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

Putting down the brush in his hand and standing up, Wu Cixiu was stunned for a moment as he looked at Xie Nanxing, who was kneeling on the ground and shaking like a sieve.

Why is this kid so afraid of me? He didn’t even get punished with the ruler that day.

Sighing silently, Wu Cixiu moved to Xie Nanxing's side and lifted him up.

This mention made Xie Nanxing feel more familiar.

This familiarity gave Xie Nanxing a little more courage, and he looked up at Wu Cixiu with a smile.

After thinking about it, I felt that I should say something nice to please the Master: "Master, you have great strength."

"Hahaha." He laughed heartily, and his sharp eyes scanned Xie Nanxing up and down: "Nanxing seems to be a little taller."

"Master, it has grown so much." Xie Nanxing used his fingers to indicate a distance, revealing a bit of pride: "Shen Jinmo said it will continue to grow."

"It seems that the rumors are true. Mo'er is really good at taking care of people."

Man Luoan knew that Shen Jinmo was raising Xie Nanxing like a child.

He had to pick her up from school, pick her up when she came to his house to deliver calligraphy, and even buy her clothes, shoes and socks, and he had to personally review them.

It was as if Xie Nanxing would be treated unfairly if he didn't personally check her out. Even the noble families in Luoan didn't take such good care of their daughters.

Xie Nanxing smiled and nodded. He was indeed well taken care of by Shen Jinmo.

"Master, this is my student's calligraphy today. Please give me your guidance."

He sat down in front of the window, took the calligraphy that Xie Nanxing was practicing, and reassured Xie Nanxing: "Your calligraphy is improving every day, so I won't criticize your calligraphy today."

Wu Cixiu pointed to the seat opposite him, then personally took out a new porcelain cup, poured a cup of tea, and placed it on the seat opposite.

"Thank you, Master."

Xie Nanxing sat down opposite Wu Cixiu, sipping tea from a porcelain cup, waiting for the tutor to explain the reason.

"This year, May 24th is Mo'er's 20th birthday. Coming of age is a big event and should be celebrated in a big way. But in the current situation, there is definitely no one who can handle it for him."

"Your Majesty wants to use Mo'er, and I have to maintain boundaries, but I have only accepted this one disciple in my life, so I have to pay more attention to him than others."

After Wu Cixiu finished these two sentences, he picked up the teacup and cast a calm gaze on Xie Nanxing, examining him with great caution.

Seeing that Xie Nanxing did not seem confused when listening to these things and thinking about the rumors about the two of them in Luo An, Wu Cixiu knew in his heart what they meant to each other.

Shen Jinmo treats Xie Nanxing as his own, and Wu Cixiu will not treat Xie Nanxing as an outsider.

"Tomorrow I am going to visit an old friend, and it will be June when I return."

He stood up and walked to the desk, took out the courtesy name he had prepared long ago from the drawer, and handed it to Xie Nanxing: "This is the courtesy name I gave to Mo'er. Please pass it on to me, Nanxing."

Xie Nanxing took the rice paper respectfully, but did not immediately uncover it: "Excuse me, Master, does the Emperor know about this?"

Xia Hong must know and approve of everything related to Shen Jinmo.

If Xia Hong didn't know, this action might not be a good thing for either Wu Cixiu or Shen Jinmo.

"I have already reported this to the Emperor when I went to the palace yesterday." Wu Cixiu did not feel offended by Xie Nanxing's words. Instead, he felt a little more at ease.

Xie Nanxing stayed by Shen Jinmo's side despite his weak body, and he had to be cautious in everything he did so that he would not be in a passive position all the time.

"Master, you have been thoughtful. It is the student who has overstepped his bounds." Xie Nanxing apologized with a smile and spread the rice paper flat in his hands: "Master, what do you mean by 'forget the balance'?"

His expression became more solemn: "These two words have two meanings."

"When dealing with others, do not forget your own heart. When dealing with others, judge them by your own standards. This is the first level."

