference, Xun Zhan could only teach some arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he dared not touch on other things during the day.

However, Xia Hongzhi did not intervene in this kind of interference.

"Respond to ever-changing situations by remaining constant." The cold wind blew in from the window. Xun Zhan stood up, closed the window, and sat down at the table again.

"His savior is called Xie Nanxing. He will be your study partner after the Lantern Festival. I will try them out again if I have the chance."

"The one who almost died?"

The excitement in Xia Yu's heart grew wildly on this lonely New Year's Eve.

Without any special planning, he gradually became involved with people with whom he had no personal relationship.

He just jumped right in.

"That's the one Shen Jinmo loves the most. He's not in good health. Don't think of anything else."

"Ha." He smiled coldly: "You should say this to yourself."

Without Xun Zhan's response, Xia Yu changed the subject: "Did you edit the book yourself again this time?"

"Yeah." Xun Zhan responded with one word.

He read books all over the world in order to sort out everything that Xia Yu needed to learn quickly.

Xia Yu was too young. He was nearly four years younger than the Eighth Prince. When other princes were able to move out of the palace and build their own residences, Xia Yu would still be trapped in this corner of the palace city.

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Halfway through the Spring Festival, Princess Pingnan's mansion is welcoming and seeing off guests every day, showing the grand style of a wealthy family everywhere.

There were many guests who took the initiative to ask Xia Xin about Shen Jinmo's affairs, but without exception, Xia Xin evaded them with various excuses.

It is just the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and the delicate relationship between mother and son is always mentioned in the daily after-dinner conversations of the wealthy nobles in Manluan.

You said they have a bad relationship, that's not right.

Xia Xin and Shen Jun would take Shen Jinmo with them wherever they went and would not allow others to bully them.

You said they had a good relationship, but that's not right.

Even though they went in and out together, they never talked to each other, and they looked more like strangers than strangers.

In a word, the face is there, but what the face is like here can only be guessed by outsiders.

These words seemed to have wings and flew into every household in Luoan. Even Xie Nanxing, who was isolated from information, had heard several versions of the story from Xiao Gao.

After listening to today's gossip, Xie Nanxing began to instruct Xiao Gao as usual.

"Xiao Gao, no matter what, the princess is a person of noble status. Don't say such things in Xiangzhuyuan in the future."

"I know, I won't do it again."

Xiao Gao has already figured out Xie Nanxing's personality. For example, he will have to listen to the warning he is receiving with such a smile on his face in the future.

If the master wants to hear it, Xiao Gao will put in even more effort to find out, and make sure to make his master happy.

"It's good that you admit your mistake. I won't punish you this time."

Xie Nanxing had no roots in this God's Capital, and Shen Jinmo didn't dare to make any moves now. If he wanted to know the direction of the wind in this God's Capital, Xiao Gao's gossip had become Xie Nanxing's only source of information by accident.

For example, now, Xie Nanxing can guess that Xia Hong hopes that everyone in the capital knows the subtle relationship between this mother and son.

This subtlety had nothing to do with him, Xia Hong. It was because the mother and son had not seen each other for several years and had already become estranged from each other.

Cheng Yangqiu walked into Xiangzhuyuan carrying a medicine box, bowed to Xie Nanxing, squatted down and looked at Xie Nanxing's hands and feet without scabs.

"Master Xie, is it inconvenient for you to walk on the ground these two days?"

Xie Nanxing shook his head: "The flesh on my face and hands is red and white. Is there any medicine that can even it out?"

"If you really mind, you can cover it up with some gouache."

Cheng Yangqiu's words were calm, but they sounded a little unpleasant to Xie Nanxing's ears.

How could a good man like him do such a frivolous thing?

The topic came to an abrupt end. Cheng Yangqiu used all the diagnostic methods, but his brows not only did not relax, but became tighter and tighter.

In Xie Nanxing's eyes, it seemed as if his time was running out.

"Doctor Cheng, is there any hope for my health?"

Xie Nanxing had obviously started practicing the Five Animal Play again, so his condition shouldn't be getting worse, and he could feel the condition of his body as well.

"Thank you, Master. You are feeling a little better than last time."

In fact, he had gotten much better, but his physical condition was still too weak, so Cheng Yangqiu didn't dare to prescribe any medicine easily.

If anything goes wrong, Shen Jinmo will definitely not show mercy to him.

"Then why are you frowning so tightly?"

Xie Nanxing retracted his wrist and hugged his small hand warmer again.

Cheng Yangqiu did not respond. He took out a pen and paper from the medicine box and wrote down the outline one by one.

Sometimes, when he didn't remember clearly, he would feel Xie Nanxing's pulse.

"I'll have to think carefully about this recipe and send it to you tomorrow."

Xie Nanxing looked at Cheng Yangqiu with a scrutinizing look. He felt that Cheng Yangqiu was like a middleman who specialized in reselling business.