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

Xie Nanxing was brought to the Imperial Hospital by the young eunuch who brought him there yesterday, and soon they arrived at the hospital.

Shen Jinmo was lying on the couch in his underwear, his face still pale, and it was obvious that he had not yet recovered from his illness.

"Your Highness is so high-spirited that he has already called in sick on his first day on duty."

Xie Nanxing put down the package, found a stool and sat down, panting slightly: "Today, the teacher asked me to buy a guqin. His Highness the Crown Prince cannot go to work now, and I don't know where I can borrow some money from?"

Xie Nanxing's hidden anger was half suppressed, and Shen Jinmo felt that this sickly boy looked very handsome when he was angry.

"Then this prince's sin is great. He can't even take care of a sickly child."

Shen Jinmo was joking and coaxing, "Don't worry about the money. Even if I have to sell myself, I will raise enough money for Master Xie to buy the guqin."

Xie Nanxing frowned and looked at Shen Jinmo with even more dissatisfaction: "Where did you learn these words from?"

Selling one's body for money would never happen to Shen Jinmo.

With Shen Jinmo's experience, it is absolutely impossible for him to say such a thing.

Seeing that Shen Jinmo didn't answer, Xie Nanxing asked with a tone of outright anger: "You didn't let me go to Qin Chu Tower, so you went there with someone else?"

"You're not at home every day, so where do you go?"

Question after question, Shen Jinmo really couldn't find a suitable reason for a moment. After all, the reason he learned from the storybook was not presentable.

Shen Jinmo could only change the subject awkwardly: "The money is in Mo Ping's hands, let him choose for you directly, he also knows how to play the guqin."

"Yeah." Xie Nanxing responded indifferently, and he was even more unhappy than when he entered the door.

The small dining table was moved to the couch, and a meal for two was placed on it.

Xie Nanxing opened the package, found a robe and handed it to Shen Jinmo.

"Put it on first. The poison hasn't been eliminated yet, and your body has been tormented into this state. It will be even more troublesome if you catch a cold again."

He bowed to Xie Nanxing to thank her, and then obediently put on his robe: "It's okay, Doctor Shu said that he will be back to normal in two days."

Shen Jinmo was trying to please Xie Nanxing. He hoped that Xie Nanxing would not stay angry for too long, otherwise it would easily harm her health.

The two finished their lunch amid the clash of bowls and plates. Xie Nanxing looked at Shen Jinmo's hands, which were a little soft as he held the chopsticks, and knew that his physical condition after the poisoning was far from as mild as Shen Jinmo said.

Since the two of them are already on the same page, they need to be honest: "I think you were unconscious yesterday and didn't hear what I said."

"Then please say it again, Mr. Xie." Shen Jinmo picked up the teapot beside him and poured a cup of hot tea for Xie Nanxing.

"I saved your life. From now on, I will have half the say over your life and death."

He drank half a sip of tea and suppressed the urge to cough: "Do you admit it or not?"

"Of course I have to admit it." He answered firmly without thinking. Shen Jinmo felt that Xie Nanxing, who was scolding people harshly, was also very pretty.

The silence fermented, and Xie Nanxing's ears felt a little hot from being stared at by Shen Jinmo: "It's easy to dodge an open spear, but it's hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. I hope you can work hard to protect yourself."

Even if Xie Nanxing couldn't share Shen Jinmo's pain, Xie Nanxing also wanted to know in advance whether Shen Jinmo could escape danger.

"You could possibly do it?"

"Not anymore."

Between the question and the answer, both of them felt a little itchy in their hearts, but at the same time chose to keep it secret.

"Yeah." Xie Nanxing responded, trying to dispel the numbness in his heart: "I treat you as a brother, that's why I care about you so much, don't think too much."

"Even if I get hurt in the future, I must ask Master Xie for permission in advance." Shen Jinmo swallowed the medicine brought by the eunuch and began to talk nonsense: "If Master Xie doesn't agree, this prince will never dare to get hurt."

