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

His eyes lingered between the couch and the wooden bed, and Xie Nanxing finally chose to lie on the couch.

As long as Xie Nanxing shared the same bed with Shen Jinmo, once she fell asleep, she would inevitably burrow into Shen Jinmo's arms, and then the wound would definitely open up.

With two soft pillows stuffed on his back, Xie Nanxing leaned against the backrest and looked at Shen Jinmo. As long as Shen Jinmo raised his eyes slightly, he could see Xie Nanxing smiling at him.

"Shen Jinmo, after your scab falls off, the scars on the front may be covered up."

"Ok?"

In fact, Shen Jinmo knew that it wouldn’t happen.

When he first arrived in Yunhuai Village, he was surrounded by a group of wolves. The marks left by the wolf claws on his body have not disappeared until now as the wounds have healed.

After the scabs fall off this time, Shen Jinmo's scars will cover every inch of his body.

Shen Jinmo thought of Xie Nanxing's now smooth hands, and the feel of his own scars, and a sense of crisis arose.

"Xie Nanxing, if the scar wasn't covered, would you not want to touch me?"

Xie Nanxing, who had just given this kind of reward, asked in a high-sounding manner: "Master Shen can't even move now, but you're still thinking about that kind of thing?"

His eyes locked onto Xie Nanxing tightly: "I haven't thought that far, but when you slept in my arms in the past, you always touched me many times."

Shen Jinmo was afraid that Xie Nanxing would not be able to sleep well in the future because she disliked the pain in his hands.

"Shen Jinmo, please don't make me sound like that kind of lecher, okay?"

"What I touched wasn't the feel of my hand, but your hard tendon meat."

"If I like something smooth like that, can't I just touch myself?"

Shen Jinmo felt that what Xie Nanxing said made sense, so he blinked in agreement.

These scars are not easy to remove once they are left, but for Shen Jinmo, it is easy to remove the hard tendon meat.

"Do you think it's hard enough now?"

Seeing that Xie Nanxing didn't answer, Shen Jinmo promised: "If you feel it's not hard enough, I can practice it again and make it harder."

The flesh on one side of Xie Nanxing's cheek gathered towards the corner of his eye, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable expression.

He always felt that the way Shen Jinmo asked questions seriously was not pure at all.

"Shen Jinmo, we are married now. I will be yours for life and death, and I will never stop loving you. You don't need to have such a strong sense of crisis."

Shen Jinmo frowned slightly and expressed his thoughts: "I don't think this is a sense of crisis. I simply hope to make you a little happier."

"I am your husband. I should have presented everything you like to you for you to choose."

"Now that we are married, I should treat you better than before we were married."

"I can't let you feel that your life after marriage is worse than before marriage."

The sweet words spoken in a sincere and calm manner sounded like holy Sanskrit to Xie Nanxing's ears.

The sentences were so illogical that they gradually lost their logic.

As they chatted incoherently, Xie Nanxing and Shen Jinmo fell asleep unknowingly.

However, half an hour later, Shen Jinmo slowly opened his still bright eyes, took out the ointment beside the bed and applied it to all the stressed areas.

Walking steadily into the warm room, Mo Ping, who had been waiting there, knelt in front of Shen Jinmo.

"explain."

Just one word, but it was powerful, and it came from an adult that Mo Ping was familiar with.

"When you came out of the palace, the young master cried loudly and embarrassedly. After that, he was numb for a few days, but he never lost control of his emotions again."

"Because the young master didn't want to sleep, Yang Huai had some sleeping pills put in the pot, so the young master, who couldn't sleep all the time, could get some sleep every day."

"As for the business, the young master first asked the servants to carry the soft couch that you were carried out of to the palace gate during the morning court session and clean it."

"Later, I asked Lu Bai to find the person who hurt you in the palace that day, and brought him to the mansion to deal with him personally. In order to conceal the power he had, I asked Tian Ding to provide some cover."

"Three days ago, Eunuch Lin came to the mansion in person to summon the young master to the palace. When he came back, Prince Ming personally sent him off. From what I have seen, the young master was not injured that day, nor was he unhappy."

Shen Jinmo did not respond, but turned calmly and walked towards the bedroom. However, just by looking at his back, Mo Ping could sense the coldness in Shen Jinmo's body.

Not daring to stay any longer, Mo Ping lowered his steps and quickly left the warm room.

Shen Jinmo stood in the moonlight, staring at Xie Nanxing for a long time.

The palace is not a good place, and Xia Hong is not a good person.

Xia Yu and Xie Nanxing appeared in the palace at the same time. Today, Xie Nanxing suddenly had the thought that she would not be able to accompany him in the future. All of this was telling Shen Jinmo what Xie Nanxing had experienced in the palace.

Shen Jinmo, it's time to start making a way out for Xie Nanxing.

No one can take Xie Nanxing away from him.

The long-awaited good sleep made Xie Nanxing look radiant, while Shen Jinmo, who was lying on the bed, was no longer as pale as yesterday, and even had a hint of blood color.

Shen Jinmo's body's recovery ability is really amazing.

Patients always need to rest more. Xie Nanxing put on his clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

After washing up gently in the warm room, Xie Nanxing brought several personal servants and the newly promoted steward to the study.

A large piece of rice paper was spread out on the desk, and Xie Nanxing explained in detail what happened to Shen Jinmo leaving the bedroom today.

When he returned to the bedroom again, Shen Jinmo just opened his eyes.

They looked at each other under the sun, one with a faint smile and the other with a look of nostalgia. No one spoke, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Xie residence today was truly filled with joy of getting rid of the old and welcoming the new.

After completing the same process as last night, it was already the warmest time of the afternoon.

Mo Ping pushed a modified wheelchair to the bedside, and Xiao Gao wrapped every part of the wheelchair with large and small soft pillows filled with duck down.

It is imperative to ensure that if Shen Jinmo feels tired and wants to lean on something, the wound will not be hurt too badly.

Without planning to put cotton clothes on Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing directly put an ink-colored cloak over Shen Jinmo's pajamas, squatted in front of Shen Jinmo to tie the belt of the cloak for him, and then helped him walk step by step to the wheelchair.

Shen Jinmo was locked in the wheelchair with a cage woven with bamboo strips. The inky black wolfskin surrounded the cage so that no wind could get in below Shen Jinmo's neck.

Still worried that Shen Jinmo would feel cold, the wooden board in front of the wheelchair at the level of Shen Jinmo's knees was stood up. Xie Nanxing put a number of hot water bottles inside before stopping what he was doing.

He stood up and stood in front of Shen Jinmo, looking at Shen Jinmo from front to back for a long time.

Xie Nanxing laughed, couldn't help laughing.

And the laughter got louder and louder.

When Xie Nanxing first started drawing the picture, he felt it was a little strange.

But at that time, he didn't think about what was strange about it, and it would take some time to make the cage, so Xie Nanxing didn't think about it carefully.

Now, after looking at it for a while, I realized where the inspiration for his creation came from.

When he and Shen Jinmo were in Yunhuai Village, they saw many people raising chickens in bamboo cages. Later, Xie Nanxing wanted to raise some himself, so he watched Shen Jinmo make one himself.

It is obvious that today's cage is very similar to the chicken coop of the past.

Because of Xie Nanxing's smile, the servants in the mansion all secretly looked up at where their master was.

With just one glance, they understood what Xie Nanxing was laughing at, and they actually wanted to laugh too.

But even if Shen Jinmo was locked in an iron cage now, they would not dare to laugh even if they had ten times the courage.

This is Shen Jinmo.