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

"Doctor Cheng, His Royal Highness doesn't have much money, so be more restrained when you kill people."

"I dare not." He clasped his hands in response and told the truth: "And the money is from the Princess's Mansion."

"Is that so?" He replied neither lightly nor heavily.

What belongs to the Princess's Mansion will also belong to Shen Jinmo in the future, right?

After all the content was recorded clearly, Cheng Yangqiu bowed and left.

Walking out of the gate of Xiangzhuyuan, Cheng Yangqiu took out the piece of paper and smiled suddenly.

He did his senior sister's instructions so well, he might even get some praise from her.

It’s just that my senior sister’s husband isn’t very good-looking. Every time she stares at him with an expressionless face, he looks a bit scary.

Mo Ping walked in from outside the house in the snow. The moment he saw Xie Nanxing, he quickened his pace and approached Xie Nanxing with a smile: "Young Master, His Royal Highness sent me to ask, do you want to walk around Luo'an with His Royal Highness?"

"What about others?"

Shen Jinmo and Mo Ping rarely separate. Mo Ping comes back to pass on a message for Shen Jinmo. Could it be that Shen Jinmo is waiting for him outside the house?

"I was stopped at the palace gate, so I asked you to come and ask you first. If you want to go out, you can have more time to pack up."

"Of course I want to go." This answer was very exciting: "A Ping, help me find some rouge and powder. I can't embarrass the prince when I go out."

He excitedly went into the room, changed his clothes, and applied gouache on his face rather awkwardly. Looking at the even skin color in the bronze mirror, Xie Nanxing thought this thing was really a good thing.

It can be reused later.

After everything was ready, Xie Nanxing took a few steps but felt a little timid.

"A Ping, if there is a murder in Luoan, will anyone take care of it?"

"Don't worry, young master. This is the Emperor's territory. No one dares to act recklessly."

Although the Imperial Guard is useless, the eldest princess's son, no matter how unfavored he is, is not something that an ordinary family can do rashly.

"Okay, let's go wait for him at the door."

Xie Nanxing was secretly excited and a little childish. She put on the cloak handed to her by Xiao Gao and went out holding the oil-paper umbrella in her own hands.

Due to his poor health, Xie Nanxing's steps were much slower than those of the others next to Shen Jinmo. Even though they were over a hundred meters apart, Shen Jinmo could hear the sound.

He got off the carriage and walked quickly towards Xie Nanxing.

He took the umbrella that Xie Nanxing was holding to block the wind, and his strong body protected Xie Nanxing in his arms.

"Mo Ping, don't let him hold the umbrella by himself in the future."

You are too weak, so you need to take good care of yourself. It’s best not to do any work.

"I know my crime and will be careful in the future."

Nodding repeatedly, Mo Ping let the coachman enter the mansion alone, and personally took out the stool in the carriage before Shen Jinmo, making it easier for Xie Nanxing to step on it and get into the carriage.

"How can someone be as sick as you say?"

When Xie Nanxing could only go out in a wheelchair, he had to rely on these people to serve him.

Now that he can stand up and walk, he doesn't want to rely on others for everything.

"You're not used to being served?" Shen Jinmo immediately pointed out Xie Nanxing's thoughts: "Then how about I serve Master Xie myself from now on?"

Xie Nanxing glanced at Shen Jinmo from the side, and saw Shen Jinmo's arms protecting him from the corner of his eye. In the end, he chose not to respond to the conversation.

Xie Nanxing felt that Shen Jinmo was trying to trick him, but he also felt that there was no need for Shen Jinmo to do so.

It must be an illusion!

Glancing at the stool, Shen Jinmo moved it away with one foot, then skillfully put his hands around Xie Nanxing's waist and lifted her up.

Xie Nanxing did not feel any discomfort either. In Yunhuai Village, he was wrapped in a quilt and it was difficult for him to get on the cart. Every time, Shen Jinmo would lift him up like a little chicken.

Mo Ping moved the stool in angrily, realizing that he had flattered the wrong person.

But Mo Ping will not give up easily. He will work hard to get the right spot next time.

The carriage was moving slowly on the streets of Luoan. Xie Nanxing lifted the curtain with one hand and asked, "Don't the merchants in Luoan make money?"

Most of the pedestrians on the road were common people riding in horse-drawn carriages to visit relatives and friends. Along the way, only a few shops selling festival gifts were open.

It was very different from the bustling scene that Xie Nanxing had imagined.

"The Spring Festival lasts from New Year's Eve to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. These are the only days of leisure in the whole year."

"Then why are we coming out?" The curtains were lowered, and Xie Nanxing took a sip of tea from the teacup.

"I'm bringing you out to get some fresh air so you don't miss the outside world all the time."

She always asks Mo Ping and Xiao Gao about Luo An. Now that she has brought Xie Nanxing out to see him, she won't ask these two people about him again, right?

The carriage went forward for a while, and Xie Nanxing heard the noisy sounds and excitedly lifted the curtain: "A place like this is still open during the Spring Festival?"

The sounds of orchestral music were heard everywhere, exquisite lanterns were hung on the door, and men and women were talking and laughing among the waving handkerchiefs. It looked like a scene of prosperity and decadence.

"When people are well fed and well clothed, they will think about sex. The days when all officials are on holiday are when these brothels make the most money."

"A Ping, stop the car." Xie Nanxing really wanted to go in and see the world: "Shen Jinmo, you have never been here before, let's go down and join in the fun."

The expansive aura of Shen Jinmo was frozen in an instant. Xie Nanxing would be sixteen this year. If he were from an ordinary family, it would be normal for him to be a husband and a father, and it would be understandable that he was curious about prostitutes.

But Shen Jinmo didn't like Xie Nanxing doing this.

"You are not in good health. You can't go to such a place."

Xie Nanxing didn't have to go in the first place, but he got angry after hearing what Shen Jinmo said.

Which man likes to hear others say that he is not good enough?

Even if it really doesn't work, you have to put on a brave face.

"Who do you look down on?"

He put on his cloak alone, held onto the shaft, and carefully stepped onto the stool to get off the carriage.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Xie Nanxing walked along the street for a while and felt so tired that he was out of breath.

Not wanting to go any further, Xie Nanxing went straight into the most lively Qin Chu Building.

Following Xie Nanxing at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, Shen Jinmo looked at the place where Xie Nanxing went in and let out a breath.

He always felt that Xie Nanxing was hinting at something.

He strode into the Qinchu Building, pushed away the men surrounding Xie Nanxing, and Shen Jinmo encircled Xie Nanxing in his protective circle: "Do you really just want to take a look?"

Xie Nanxing nodded, his eyes surprisingly bright.

“Why are there only men here?”

"Could it be that they are serving women?"

"Have the customs of the Great Xia Dynasty become so open?"

These men have all kinds of appearances, some are slender and graceful, some are strong and powerful, and some are charming and sensible.

In the cold winter, everyone was only wearing a thin layer of gauze, looking very charming.

More and more young prostitutes who were not afraid of death surrounded him. Shen Jinmo pulled Xie Nanxing's wrist and walked out of the encirclement. He threw a silver ingot to the madam and went up to the private room on the second floor.

Leaning against the window of the private room, Xie Nanxing looked at the people coming in and out, and accepted the fact with great difficulty.

All the people coming and going here are men.

Xie Nanxing secretly looked at Shen Jinmo, his ears turned a little red, hesitated for a few moments, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was a little dry.

"Shen Jinmo, don't worry, I don't like men."

After saying this, I felt something was not right.

"I'm not trying to tempt you to like men."

"That's not right either."