"Are you trying to trick me again? How could anyone know in advance that they're going to get hurt?"

Xie Nanxing knew that taking medicine was not pleasant, so he took out a bag of candied fruit from the package: "Eat a few after you finish taking the medicine. I asked Doctor Cheng, and he said it won't affect the properties of the medicine."

He took out a piece of candied fruit from the oil paper and put it in his mouth. Shen Jinmo never liked sweets, but the candied fruit in his mouth seemed to taste better than he remembered.

"Xie Nanxing, how was your study today?"

"I met the Grand Tutor and was severely mocked by a group of important people for my writing. From today on, I need to write fifty characters every day and send them to the Grand Tutor's residence."

"How ugly?"

Shen Jinmo had never seen Xie Nanxing's handwriting before, and he felt unhappy that so many people had seen Xie Nanxing's handwriting before him.

"Is this the point?" His voice rose a little, with grievance: "Shouldn't you sympathize with me?"

Shen Jinmo was obviously more interested in the words: "How ugly is it? Describe it to me."

"Those written by dogs and chickens are better than mine." Xie Nanxing thought for a moment and added a few more words: "It's just that the ink of the brush is not obedient, and it smudges all the time."

"It's OK if the strokes are simple, but I can't handle the ones with complex strokes at all."

Shen Jinmo could actually sketch out those words in his mind, and the corners of his lips immediately curled up.

"Xie Nanxing, your handwriting reflects your personality. You have to write a style that matches your appearance and character."

Xie Nanxing would not accept this. If his handwriting was to be as good as his appearance, Xie Nanxing could not do it even if he worked himself to death.

"I am a plain-looking person, but this calligraphy is just right for me."

Shen Jinmo looked at Xie Nanxing's face seriously for a while, until the blush crept up again on Xie Nanxing's cheeks and his heart beat like a drum, then he withdrew his gaze.

A slight dry cough dissipated the beauty in the room, and Shen Jinmo didn't dare to do anything more ambiguous.

The main reason is that he couldn't bear it himself. His heart was beating at the slightest provocation and it didn't look like he was acting at all.

"Everyone in the capital will envy you for being able to receive personal instruction from Grand Tutor Wu."

"Go back and tell Mo Ping that in the future, have him take you to the Taifu Mansion to deliver these fifty characters."

"The Grand Master is very busy, would it be a bad idea if I disturb him again?"

"Xie Nanxing, where's your cleverness?" Shen Jinmo raised his hand and tapped Xie Nanxing's forehead, but he didn't control his strength well, leaving a red mark.

Xie Nanxing covered his forehead with one hand, and his mind became clearer.

As a common countryman who wanted to gain a foothold in the capital, he naturally had to make his resume look better in order to avoid being bullied.

It is a student's duty to send the teacher off in person. It is luck to be summoned by the Grand Tutor. Even if he cannot, it can show that he respects his teacher.

"But when the Grand Tutor hits someone, it hurts." Xie Nanxing had already made up her mind, and didn't want to leave the palace right now, so she started to talk nonsense: "I feel a little scared when I see the Grand Tutor."

"Xie Nanxing is so plain-looking, so weak, and much shorter than other people." Xie Nanxing was talking nonsense, and Shen Jinmo followed suit. Anyway, neither of them had any intention of talking about business.

Before Shen Jinmo finished speaking, Xie Nanxing pursed his lips and took a few deep breaths. Although he knew that what Shen Jinmo said was not true, he was still unhappy.

"Shen Jinmo, there are some things that I can only say myself, and you can't say them."

"Oh?" The last line of his voice rose, but the promise he made was extremely reluctant: "Since it's your business, then I'll listen to you."

While chatting with Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing forgot what he said before: "Where were we just talking about?"

"Xie Nanxing has been responsible for all the bad things in this world. The Grand Master has always been compassionate to the weak and will definitely not do anything to you."

"You seem to know Master Wu very well?"

Shen Jinmo didn't know how much he understood. "I don't really understand."