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

After a moment of contemplation, he spoke with a sincere heart: "Your Majesty, Xie Nanxing is my savior, and I don't want to humiliate him by being his concubine."

He would rather not marry, would rather push her away, would rather be an unknown confidant for the rest of his life, Shen Jinmo would never let Xie Nanxing be his concubine.

"You want to marry him as your male wife?"

This was a love that Xia Hongdu had never anticipated.

Not to mention the Great Xia Dynasty, even in the previous dynasties, only the lower-class families had male wives.

No, the founding emperor of the previous dynasty married a male queen, who was a general who accompanied him in conquering the country.

"Xie Nanxing is not in good health either. I don't want to scare him so early."

Shen Jinmo did not deny it. In Xia Hong's mind, it was true: "You are really caring."

He personally helped Shen Jinmo up, and that was the end of the topic.

"I have prepared a mansion for you. I hope that at the end of this year, I can congratulate Xiao Mo on his new home."

"I will not let the emperor down."

Xia Hong only gave Shen Jinmo less than a year to clear all obstacles to his submission.

With a relaxed smile on his lips, Xia Hong was already tired of being constrained by the achievements of his predecessors. He wanted to start a new era of his own in his lifetime.

His merits and virtues should be ranked before those of Xia Qi.

"Only when Nanxing is well again can you work for me with peace of mind."

"I only have two seven-petal double lotus flowers. I gave one to Nanxing before. I will ask Eunuch Lin to send the other one to you later."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." He bowed and saluted, but did not kneel again: "When Xie Nanxing is well again, I will come to ask for grace from Your Majesty in person."

"Xiao Mo, you are a smart person. I know your ability and I believe you will always make the right choice."

It would be difficult for Shen Jinmo to choose between family affection and power.

But what if Shen Jinmo’s life is also involved?

It was a dark and windy night. There were no stars or moon in the sky. The lantern in Shen Jinmo's hand was blown out by the wind. He lost his direction for a moment, could not see the road ahead, and could not find his way home.

The corners of his mouth raised a determined arc in the dark night, and the sharpness flashing in his eyes was even stronger than before.

It was a dark night without any light, so Shen Jinmo covered himself in wildfire and set the sky on fire.

The moonlight instantly penetrated the clouds and poured into the Imperial Hospital. Shen Jinmo leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the newly delivered seven-petaled lotus.

The eyes that originally showed sharpness began to become empty.

One antidote can last for three months. Xia Hong holds the key to someone's life in his hand. Both Shen Jinmo and Xia Hong feel relieved.

For Shen Jinmo, this was a good thing, but it was just a good thing that had been expected long ago and was not enough to make Shen Jinmo upset.

But the fact that Xie Nanxing was angry once again tortured Shen Jinmo.

Thinking back to those words I said in the Golden Palace not long ago, how could I have been so firm if they had not come from my heart?

Shen Jinmo began to wonder if he was getting too immersed in the role.

But a play is just a play after all. If you get too involved in it, it will never become real.

What's more, Xie Nanxing avoided the idea of ​​spending the rest of her life with a man like the plague.

Shen Jinmo felt that there were some things that Xie Nanxing didn't need to know, so as not to pollute his ears.

The sun rose in the east, and Shen Jinmo's eyes were as wide as they were before he fell asleep last night.

He did not sleep well that night.

He lifted the quilt, stood up, packed his luggage, sat down at the desk again, and began to finish writing the unfinished big characters.

As the sun gradually rose higher, Shen Jinmo, holding a thick stack of calligraphy copies in his hand and carrying a bag on his back, left the Imperial Hospital where he had lived for a long time.

The classes at the palace academy had not yet ended, but Shen Jinmo was already standing at the gate waiting.

After a while, a noisy conversation reached his ears, and Shen Jinmo tightened his grip on the copybook.

He hadn't seen Xie Nanxing for several days. When he saw him again, he wondered if Xie Nanxing was still angry with him?

I don’t know whether Xie Nanxing is willing to accept this apology today?

Xia Cheng was surrounded and walked out of the palace academy. When he saw Shen Jinmo, he paused for a moment, then smiled friendly: "Xiao Mo, how come you have time to come to this academy today?"

