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

Daxia Palace

During the break, Xie Nanxing secretly took out the notebook he had tucked between the history books and started flipping through it. As he read, his ears turned red, and he began to smile foolishly.

Over the past few days, with Xie Nanxing's hard work day and night, he has finished reading a drawer of scripture books.

These storybooks are truly fascinating, and the writing style and descriptions are much bolder than those of later generations.

The more he read, the more addicted he became. Xie Nanxing now began to worry about what he would do if he finished reading all the books.

Han Zhou, who was sitting behind Xie Nanxing, leaned over and read a few lines of text. His eyes widened and he paused for a long moment before speaking in a low voice.

"Xie Nanxing, look at these, your son..."

Xie Nanxing turned around in panic and covered Han Zhou's mouth.

As the noise of fighting arose, everyone's eyes began to focus on the two of them.

The two men are of similar age. Han Zhou, who has always kept company with no one, has become close to Xie Nanxing for the first time in his life. His current actions are even closer to Xie Nanxing, which makes it hard for these dirty-minded sons of nobles not to think too much.

This man is not a woman, so there is no innocence to speak of. If they find it fun, it is not uncommon for them to give each other male favorites.

Zhong Luan became suspicious after seeing this. He took a few steps and snatched the book that Xie Nanxing had placed on the desk and read it from beginning to end.

"Zhong Luan, you're going too far!"

His voice was quite loud, but he lacked confidence, and his eyes rolled around, revealing his guilty conscience.

Xie Nanxing was extremely ashamed at the moment. He even felt that whether he could stand up straight in the future depended on Zhong Luan's opinion.

Zhong Luan lowered his head in doubt, and all his attention was deprived by Xie Nanxing's eyes, which were slightly pleading.

After two dry coughs, Zhong Luan regained his senses: "Shen Jinmo doesn't allow you to read history books?"

Seeing that Xie Nanxing did not respond, Zhong Luan revealed his intention: "Why don't you leave him and follow me?"

He fiercely snatched back his book and held it tightly with both hands: "Don't think that everyone else is dirty just because you are dirty."

After saying this, Xie Nanxing's confidence unconsciously faded a little.

Shen Jinmo definitely has other thoughts about him.

But Shen Jinmo is different from these people. As for exactly what is different, Xie Nanxing can’t figure it out.

It's different anyway.

Zhong Luan was so angry at Xie Nanxing's words that he smiled slightly and returned to his seat.

The teacher stood on the podium and the attention from all around faded. Xie Nanxing flipped through the book several times but couldn't find his own notebook.

Zhong Luan definitely did not take his notebook away.

But where is his huge storybook?

Could it be that he didn't actually bring it with him?

She turned around secretly and chatted with Han Zhou: "Han Zhou, you did see my book just now, right?"

"Yes." Han Zhou nodded slightly, looked up and down at Xie Nanxing's small body, and comforted him in a low voice.

"The scale is really huge. Have you and Master Mo studied it to this extent?"

There was no response to Han Zhou's words. These words, which would have made Xie Nanxing jump up and down in the past, no longer aroused any reaction from Xie Nanxing.

After turning the desk upside down, Xie Nanxing still couldn't find his book.

"But why can't I find it?"

Muttering to himself, Xie Nanxing felt a little depressed.

He couldn't decide for a moment which of these made him more uncomfortable: not being able to see the ending of the storybook, or being discovered by his classmates with something unpresentable in class.

Probably the former.

There were only a few people in the class, and the teacher would notice any small talk or actions at a glance: "Xie Nanxing, can you answer this question?"

Xie Nanxing stood up from his seat, his eyes wide open with clear confusion.

The fair and strict teacher did not forgive Xie Nanxing's behavior because of his face. Instead, he frowned even more tightly.

A piece of paper was slipped under the table. Xie Nanxing secretly bent down to take it and read it, and only then did he escape this disaster.

Sitting down at the table, Xie Nanxing raised his body slightly and whispered to Xia Yu, "Thank you, Ninth Prince."

Xia Yu shook his head slightly.

He felt it was what he should do.

The teacher walked down from the podium and dropped the ruler on Xie Nanxing's desk, showing dissatisfaction with this usually obedient student: "Xie Nanxing, you can't do whatever you want in class just because you are good at academics."

Xie Nanxing quickly stood up and bowed to the teacher to apologize: "Teacher, I know I was wrong."

The teacher in front of him was more demanding than other teachers and he loved to invite parents to class. Except for the two princes, all the other students in the class had their parents invited to class.

Those storybooks are harmful, so Xie Nanxing decided not to read them anymore.

I just wonder if Shen Jinmo will notice that the notebook he wrote the annotations in is lost.

Probably not...

There are two drawers of storybooks, so if one is missing it’s not a big deal.

If he finds out, Xie Nanxing will bite back and say that Shen Jinmo has bad intentions towards him! !

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The last ray of light in the sky faded away, and the surroundings were filled with thick darkness. Xun Zhan crawled into Xianyun Pavilion through the dog hole with a bulging bag of food.

As soon as he stood firm, he saw a group of bright lights coming towards Xianyun Pavilion in the distance, and Xun Zhan was so scared that he immediately lay down deep in the grass to hide for his life.

Xianyun Pavilion was surrounded by guards, and Xun Zhan, lying in the grass, didn't dare to make any noise.

There are a lot of mosquitoes in summer. Xun Zhan is more afraid of snakes than mosquitoes.

If he gets bitten, his life might be over today.

But compared to the execution of the entire clan after being discovered, being bitten by a few snakes is not that scary.

Especially if these mosquitoes bite him, maybe there will be fewer bites to Xia Yu, so it can't be all bad.

Looking at Xia Hong standing at the entrance of Xianyun Pavilion through the gaps in the grass, Xun Zhan had some not-so-good thoughts in his mind.

Xia Hong had never been so grand when he came to Xianyun Pavilion in the past. Most of the time he came alone, and at most he would bring an eunuch Lin to help with lighting.

Through the open door, Xia Hong looked inside calmly.

There was only one candle burning in the hall. Zhong Yuanyuan was mending Xia Yu's torn clothes in the dim light of the candle. Her brows were gentle, and she exuded a sense of tranquility and peace.

Xia Yu sat at the desk practicing calligraphy. After writing a few words, he would secretly push the candle a little bit more towards Zhong Yuanyuan.

Sewing clothes is more tiring for the eyes than writing big characters. Xia Yu only has this one set of riding clothes. If he doesn't finish sewing it tonight, he will have nothing to wear for tomorrow's horse riding class.

The Xianyun Palace in front of us is not as gorgeous and dazzling as other palaces, but it has a bit more of the luxury and tranquility of being in the fields.

Xia Hong's tense brows relaxed a little. He raised his hand slightly, stopped all the palace maids and eunuchs from following him, and walked into the house alone with a lantern.

She pushed the candle towards Xia Yu and placed the brighter lantern next to Zhong Yuanyuan so that it would be easier for her to continue mending clothes.

Xia Yu looked up, then knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you, Father. May you be well and safe."