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Shuangxi knelt in the newly irrigated farmland, and Lord Luo kowtowed to Shen Jinmo: "As long as Lord Shen can save me this time, I will follow Lord Shen's lead."

Shen Jinmo looked at the official who tried his best to remain calm but couldn't suppress his disgust about the Tianlong incident. His sharp eyes were so calm that it was chilling.

He continued walking forward: "When the late emperor was in power, he personally tilled the fields. Lord Tian also worked in the fields with the late emperor. I heard that he is a good farmer."

These people have been in the center of power for too long, and everything they have obtained by betraying their masters has come too easily.

They have long forgotten the way they came.

Lord Luo was a little unclear about what Shen Jinmo wanted to express, but the panic in his heart was spreading everywhere on this moonlit night.

He climbed out of the mud pit and pretended to be calm: "Yes, the late emperor was a wise ruler rarely seen in the history. I am useless and I am sorry for the late emperor's cultivation in the past."

"Lord Luo, you are used to a life of luxury, yet you think farming makes your clothes dirty. How can the emperor, who is at the top of the world, be willing to get his feet dirty?"

Cold sweat seeped through layers of spring clothes and soaked Lord Luo's back.

It was never Shen Jinmo who wanted to kill them.

"But I have always followed the emperor's lead and have never had the intention of rebelling?"

The person who just said that he would follow Shen Jinmo's orders in order to save his life, changed the subject in an instant.

Shen Jinmo felt that these people who had ingrained the idea of ​​hypocrisy into their bones were extremely boring.

Light and faint, Shen Jinmo looked at the green smoke circling the moon: "Really?"

Lord Luo's face turned pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

They have indeed never had any rebellious thoughts in these years.

However, they relied on the fact that they and Xia Hong were in the same boat, and unscrupulously demanded power from above and oppressed the people of the world.

How is it not considered betrayal?

They betrayed Xia Qi, Xia Hong, the people, and their original intention of moving from chaos to unification.

Original intention?

It was something worth mentioning in the previous emperor's reign, but if it is mentioned now, it would be considered pedantic.

Among all the literati in the world, only Wu Cixiu mentioned his original intention without making people feel hypocritical and artificial.

The thousand-mile horse stopped beside Shen Jinmo. Without any intention of saying anything more to Lord Luo, Shen Jinmo simply sat on the horse's back and rode away.

There was wilderness all around, and everything was green. Lord Luo's legs went weak and he fell straight into the fields.

His back felt cold, and the fragrance of rice seedlings enveloped the man in brocade robe. Lord Luo tried his best to find the way to survive from Shen Jinmo's words.

Whether he can take this path of survival depends on whether he can defeat the entire Ministry of Revenue from within with his own strength.

If you choose to betray, you can live; if you choose to be loyal, you will die.

He wants to live on his own, he wants to continue the glory of his family, is there anything wrong with that?

Lord Luo made a decision in his heart.

If he doesn't do this, someone else in the Ministry of Revenue will do it.

It seems that he has been betraying all his life, so what does one more betrayal matter?

Only by living can we glimpse another possibility.

I climbed up from the farmland, and the splashing mud fell on the seedlings. When the next spring rain fell, dust returned to dust.

He put on his official hat, changed into clean clothes, set the dirty clothes on fire with a tinder, and threw them into the ditch.

The carriage rolled over the bluestone floor of the capital, making a dull sound.

Looking out the car window at the long, dark and silent street at night, I see this is the only way to the center of power.

Lord Luo suddenly laughed, and his laugh was very desolate.

He was disgusted by the mud-stained clothes and didn't even want to wash them. He just threw them into the deep ravine to destroy them and cover up his miserable state.

And as the king of this country, does Xia Hong really only want to deal with the Ministry of Revenue?

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After the teacher in charge of policy essays finished his class, Xun Zhan was pushed into the study by the servant.

Xie Nanxing didn't even have time to report to Xia Yu. He rushed out of the study and ran to the toilet.

I slept soundly in Shen Jinmo's arms this morning, and it was late for me to get up and go out.

When he arrived at the study in Prince Ming's mansion, he had just put down his school bag and was about to go to the toilet when he saw the teacher, who had been waiting for him for half a cup of tea, start teaching directly.

Xie Nanxing, who was already late, felt embarrassed to make the teacher wait any longer, so he endured it for an hour and a half. How could he hold it in any longer now?

Seeing Xie Nanxing leaving, a personal servant followed closely behind him.

One look at his proficiency revealed that this boy had done a lot of work keeping an eye on Xie Nanxing.

The door of the study was closed from the outside, and all the guards trusted by Xia Yu were guarding outside the study. Xia Yu rolled his eyes and thought that he could try some other things today.

Just by looking at Xun Zhan's momentum, Xun Zhan knew that Xia Yu was going to cause trouble again.

"Xiaojiu, Xie Nanxing will be back anytime, don't mess around for too long."

He doesn't look fierce at all, and even seems to be a bit tolerant of someone who has his bottom line challenged and is backing off again and again.

Xun Zhan also enjoyed Xia Yu's provocation like a little kitten.

But today, Xia Yu actually picked up Xun Zhan, who was half a head taller than him, and even picked him up by the waist.

The smile in Xun Zhan's eyes became more evil, with a hint of warning.

Xia Yu sat in the wheelchair himself and let Xun Zhan sit sideways on his lap.

It didn't act like a little leopard seeing meat and biting it directly as it did in the past.

Xia Yu learned how to lay the groundwork today: "Master, you have been sitting for too long. The cushion of this wheelchair is not comfortable for my legs. Let me change one for you."

Xun Zhan pursed his lips and stared at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu ignored him and continued, "Anyway, I don't have the money to pay the teacher a salary. This is something that students should do."

Xun Zhan clenched his hands tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were prominent.

Xia Yu became more and more arrogant, and challenged him wantonly: "If you are willing, I can help you relax in other ways."

Xun Zhan held Xia Yu's chin with one hand, and his fingertips kept resting on Xia Yu's jaw. Mosuo: "Xia Yu, I advise you to stop and stop making trouble."

"What's wrong with me?"

With a serious face and a serious tone, he said something extremely frivolous: "I didn't even have to make a scene, but the Master reacted like this to me."

"How about letting me serve the Master?"

"Heh." Xun Zhan felt that Xia Yu, this little madman, was really lawless today.

The empty hand fell on Xia Yu's neck, pressing Xia Yu towards himself.

He bit down fiercely, his teeth intentionally breaking the lips, and the fishy and sweet smell entangled between their lips and teeth.

No one chose to back down, and now the two of them were engaged in a war of words, a war between the two of them.

It's not a matter of life or death, but there has to be a winner.

But the criteria for winning or losing does not seem clear.

The kiss became more and more unruly. Xun Zhan felt Xia Yu's hand reaching into his underwear. It was no longer a test, but a direct insistence.

The limp legs suddenly regained strength, and the person who was originally sitting sideways on Xia Yu's legs directly locked Xia Yu between his chest and the wheelchair.

The hand on Xia Yu's chin did not move, but the hand on Xia Yu's neck turned to tightly lock Xia Yu's hands.

The wheelchair moved back and forth until it hit the soft couch behind it and stopped.

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Xia Yu's eyes.

This method really works!