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

Xie Nanxing's words flashed through Han Zhou's mind, and Han Zhou's dissatisfaction was directly shown on his face: "Did Shen Jinmo find another man in the Guard Department?"

If this is true, Han Zhou would seek justice for Xie Nanxing even at the cost of his own life.

The moment Xie Nanxing raised her eyes, she saw the anger on Han Zhou's face, and the anxiety in her heart was briefly replaced by the anger generated by this sentence: "Huh? Where did you hear that?"

You are a playboy who falls in love with everyone he meets and you even want to seduce him?

dream!

Seeing Xie Nanxing's confused look, he knew he was overthinking: "Xie Nanxing, that was just a question."

He reached out his hand and touched Xie Nanxing's forehead: "Your brain is not burned out, why are you acting so weird today?"

"Hehe." Xie Nanxing waved Han Zhou's hand away and muttered to ease the embarrassment: "You are the weird one. You can't even speak properly."

Han Zhou: “…”

Mo Ping was standing at the palace gate and saw Han Zhou's outstretched claws from afar. He clenched the horsewhip angrily and wished he could rush into the palace and beat Han Zhou up.

His Young Master hadn't shown up for just one day, and this little brat Han Zhou had already started stealing his Young Master's girls.

It's simply despicable, shameless and despicable.

But Mo Ping really doesn't have the courage to do that.

Although Shen Jinmo is not here today, Mo Ping must defend his master's territory.

As soon as Xie Nanxing and Han Zhou stepped out of the palace gate, Mo Ping took a few big strides to Xie Nanxing's side.

After bowing to Xie Nanxing, he turned to look at Han Zhou, smiling: "Prince Han, how is your martial arts training recently?"

"Every day is better than the last."

"I wonder if you can fight with my prince?"

"Eh..." Han Zhou felt that he was threatened, but he had no evidence.

But Han Zhou was indeed afraid of Shen Jinmo, and he parted ways with Xie Nanxing immediately.

After taking a few steps, he remembered that he should reassure Xie Nanxing: "Xie Nanxing, don't worry, I will tell you as soon as I have any news."

"Okay." After waving goodbye to Han Zhou, Xie Nanxing climbed onto the carriage by himself.

Although it is already August, the sun in Luoan still shows no sign of stopping. Even though Xie Nanxing is afraid of the cold, he still feels annoyed at this time.

Pushing open the window with one hand, Xie Nanxing saw vendors selling mooncakes at a discount along the street. Xie Nanxing suddenly felt very sad, so sad that she wanted to cry.

He had just celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival with Shen Jinmo a few days ago. Thinking of the mooncakes he fed into Shen Jinmo's mouth with his own hands, Xie Nanxing thought at that time that he and Shen Jinmo would always have that warmth and tranquility.

But the reality told Xie Nanxing bluntly: warmth and tranquility are fleeting, and living in uncertainty is their fate.

Sensing the oppression in the carriage, Mo Ping began to find random topics to talk about: "Young Master, this Prince Han seems to be a little calmer than before."

"Really?" Xie Nanxing thought about what Mo Ping said, "I see him every day, but I don't feel anything."

Hearing this answer, Mo Ping felt a little relieved.

After thinking about it, Mo Ping felt that his young master was so handsome, willing to teach Han Zhou, and spoke very gently. Thirteen or fourteen years old was the age when people began to fall in love, so it was normal for Han Zhou to have other thoughts.

What's important is the heart of his young master: "Who do you think is better, the Crown Prince or the Crown Prince Han?"

"Did Shen Jinmo ask you to ask?" Xie Nanxing immediately understood the implication of Mo Ping's words.

This guy has lost himself, and his subordinates are still worried that he will cheat on them...

The point is, Xie Nanxing didn't say that he had that kind of feelings for Shen Jinmo...

How come everyone around him made decisions for him?

What if he doesn't want to?

"No, no, no, I'm just a chatterbox, I'll ask it myself."

Seeing that Mo Ping was feeling guilty, Xie Nanxing suddenly rushed over and asked hurriedly, "Where is Shen Jinmo?"

Mo Ping just opened his lips, his scalp tightened, and he paused for a long time before he dared to speak: "I'm out on business. If you really miss the prince, you can write a letter."

"Don't worry, I will find someone to deliver the letter you wrote to the prince."

Mo Ping felt that he was lying to the child.

He couldn't use the same method as last time every day, but if Mo An didn't help him, Mo Ping still couldn't enter the ancestral hall, let alone pass on letters.

If Xie Nanxing really wrote the letter, Mo Ping would have no choice but to use the same old trick again.

"What's there to think about? I can't live without him." Xie Nanxing responded coldly, a little angry.

"When I get used to being alone, I will save some money and buy myself a house. I will live alone and not have to worry every day."

……

It was late at night, the moon in the sky was dim, and today was the day Sui Yi went to the palace to report on Shen Jinmo's whereabouts.

"Your Majesty, long live the emperor."

"Flat body."

His voice was majestic and powerful. Xia Hong had been busy for quite some time in recent days in order to deal with those who formed cliques with the Eastern Palace.

But when he appeared in front of people, he never showed any signs of fatigue.

The person on the throne is the son of heaven, and the emperor has no right to be weak.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." Sui Yi stood up and bowed his head respectfully: "Xiao Wu died at the hands of Prince Mo."

"Hmm." He responded with no reaction.

The chess piece has played its due value, and life or death is no longer important.

"Prince Mo killed four servants with his own hands yesterday and injured more than a hundred people. Later, because he refused to obey the instructions of the eldest princess, he was imprisoned in the ancestral temple by the eldest princess and Marquis Wu'an."

Loneliness lingered in Sui Yi's heart, and Xia Hong didn't even consider comforting Xiao Wu's family.

Today's Xiao Wu is actually tomorrow's Sui Yi.

The chess piece either keeps winning or it dies.

Or even if you win, you still can't escape death.

Knowing too many shameful secrets of those in higher positions, he had little chance of survival from the beginning.

"How is Pingnan now?"

Xia Hong asked this question with a barely audible sneer. The so-called strict rule and convincing people with reason were nothing in the face of desire.

And everything Xia Xin insisted on has now become a joke.

"The princess summoned the palace doctor several times that day, and has been using medicine continuously over the past two days."

Picking up the new tea handed to me by Eunuch Lin, I felt a little relieved after being depressed for a long time.

This kid Shen Jinmo is much more promising than Xia Ling. If he doesn't make a name for himself, he will make a big splash.

If only four people were killed, it would be a spur-of-the-moment decision.

But more than a hundred people were injured at one time, which meant it was a long-planned and cautious move.

"Xiao Linzi, you will hand the antidote to Xie Nanxing tomorrow."

"The slave obeys the order."

The poison of the infection was about to take effect again. For the first time, Xia Hong did not let Shen Jinmo come to the palace to get the medicine, nor did he let Doctor Shu take the opportunity to get the medicine to check Shen Jinmo's pulse.

Xia Hong's behavior was a reward for Shen Jinmo and also a reminder to Shen Jinmo.

As long as Shen Jinmo is obedient, Xia Hong will give him everything he wants, including the trust that is the most difficult thing for an emperor to give.

"How is Xie Nanxing's health now?"