"Greetings, Eighth Prince. I'm here to pick up Xie Nanxing from school."

“Hahaha.” A laugh came from Zhong Luan’s mouth: “This prince has also seen the world. This is the first time in my life that I heard that a fifteen-year-old needs someone to pick him up after school.”

"Xie Nanxing is just not feeling well, he's not a kid who doesn't know the way."

There were others behind him who joined Zhong Luan in making a fuss. Those who could enter this palace school had to have prominent family backgrounds. They were not afraid of Shen Jinmo's identity.

Without even raising his eyelids, Shen Jinmo stood at the gate of the palace school, even more immovable than the two stone lions.

Xia Cheng glanced at Zhong Luan with a warning, and the laughter and hostile probing sounds all stopped.

"Xiao Mo taught well, and Xie Nanxing has now become a role model for us in academics."

"Your Highness the Eighth Prince is too kind." Not too far, not too close, and not forming cliques for personal gain, Shen Jinmo can only belong to Xia Hong.

"Then wait for me, Xiao Mo. I'm leaving first. I'll have a drink with you again when there's a chance."

Xia Ling wanted to win over Shen Jinmo, and as a younger brother, Xia Cheng had the opportunity to extend an olive branch, which was also a gesture of goodwill to Xia Ling.

Of course, as they are both dragon veins, Xia Cheng took the initiative to win over Shen Jinmo, and he also had his own selfish motives.

Who wouldn’t be tempted when he’s at the top of the crowd?

Shen Jinmo waited at the gate of the palace school for nearly a cup of tea, and saw Xia Yu walking towards the gate.

Although we have never met before, it feels like an old friend returning.

The two looked up and looked at each other calmly.

Shen Jinmo was the first to bow his head and slightly cupped his hands: "Your servant Shen Jinmo pays respects to the Ninth Prince."

Xia Yu waved his hand casually, and said dignifiedly: "No thanks, Xie Nanxing is teaching Han Zhou his lessons, you probably have to wait a little longer."

"Thank you for telling me, Your Highness." Shen Jinmo was upset when he heard Han Zhou's name: "Does Xie Nanxing often teach Han Zhou his homework?"

This question was inappropriate. First, Xia Yu and Shen Jinmo were not familiar with each other. Second, as long as Xia Hong did not instruct Shen Jinmo to treat Xia Yu differently, Shen Jinmo would not greet him.

"It's been like this every day these days."

Xia Yu thought of Xie Nanxing's recent abnormality, then looked at the possessiveness of the person in front of him, smiled silently, and turned away.

After seeing Xia Yu off, Shen Jinmo went straight into the main gate of the palace academy. Although it was against the rules, the guards at the gate did not try to stop him.

Standing at the door of the classroom, looking at the two heads gathered together, Shen Jinmo knocked on the door frame with some force.

The noise was so loud that Xie Nanxing was startled.

"Xie Nanxing, go home."

Looking up at Shen Jinmo who was standing at the door with a stern face, Xie Nanxing's smile suddenly brightened.

From the depths of winter to the warmth of spring, Shen Jinmo has lived in this palace for too long.

Walking up to Shen Jinmo in two steps, Xie Nanxing asked with a smile, "Shen Jinmo, is the poison cured?"

"I'll tell you everything when I get home."

You have to cast the hook to hook Xie Nanxing back home immediately.

Seeing Shen Jinmo's bossy look, Xie Nanxing didn't want to be too happy.

"You can go back." Qingqing said calmly and sat down next to Han Zhou again: "I have to teach Han Zhou his lessons, it's not convenient to leave the palace."

Han Zhou raised his head and looked at Shen Jinmo secretly.

To be honest, it won't have much impact if I fall behind in studies for a few days.

But if Shen Jinmo attacked him, he might have to lie in bed for many months.

Bumping into Han Zhou's eyes with anger, Shen Jinmo asked in a deep voice: "Prince Han, do you want your father to pick you up from the palace?"

"Hey, no, no."

After putting all the books into his bag, Han Zhou bowed to Shen Jinmo repeatedly, "I'm sorry for the offense. It's all my fault. You can beat me, but don't blame my father."

"Also, you can't look for my sister either."

The classroom was empty, Shen Jinmo raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xie Nanxing, are you going home now?"