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

Without anyone to accompany Xia Che to make trouble, Xia Che couldn't make trouble on his own.

The door of the private room was closed, and five men sat around the table staring blankly.

"Haha." Xie Nanxing laughed dryly twice. It was all due to his professional habit. He couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere of the cold scene.

"Prince Xiaoyao fought for a young prostitute. Aren't you afraid that the princess will be angry?"

"Why would I be afraid of her?" Since Chen Luo was not around, Xia Che boasted boldly.

The looks that Xun Zhan and Han Zhou cast on Xia Che pierced the little self-esteem that Xia Che had left.

"Haha." Another round of silence, Xie Nanxing laughed dryly twice: "Is it possible that everyone in Luo An is gay?"

"I didn't." Han Zhou was innocent: "If I fight outside, I will be arrested by the government. If I fight here, no one will care."

"Prince Han, you are quite clever."

To be a playboy without wasting money and effort within a safe range requires some thinking.

Han Zhou's eyes were filled with excitement when he looked at Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing is praising him...

Xie Nanxing is such a good person.

"Whose backyard doesn't have a few male favorites?" Xun Zhan Fengliu asked.

In his eyes, Xie Nanxing was just a piece of white paper that could be torn apart with a single poke. If no one protected her, she would be eaten until not even a bone was left.

"You are the ninth prince's study companion. I will take you to see the world in the future."

"This man has his own good qualities, and this woman naturally has her own good qualities."

With one hand raised, the fine mahogany table shattered into pieces under Shen Jinmo's palm.

The cold aura froze the room. Shen Jinmo stood up and walked to Xie Nanxing's side. With a frown on his face, he lifted Xie Nanxing up and walked out of the private room.

Looking back angrily at Xun Zhan's nonchalant and unrepentant appearance, Shen Jinmo kicked down the mahogany carved wooden door and pressed straight towards Xun Zhan.

This sudden change really frightened Xun Zhan. When he was running away in a panic, he was tripped by a stool, fell to the ground and rolled several times before he could stabilize himself.

When he looked up again, he could only see Shen Jinmo's cold back. Thinking of the murderous intent in Shen Jinmo's eyes when he looked at him, excitement began to grow, but was finally suppressed deep in Xun Zhan's heart.

The vandal left without looking back, and the remaining three people looked at the mess in the room and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The door was broken, the table was shattered, and there was a big hole in the floor...

This should be a considerable sum of money...

Coincidentally, none of the three of them were wealthy people...

"Now that he's gone, who's going to compensate for the money?"

After Han Zhou asked this question, he noticed the two people's gazes on him, and his scalp numbed: "No way, I don't have any money..."

"Prince Han, don't worry." Xun Zhan patted Han Zhou's shoulder caringly and explained, "When the fight just started, I sent someone back to your house to ask your father for money."

“Xun Zhan!!”

Hearing the anger in the voice of the little fool Han Zhou, Xun Zhan ran away.

If they fight with real guns and swords, he is no match for Han Zhou.

Seeing Xun Zhan's flying back, Han Zhou immediately stood up and chased after him. The coldness that could freeze his feet off reminded him that he had no shoes.

The cold was bearable, but neither the Zhongqin Marquis's Mansion nor Han Zhou himself could afford to parade barefoot in the streets.

Helpless, Han Zhou had to step back on one foot and find another stool to sit on.

Xun Zhan, who had already run for some distance, saw that Han Zhou had not caught up with him, so he turned back and stuck his head out from the door frame.

"By the way, your father will bring you shoes, but I don't know whether he will beat you with the shoes or let you wear them."

He held the cup in his hand and smashed it hard at Xun Zhan.

It didn't hit.

You have to pay an extra cup.

There were only two people left in the room. Xia Che's gentle face smiled naively: "You know, I don't have any money either."

"Yes, I know."

Han Zhou, you are really unlucky today.

Shen Jinmo lifted Xie Nanxing onto the carriage. Although his expression was not as cold as when he looked at Xun Zhan, it was visibly not looking good.

Watching his heart and his eyes, Mo Ping drove the carriage even more steadily, fearing that the anger would suddenly harm him.

"Mo Ping, tell the people below that if Xie Nanxing is on the carriage, don't take this road in the future."

Regardless of whether Shen Jinmo accompanies Xie Nanxing or not, Xie Nanxing cannot come to this street.

"Humph." With a sneer, "A Ping, I'm not in this car anymore. You are not allowed to take the prince on this road."

It's as if everyone has double standards.

Mo Ping poked his head in from the front room, his eyes filled with confusion, which slowly turned into a smile of understanding.

The Marquis and the Princess looked like this when they were angry.

Mo Ping has plenty of experience with this kind of situation.

As long as you keep quiet, the two masters will solve the problem themselves.

Shen Jinmo pondered over Xie Nanxing's words for a while, and asked in a neither light nor heavy tone, "Master Xie, are you going to control this prince?"

"Can't I take care of it?" After saying this, Xie Nanxing felt his scalp go numb and he suddenly felt a little guilty.

You shouldn't say that.

It was as if he wanted to be Shen Jinmo's something.

"Okay." Shen Jinmo responded very solemnly, and all his dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant: "When you feel better, you can decide my money and people."

"Haha." After a moment of silence, Xie Nanxing laughed dryly: "A Ping is here, it's not my turn to worry about this kind of thing."

When Mo Ping heard this, he immediately leaned out half of his body and begged for mercy: "Young Master, can you please spare me?"

When Xie Nanxing saw Mo Ping's tearful eyes, she realized that the things Shen Jinmo said seemed to be beyond the ability of a butler.

After two more dry laughs, Xie Nanxing stiffly changed the subject: "Shen Jinmo, do you feel that I am actually a little short?"

Shen Jinmo also felt that the atmosphere in the carriage was somewhat ambiguous, so he continued along with Xie Nanxing's words: "You are still young, don't worry."

"Han Zhou is younger than me and taller than me." Xie Nanxing clearly warned Shen Jinmo not to lie to him, he was not blind.

"When my body is well, I will be able to grow taller." Shen Jinmo raised his hand to a certain height: "This height is just right."

Xie Nanxing thought about the height and thought it was good: "Why can it only reach your ears?"

When Shen Jinmo was asked this question, redness spread from his neck to his earlobes.

With that height, it is most suitable to hug the waist first, then lower the head, and finally...

I think it's because I've read too many storybooks, which makes me tend to have all kinds of random thoughts.

Shen Jinmo's reaction was indeed abnormal. In Xie Nanxing's eyes, it seemed to be telling him clearly that Shen Jinmo's feelings towards him were a little biased.

How could Shen Jinmo, such a proud son of a famous family, have any interest in a sickly boy like him?

So, it’s definitely an illusion!

……

The incident between Xia Che, Han Zhou and Xun Zhan, who had been fighting in Qin Chu Tower for three consecutive days during the Spring Festival, came to Xia Hong's attention on the tenth day of the first lunar month.

Looking at the three people kneeling in front of the hall, Xia Hong's anger was quite real at this moment.

"Take them away, give each of them five smacks first, and then bring them back to report."

Xia Hong was afraid that the guards would not use enough strength, so he set his sights on Eunuch Lin and said, "Go and keep an eye on me. If anyone dares to show mercy, I will beat him myself."

When Han Zhou heard that he was going to be beaten again, his mind raced: "Your Majesty, can I make amends for my crime?"

Originally, getting these five beatings was not a big deal, but the beating he received from his father and sister was very severe, so severe that even after two days, the blood that was coming out was still fresh.