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

Glancing at Shen Jinmo's cold face from the corner of his eye, Tian Ding immediately understood why Shen Jinmo was cold.

There's no one in this bed to keep it warm, so it's strange that it can get warm.

"I put a lot of effort into this booklet. There is nothing fancy about it. It is full of practical and useful tips."

Although his heart was filled with sympathy, Tian Ding's words were full of boasting: "In this whole Luoan City, only I can get you such a good thing."

Thinking of the pictures in the booklet and Xie Nanxing's appearance, Shen Jinmo's fair cheeks flushed slightly.

He had dreamed of the picture he had just seen.

Pretending to be calm, Shen Jinmo coldly rebuked: "Tian Ding, why are you so filthy?"

Although Tian Ding had almost no practical experience, his theoretical knowledge skyrocketed as he gave Shen Jinmo the time to look for the book.

For example, now, he can still advise Shen Jinmo as a person who has experienced it: "My brother Wang Heng, you can't be afraid of seeing a doctor. If you learn this skill well and your sister-in-law is happy, then won't you be the one who enjoys the happiness in the end?"

Shen Jinmo thought for a moment, then wrapped the book in a handkerchief and placed it on the window coffin to blow.

He felt that what Tian Ding said might make sense.

After finishing the booklet, the redness on Shen Jinmo's face faded, and he began to order them to leave: "If there is nothing else, you can leave."

"Brother Wang Heng, take a look." He took out a roll of paper covered with words from his sleeve, and the arc of his mouth became more and more exaggerated: "This is the result of my drinking these days."

Looking up at Tian Ding's spirit and spirit, which were getting better day by day, Shen Jinmo knew that this man had used his money to carve out a path among that group of noble children.

Not to mention that he is in the same boat with those young masters, but at least no one is targeting him blatantly anymore.

This belly is slightly less round than Xiao Gao's. I don't know if Xie Nanxing likes it.

"Brother Wang Heng, why are you staring at my belly?" Tian Ding quickly raised his hand to cover his belly. He had been drinking a lot these days, and his clothes had become several sizes larger.

"Are you worried about my health?"

When Tian Ding thought of this possibility, tears came to his eyes: "Brother Wang Heng, you are too good to me."

"Can you please stop crying? It's so ugly."

After saying this, Shen Jinmo roughly flipped through the papers and put them back in Tian Ding's hands.

Holding back tears for a moment, Tian Ding looked at the returned rice paper and asked tentatively, "Are these useless?"

Shen Jinmo didn't say anything. Looking at Shen Jinmo's calm eyes, Tian Ding's arrogance was instantly replaced by loneliness.

It was as if Shen Jinmo knew from the beginning that what he took out was useless.

Tian Ding was somewhat discouraged: "Did I waste the money I spent these two months?"

"Power-for-money transactions, you use money to pave the way for power, and then use power to make money, how can you say it's a waste?"

Shen Jinmo didn't like Tian Ding playing such tricks in front of him, as it would make Tian Ding look even more stupid.

Tian Ding was not embarrassed by being exposed by Shen Jinmo. Instead, he smiled at Shen Jinmo in a servile manner: "Hehehe, Brother Wang Heng, you know everything."

What Tian Ding is doing now is beneficial to Shen Jinmo, and Shen Jinmo is willing to continue to give some advice: "If the truth comes out, will those people be willing to testify for you?"

"No, they are the ones who are on the same boat." Tian Dingying calmed down and said firmly, "So I need to have enough evidence to prove this."

His tone was full of impatience, but he still patiently helped Tian Ding to sort out his thoughts: "You are drinking buddies in front of him, but you investigate him behind his back. Do you think your life is too long?"

Standing obediently, Tian Ding's eyes widened, and he wanted to bow to show his cuteness. But thinking about the last time he was scolded, he could only look at Shen Jinmo with a pitiful look.

What Tian Ding wanted was always to have leverage over others: "Brother Wang Heng, what should I do so that I will never be bullied again?"

Shen Jinmo brought in the book that had been blown by the wind, put it in the drawer, and asked, "Everything should be done with one strike."

Tian Ding clapped his hands and looked at Shen Jinmo's face. He actually figured it out: "The quality of the news is more important than the quantity."

"Yeah." Although not smart, he is not stupid either.

For the sake of those storybooks, Shen Jinmo was willing to accept Tian Ding's surrender with difficulty: "The duty records of all personnel in the Guard Department can be recorded starting from tomorrow."

This was not a difficult matter, so Tian Ding responded directly: "I will definitely fulfill my mission."

Shen Jinmo looked up at the time. He had to go to the palace to meet the emperor today, so now was just the right time to leave.

When Tian Ding saw Shen Jinmo stand up, he thought he was going to eat: "Brother Wangheng, why don't you give me a chance today and I will treat you and your sister-in-law to a meal."

"Put aside the way you deal with others and stay away from me."

Shen Jinmo's disgust was obvious. Xie Nanxing would not like him hanging out with these men.

Wouldn't it be nice for him to have time to have dinner with Xie Nanxing?

How desperate must he be to let Tian Ding come and disturb the two of them?

What's more, Tian Ding is not a good person and will lead Xie Nanxing astray.

When Shen Jinmo arrived at the palace, it was time for lunch. Xia Hong did not let Shen Jinmo wait outside the palace and called him in directly.

He bowed and saluted towards Xia Hong who had just sat at the dining table: "Your Highness, I, Shen Jinmo, greet you."

"No thanks." Xia Hong put down his chopsticks and asked, "Can I have lunch?"

His eyes fell on the table full of food and the extra set of bowls and chopsticks, Shen Jinmo said: "I came to the palace at this hour just to ask for the emperor's lunch."

"Shuangpin is ill today and cannot come to dine with me, but you are lucky."

Xia Hong smiled and waved. Shen Jinmo sat down opposite Xia Hong. The little eunuch looked at Shen Jinmo and served him the dishes carefully.

In the more than ten years since he ascended the throne, no one has ever been so comfortable while dining with Xia Hong. Xia Hong, who has long been accustomed to the people around him being fearful and timid, feels comfortable with Shen Jinmo's comfort.

This comfort made Xia Hong, who had a poor appetite recently, eat several more bites than usual. And this subconscious behavior naturally had another meaning in the eyes of Eunuch Lin.

Xia Hong was getting used to Shen Jinmo's unique existence. For a superior, habit is more terrifying than the deep friendship displayed on the surface.

After lunch, 90% of the food on the table had been eaten. Xia Hong looked at the man wiping his mouth with a handkerchief and scolded him with a smile: "Look at your behavior just now, it's as if Pingnan didn't even give you a bite of food to eat."

Shen Jinmo was quite satisfied with the meal, and even wanted to take Xie Nanxing to taste some of the dishes: "Your imperial meal is unique in the world, and I may not be able to catch up with it many times in my life."

Taking the handkerchief handed over by Eunuch Lin for washing hands, Xia Hong spoke out the purpose of summoning Shen Jinmo into the palace.

"Yesterday, the Minister of Works came to report to me that the house I promised you before has been prepared. How do you think about the plaque for this mansion?"