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

Yesterday, Shen Jinmo had some personal matters to attend to and was unable to pick up Xie Nanxing from school. When he saw Shen Jinmo today, Xie Nanxing's unhappiness caused by Xun Zhan completely dissipated, and his heart seemed to be wrapped in layers of cotton wool, feeling extremely comfortable.

He took Xie Nanxing's school bag, but did not hand it to Mo Ping, but put it across his shoulders.

After carrying Xie Nanxing onto the carriage and closing the door, Shen Jinmo's cold face when facing Han Zhou was replaced by gentleness.

"Shen Jinmo, how was your duty today?"

"I listened to you and slept in the Guards Department for most of the day."

"If you want to sleep, don't rely on me."

Seeing that his cross-body bag, which still had some room left, was stretched tight by Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing reached out to Shen Jinmo, intending to take his bag back.

"Give it to me now, don't burst my book bag."

He reached out and patted Xie Nanxing's palm, and said calmly: "It's fine if it breaks. I'll buy you a better one."

Xie Nanxing snorted and laughed: "With your three-day work and two-day rest, how much money can you earn?"

"How much money does it cost to raise you?"

All he needs to do is buy some clothes, drink some bone soup, and take some medicine. Shen Jinmo can afford it.

After rolling his eyes at Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing started talking about business.

"On my first day of school, Xun Zhan asked me to choose the side of the Ninth Prince. Today, he urged me to do so by teaching me to play the piano."

"I said I can't make the decision on this matter. I need your advice."

Even a fool knows that Xun Zhan’s intention is Shen Jinmo, not Xie Nanxing, this sickly person.

"Well, you did the right thing. From now on, you can use me as an excuse for things you don't want to deal with."

"Hmm? Is that what I mean?" Xie Nanxing felt that Shen Jinmo's indulgence was a bit too much: "Shen Jinmo, I'm asking for your advice, can you be more serious?"

Without a moment's thought, Shen Jinmo blurted out what was in his mind: "Xie Nanxing, you can be yourself."

In this slightly hot late spring, Shen Jinmo told Xie Nanxing that he could live for himself.

But as soon as he said this, Shen Jinmo realized how outrageous his words were.

When did they ever have the chance to be themselves?

After Xie Nanxing heard this, his brain went blank and countless doubts flashed through his mind.

For the first time in his life, someone told Xie Nanxing that he could be himself.

What about him?

After a few attempts at acknowledgment, Xie Nanxing still couldn't find the answer: "Shen Jinmo, they want you, at least you first."

The wind blew in through the window, ruffling Xie Nanxing's hair. Shen Jinmo leaned one hand on the window and looked at Xie Nanxing quietly for a long time.

"Then agree to it."

"Shen Jinmo, I just want to do something valuable for you."

Xie Nanxing's expression was unusually serious: "If this matter has no meaning to you, then there is no need for me to do it."

Xie Nanxing had spent his entire life pursuing a stable life. You could say he just lived a day-to-day life or that he had no ambition to make progress, he no longer cared.

But now Xie Nanxing has died twice. Staying alive is important, but watching Shen Jinmo win is more important.

"Xie Nanxing, get well soon."

Xie Nanxing frowned and asked, "Is this the topic we were talking about just now?"

Shifting his gaze, Shen Jinmo looked out the window at the distant sky: "Your health is the most valuable thing for me."

Every word is plain, yet hot.

On this breezy afternoon, Xie Nanxing inexplicably felt that Shen Jinmo was too good-looking, his words were too nice, and he was too nice to him.

It seemed as if a seed was sprouting in Xie Nanxing's heart.

Because of Shen Jinmo.

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Marquis Han met with his friends today and did not go to the military camp, nor was he in his mansion. Xun Lan chose the right time to appear on the road that was necessary for Marquis Zhongqin's mansion to reach the military camp.

He was waiting for Han Shu to appear.

In view of the current situation, Xun Lan knew in his heart that it would not be feasible to ask Xia Hong to arrange the marriage directly.

The only possible way is for Xia Ling and Han Shu to fall in love with each other, for Marquis Han to come to the palace to propose marriage, and for the Queen to add fuel to the fire, then there would be a chance of success.

These days, the prince's eunuchs have come to visit Marquis Han in waves. Although Marquis Han has never neglected them, he has never given them a definite answer.

Xun Lan did not think that Xia Ling needed to gather forces so early given his current status as the eldest son and the legitimate heir. Under such circumstances, Xia Ling would be immediately at a disadvantage if he made any move.

But Xun Lan sensed Xia Ling's uncontrollable restlessness, and even conveyed the idea of ​​taking risks, so Xun Lan had to come here in person.

If this approach doesn't work, Xun Lan will have to find another way and must not let Xia Ling take any shortcuts.

As the horse's hooves stepped on the blue brick floor of Luoan, Xun Lan looked up at the people moving forward, estimated that the distance was appropriate, and simply opened his arms to block the middle of the road.

Han Shu pulled the reins tightly, and the snow-white horse stopped just in front of Xun Lan.

Looking up and looking at Han Shu, Xun Lan hurriedly lowered his head.

The woman sitting on the tall horse had an open and flamboyant figure, which Xun Lan had never seen before in a noble lady in this divine capital.

"Princess, I'm in Xiaxun Lan, can you please have a word with me for a moment?

"Lord Xun." Han Shu sat on the horse, holding the whip and bowing to Xun Lan. Her voice was much louder than that of an ordinary woman, and revealed a sense of determination.

"You only live once, so don't take risks like this in the future."

Without any intention of starting a conversation, Han Shu pointed to the side and saw that Xun Lan did not make way. He rode his horse back a few steps and galloped towards Xun Lan again.

The horse's hooves leaped high, and the thousand-mile horse passed directly over Xun Lan's head and galloped towards the direction of Marquis Zhongqin's mansion.

The fear of dying lingered in Xun Lan's heart. He slowly turned around and saw the departing figure with flying black hair and fluttering purple robe, which showed an extreme sense of conflict with the dull palace.

After coming back to his senses for a long time, Xun Lan walked forward with slightly weak steps.

For a man like him who plans for the future, for the first time in his life, he felt confused because he had never met Han Shu and was planning his life.

But for women in this life, getting married, having children and managing the household have become the rules and regulations.

Han Shu was just a woman, no matter how strong and resolute she was, she could not go against this principle.

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"Your Majesty, long live the emperor."

As soon as Wu Cixiu knelt down, Xia Hong personally stepped down from the dragon chair and helped him up: "Taifu is old, and I have already said that you don't need to kneel even if you see me."

"I thank the emperor for his great grace. Etiquette cannot be abolished."

"You." Shaking his head with a smile, Xia Hong also understood Wu Cixiu's intention of coming this time: "It will be May again in a blink of an eye. Are you going to Zhongqing Mountain to see your old friend again, Master?"

She smiled slowly and nodded, and when she mentioned her old friend, her whole body became soft.

Only that old friend in this world would feel that he was weak and want to protect him: "This old minister only has this old friend. If I don't go to his birthday, he will blame me in the underworld."

The court now values ​​civil officials over military officials. Wu Cixiu is a living ancestor to all the civil and military officials in the court. Xia Hong treats Wu Cixiu with great courtesy.

"Grandmaster, you have made great contributions to the Great Xia Dynasty. I will agree to this matter. If you want to go to Zhongqing Mountain again in the future, you don't have to go to the palace specially. Just have someone pass a memorial in."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. I have another matter to attend to in the palace today. Please make your decision."

Wu Cixiu took out a piece of letter from his bosom and handed it to Eunuch Lin.

Xia Hong spread out the letter: "What do you mean, Master?"