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

Han Zhou opened the food box and handed the snacks freshly made by the family chef to Xie Nanxing, and then very considerately poured Xie Nanxing a glass of warm water.

He picked up a piece of dessert and ate it in small bites. It didn't seem like he had time to eat after today's event. Xie Nanxing's body couldn't stand being hungry and full, so it would be better for him to eat something in advance.

Han Zhou: "Xie Nanxing, when will your prince come back?"

Xie Nanxing: "He said he would be back in five days. He will definitely be back tomorrow."

Han Zhou: "Does he mean a few days?"

"If he doesn't keep his word, why would he tell me?" Xie Nanxing took it for granted. Shen Jinmo rarely made promises to him, but as long as he said something, it would count.

"Isn't your family like this?"

"That's great." Han Zhou was really envious.

Such promises about the date of return have never been counted in the Zhongqin Marquis' Mansion.

When he was young, his father always said that he would be home in two days, but each time he was away he would be away for at least half a year and at most three to five years, and he would never come home without injuries.

His mother accompanied his father to fight against the Japanese and was captured. When the man in charge of the negotiations arrived in the East Territory, he promised to redeem his mother within a month. However, after a month, all he brought back was his mother's corpse.

Now that it was his sister who went to the battlefield, Han Zhou no longer dared to ask this question.

He always felt that the answer to this question was never satisfactory, and even a little unlucky.

The loneliness emanating from Han Zhou's eyes made Xie Nanxing feel quite depressed. Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing talked a little about the grievances that could not be mentioned.

But people have to walk out of the haze before they can see the light of day.

Handing over a piece of cake, Xie Nanxing changed the subject: "Han Zhou, what kind of career do you want to pursue in the future?"

He bit off the pastry fiercely, like a wolfhound ready to pounce.

"Bloodbath in the East Japan, diplomacy cannot repay my mother's justice, I am here to ask for it myself."

"Drive the Tartars from the northern border a thousand miles away, so that they can no longer disturb our land."

Han Zhou doesn't like Luo An. Everyone is wearing a mask and you can't see their true heart.

"After I'm done with this, I'll take my sister and my father and settle down in the North. I'll raise sheep and ride horses during the day, drink by the campfire at night, and live a normal life for a few days."

Through Han Zhou's still childish words, Xie Nanxing seemed to see the vast and unrestrained northern border.

As his heart gradually opened up, Xie Nanxing began to yearn for it. He wanted to team up with Shen Jinmo and Han Zhou.

But the prerequisite is that Han Zhou must win and Shen Jinmo must also win.

"Did your father agree to hire a teacher for you?"

Han Zhou, who grew up in a family of military generals, was much faster in studying seriously than Xie Nanxing, who changed his career halfway and lacked physical strength.

As the days went by, there was less and less room for Xie Nanxing to help Han Zhou.

Han Zhou can naturally learn on his own, and if he encounters something he doesn't understand, he can also discuss it with Xie Nanxing.

But this is too slow.

Xie Nanxing felt that Han Zhou did not have enough time to cross the river by feeling the stones, and he needed a teacher who could take a bird's-eye view.

"If we win the battle at Hutou Village, my sister will definitely want to capture Dongwo next."

Han Zhou and Han Shu want to do the same thing and have the same aspirations: "In recent years, the navy has been disbanded and has no chance of winning. My father is likely to lose another daughter."

Marquis Zhongqin, who suffered from a leg disease, could not bear to lose another son.

Han Zhou actually understands it all, but he will not give up just because he understands.

Xie Nanxing rested his hands on the window coffin, leaned his head on his hands and looked at Han Zhou who was like a trapped beast in front of him: "Han Zhou, your father and your sister are right."

"Xie Nanxing, I am a man. I will protect my sister, I will protect my father, and I will also seek justice for my mother."

Han Zhou is a man of steel. Even if he doesn't have the opportunity to go to the battlefield, he cannot lose the ability to command thousands of troops.

"Han Zhou, I'm going to the Taifu Mansion to hand in my calligraphy now. I'll see the Taifu two or three times out of ten. How about you go with me next time?"

As for whether it can be successful in the end and whether the tutor is willing to teach, it depends on Han Zhou himself.

"Xie Nanxing, thank you very much."

Apart from thanking him, Han Zhou didn't know what he could do.

Over the years, too many people have told Han Zhou what they want him to do.

But only Xie Nanxing was listening carefully to what Han Zhou wanted to say.

"Xie Nanxing, as compensation, can I pledge my love to you?"

He asked quite seriously, and then changed the subject under Xie Nanxing's smiling gaze: "Forget it, if you stay with me, you will easily become a widower."

"Don't tell Prince Mo, I'm afraid he will beat me to death."

"Han Zhou, fulfill your wish and come back alive."

The splendor of the sky was replaced by blue and white. Xie Nanxing's voice was more refreshing than the cool breeze of late autumn, soothing all the stuffiness and dampness in Han Zhou's heart.

"I will." All the promises Shen Jinmo made to Xie Nanxing count, and Han Zhou will also work hard to fulfill his promise.

The carriage stopped at the Eighth Prince's residence. It was not known whether it was because of Xie Nanxing's great reputation or Han Zhou's high status, but there were actually eunuchs from the palace waiting for their arrival early.

Following the young eunuch into the main gate, time seemed to stand still wherever they passed, and everyone's eyes were on Xie Nanxing standing beside Han Zhou.

When Xie Nanxing walked away, low-pitched discussions began to arise.

"When did this Luo An have such a stunning beauty?"

"Look at his waist. It makes me want to break it."

"I went to Nanfeng Pavilion a few days ago and thought the new waiter there was quite sensible, but after seeing this guy, I realized that his stuff was simply disgusting."

"This man is so closely protected by the Crown Prince Han, could he be the Crown Prince's male favorite?"

"If that's true, it's no problem. When Prince Han gets tired of it, we can have some fun."

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Xie Nanxing did not hear the unbearable words, and the gazes that fell on him along the way also made Xie Nanxing feel uncomfortable.

Xie Nanxing could clearly sense that these people did not treat him as a human being.

After calming down their emotions, the two of them walked into the main hall and bowed to the owner of the mansion.

"Congratulations to the Eighth Prince on his birthday. This is the birthday gift that Xie Nanxing and I prepared for him. Please accept it."

The roads of Luoan, the dignitaries of Luoan, say every day that yellow and white things are vulgar, but there is no one who does not love these yellow and white things.

If they attend the banquet without bringing gifts, Xie Nanxing and Shen Jinmo will become the targets of ridicule by the Luoan dignitaries.

There wasn't much Han Zhou could do to repay Nan Xing, so preparing an extra gift would just be a small token of his appreciation.

But the fact that Xie Nanxing's birthday gift was handed over by Han Zhou also told the nobleman of Luoan very directly that Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing were really poor.

Xia Cheng nodded towards the two of them, and glanced at the two gifts with a smile on his face: "You guys play for a while, the feast will start soon."

"Thank you, Eighth Prince."

The main hall was bustling with a bunch of hot-tempered young men. It was already autumn, but they even put out an ice jar.

Xie Nanxing couldn't stand the cold, so he pulled Han Zhou outside and found a pavilion to sit in.

The evening breeze is gentle, festive lanterns are hung all around, and there seem to be fireworks in the distance, waiting for the time to come before the sky is filled with splendor.

There were actors singing a melodious tune on the pavilion in the middle of the pond, which gave people a sense of pleasure.

Even though Xie Nanxing was dressed quite formally today, he still couldn't hide the curious glances coming from the main hall.