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

When the sun set completely, the painting sketched by Shen Jinmo was finally completed.

Looking down at Xie Nanxing who was still sleeping, Shen Jinmo placed the outlined drawing paper in a ventilated place and blew it slowly.

He took out a fire starter from his arms and lit the candlestick standing behind Xie Nanxing in the study.

New rice paper was spread out again, and Shen Jinmo's writing speed obviously became faster. Soon, the new rice paper was replaced.

Shen Jinmo put down the paintbrush in his hand only when he felt that the painting placed by the window was almost blown away.

Looking down at the three pieces of rice paper on the desk, Shen Jinmo began to feel agitated, his eyes were stained with fire, and his ears became hot.

Seeing the person lying on the leather rolling on the ground, Shen Jinmo didn't care that the ink had not dried yet. He folded the three pieces of rice paper and threw them into the drawer.

It was extremely rare to be in a state of panic.

If Xie Nanxing woke up, she would definitely find Shen Jinmo's appearance very familiar.

Like when Xie Nanxing was still living in the Princess's Mansion, he suddenly opened the door and saw Shen Jinmo hiding the storybook.

He pretended to be calm and walked to the window, took out the scroll and spread it flat on the ground, using the warmth from the floor to dry out the last bit of moisture.

There was a new noise behind him. Shen Jinmo was worried that Xie Nanxing would kick the blanket, so he turned his head immediately.

The moment he looked back, he found that the person who should have been asleep was now standing behind him holding a lantern.

Her eyes are shining and she smiles gently.

Xie Nanxing said softly: "Shen Jinmo, I remember now, is tomorrow my birthday?"

The two of them stayed together day and night, and Xie Nanxing had no time to think about what day it was.

But looking at Shen Jinmo's state, he must have been thinking about it for a very long time, but he didn't put pen to paper until today. Naturally, Xie Nanxing couldn't even leave the bedroom.

Standing up and moving all the plum vases away, Shen Jinmo showed the entire painting to Xie Nanxing.

Helping Xie Nanxing sit cross-legged on the ground, Shen Jinmo squatted on the ground, holding the scroll and began to frame the painting.

Xie Nanxing kept moving the lantern in his hand closer to Shen Jinmo. On the one hand, it could prevent Shen Jinmo from scratching his hands, and on the other hand, he could take a closer look at the painting that Shen Jinmo had drawn for him.

This was the first time Xie Nanxing saw himself in Shen Jinmo's eyes.

The sunlight fell from the sky and sprinkled all over Xie Nanxing, making Xie Nanxing look like a god who came to the world with the power of salvation.

The plum blossoms that were supposed to fall into the plum vase were now blooming beautifully on Xie Nanxing's neck, falling on Xie Nanxing's shoulders, and gathering together where Xie Nanxing's heart was beating.

The black leather that Xie Nanxing was pressing down on now turned into a ball of deep ink, like the land, like stone, and like everything in this world that is ordinary and inconspicuous.

But it was this ordinary, even disgusting black face covered in dirt, that supported the holy, gorgeous and beautiful Xie Nanxing.

In another sense, Xie Nanxing always stands above Shen Jinmo.

Lowering his head slightly, Xie Nanxing moved closer to Shen Jinmo and set his eyes on the two lines of small words on the side of the scroll.

【Once we meet, we can see the light of day】

[Congratulations to Guaiguai on his seventeenth birthday, painted in Xieyuan's study in the twelfth year of Hongde]

The small study is filled with candlelight, wrapped in tenderness and filled with heartbeats.

The scroll was fitted together with mortise and tenon joints perfectly, and Shen Jinmo held the scroll in his hand, carefully rolling it up.

It is precious not because it took a lot of effort to paint it, but because the person in the painting is Xie Nanxing, which makes it doubly precious.

Holding the scroll in one hand and helping Xie Nanxing stand up with the other, the two stood facing each other.

The north wind broke in through another open window and blew out all the candles in the house.

The lantern held by Xie Nanxing at this moment became the only ray of light in this silence.

Just like Xie Nanxing, she was the only ray of light in Shen Jinmo's busy life over the past decade.

The eyes were filled with bitterness and the hot tears broke through the barrier of the eye sockets and became a rushing river that could no longer be stopped.

Xie Nanxing wrapped the fox fur around his body a little tighter, and the lantern in his hand swayed suddenly because of what was in his heart at the moment.

Xie Nanxing looked up at Shen Jinmo, eyes full of love.

He asked: "Shen Jinmo, can we get married today?"

He replied, "Okay."

The jet-black horse arrogantly stepped on the curfew of the capital, left the city gate and headed towards Meishan in the suburbs of Beijing.

There were two young men in red clothes sitting on horseback, their unbridled and joyful laughter mixed with the north wind as they leaped around the wilderness.

When the horse's hooves landed on Meishan Mountain, the winter snow fluttered down like festive drumbeats.

The snow was heavy and the flakes were dense. It was the heaviest snowfall this year.

It was even heavier than the snow that Xie Nanxing saw when he left Taifu Mansion last year.

"Shen Jinmo, is this snow as heavy as the one when you left the capital?"

The north wind was blowing, and the young man shouted at the top of his voice, baking the winter into a warm spring, and replacing the cold with warmth.

The fiery red cloak fluttered in the wind, and the red silk tied up the black hair on the head also fluttered

Shen Jinmo held the reins tightly with one hand and held Xie Nanxing tightly in his arms with the other.

Shen Jinmo said: "Xie Nanxing, the wind and snow on the day we married was even heavier than that year."

With a smile in her bright eyes, Xie Nanxing suddenly lowered her voice: "That's good."

He wasn't talking to Shen Jinmo, he was talking to himself.

But Shen Jinmo heard it.

Ever since, the love that Xie Nanxing brought to Shen Jinmo has steadily overwhelmed the bloody haze that Shen Jinmo experienced when he was nine years old.

From then on, heavy snow and winter no longer meant separation and loss, but also meant that Shen Jinmo could see the light of heaven and be blessed by it forever.

At least when standing on the top of Meishan Mountain and looking from the top to the foot of the mountain, all you can see is desolate darkness.

"Shen Jinmo, let's get married."

There is no need for an auspicious time or day. Just the two of them holding hands in perfect harmony is the most auspicious day in this world.

There is no need for guests, relatives and friends, the plum blossoms all over the mountains and the flying snow are the joy and blessings sent from this world.

All the celebrations in the capital of the gods will not end happily.

However, when Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing got married, it should be extremely pure and clean, without any dirt.

Today is the day Xie Nanxing marries Shen Jinmo, and today is also the day Xie Nanxing marries Shen Jinmo.

Before announcing to the world their confrontation with worldly power and desire, they must first give themselves a perfect ending.

Shen Jinmo's eyes were filled with deep affection, covering Meishan Mountain, Xie Nanxing, and the divine capital.

A restrained kiss fell into Xie Nanxing's eyes, and Shen Jinmo said, "Be good, wait a little longer, okay?"

Shen Jinmo asked, so how could Xie Nanxing say it was not good?

Standing on tiptoe, she placed a kiss on Shen Jinmo's forehead: "I will always wait for you."

One by one, the warm Kongming lanterns, like stars, rise from Xie Garden and light up the endless darkness.

Snowflakes, bright lights, wild plums, and lovers.

It seems that all these beautiful things cannot be contained in this city of power and desire.