This important meaning was meant for Xia Hong and all the powerful people in Luoan, but it was not about the attitude of Master Wu Cixiu towards what Shen Jinmo did.

If he was a pedantic and inflexible person, he would not have been able to remain safe and sound under Xia Hong for so many years.

"May I ask, Master, what is the meaning of this second meaning?"

"I will never regret what I have done even if I die nine times. With the power of one person, the world can be balanced. Rules can be changed, norms can be broken, and all paths can be taken."

His scalp suddenly tightened and Xie Nanxing broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

Xie Nanxing never asked Shen Jinmo what he would do in the future, and for his safety, Shen Jinmo did not say a word.

I will never regret what I have done even if I die nine times

Xie Nanxing felt that the Grand Tutor not only knew the path Shen Jinmo was going to take, but was also willing to help Shen Jinmo embark on that path that went against the will of heaven, regardless of the consequences and without leaving any room for maneuver.

After a long while, Xie Nanxing asked in a trembling voice: "You know everything?"

Wu Cixiu smiled faintly and said nothing. He personally escorted Xie Nanxing out of the room and reminded him loudly: "Nanxing, before I return to Luoan, you can keep this calligraphy first, and return it to me when I come back."

"I obey your command. Thank you for your guidance, Master." Looking back in a daze, Xie Nanxing bowed to Wu Cixiu, his voice even choked with sobs.

Walking along the bluestone path towards the door, Xie Nanxing was in a trance.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard, and for the first time, Xie Nanxing's attention was not distracted by Shen Jinmo who was coming towards him.

He stepped on the bicycle seat without thinking, but one foot missed the target and he fell backwards.

There was no pain, and Xie Nanxing fell into a safe and warm embrace. The moment he raised his head and looked at Shen Jinmo, his eyes were filled with panic.

Mo Ping was so frightened by this unexpected event that he fell to his knees.

Seeing that Shen Jinmo had already turned over and got off the horse, he thought that Xie Nanxing would wait for Shen Jinmo to lift him up, so he did not dare to reach out to support Xie Nanxing.

Shen Jinmo hugged the person in his arms a little tighter, kicked the stool beside the carriage heavily, and warned: "Make two new stools, make them wider and more solid."

"The slave obeys the order."

He held Xie Nanxing around the waist and got into the carriage. He looked at Xie Nanxing's slightly red eyes and thought she looked very pretty.

Its delicate and fragile appearance is very much like the peach blossoms that were knocked down by the spring rain a few days ago.

He took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the water stains from the corners of Xie Nanxing's eyes: "The master said your handwriting is ugly, and it made you cry?"

Xie Nanxing shook his head and pointed at his eye sockets and said, "This is because of the shock just now."

Seeing that Xie Nanxing had regained his senses, Shen Jinmo continued to ask, "How come you were distracted even when getting on a carriage?"

Xie Nanxing took out the rice paper in front of his chest, stood up with the help of the coffee table, and handed the rice paper to Shen Jinmo quite solemnly.

"The Grand Tutor said that he will not be in Luo'an on your birthday in May, so I will pass on the courtesy name. And the courtesy name has already been approved by the Emperor."

Slowly spreading out the jade-white gold-sprinkled rice paper, his fingertips lightly touched each stroke, and the love and care that this incorruptible man had for Shen Jinmo was evident on the paper.

His brows went from being relaxed to being frowned, and then began to return to being relaxed and at peace.

Slowly folding the rice paper and putting it neatly in his arms, Shen Jinmo turned his head to look at the prosperous Luoan City outside the carriage.

The tutor understood him.

Shen Jinmo also understands the master.

The double interpretation that Xie Nanxing wanted to express was suppressed by Shen Jinmo's sinking aura.

The Taifu's explanation was specifically for Xie Nanxing to hear.

He was implicitly telling Xie Nanxing what kind of person could accompany Shen Jinmo on this path.

Gods belong to power, not to ordinary people.