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

Xun Zhan leaned back in his chair. He had indeed never thought that Xia Hong would let Shen Jinmo kill Wu Cixiu personally in the end.

Just when he was feeling dissatisfied because Shen Jinmo forced him to swallow the bloody meat, Shen Jinmo personally walked across the Naihe Bridge and handed over half of his soul to the King of Hell.

If Shen Jinmo pushed the matter, based on Xun Zhan's understanding of Xia Hong, the next person who would need to hold the knife would be him, Xun Zhan.

Cause and effect can be reversed, but how can the black and white that have been planted in people's hearts change direction overnight?

If a descendant of his Xun clan were to assassinate the Grand Tutor with his own hands, no matter what the cause and effect behind it was, he, Xun Zhan, would never be able to enter the Xun clan ancestral temple until his death, and would not be able to win the forgiveness of his parents.

"Your Majesty, will you give up Shen Jinmo and suppress the people's dissatisfaction?"

Xie Nanxing's question really stumped Xun Zhan.

The people were restless, and the flickering lights in the dark night were pointing to the Great Xia Palace.

Without anyone's guidance, the people who once risked their lives to confront the king under Xia Xin's leadership are now repeating the same old tricks.

Last time they wanted Xia Che and Chen Luo to live, this time, they wanted Shen Jinmo's life.

The people's dissatisfaction now is indeed only directed at Shen Jinmo, but if Xia Hong does not deal with Shen Jinmo, then the next step of the people's resentment will inevitably implicate Xia Hong.

Xia Hong, who asked Shen Jinmo to do this personally, was treating Shen Jinmo as a knife.

Isn't the purpose of a knife to protect its master from disaster?

But just as Ah Shun took Wu Cixiu away from the capital, Shen Jinmo was escorted into the palace. This showed that Shen Jinmo was treated as a human being.

This was the first time Xun Zhan saw Xia Hong simply treating court officials as living people.

Whether it is a knife or a person, it all depends on the emperor's thoughts.

Xun Zhan’s silence is the best answer.

Xie Nanxing covered his eyes with a handkerchief, and what echoed in his ears was the voice of this god who ignored the curfew and disregarded life and death and shouted for justice under the palace wall.

"I beg the Emperor to punish the treacherous ministers and correct the will of heaven and earth."

A treacherous minister.

Heart of heaven and earth.

Shen Jinmo stood opposite Wu Cixiu and also stood opposite the people of the world.

The carriage stopped, Xie Nanxing took off the scarf on her face, opened her eyes and looked at Xun Zhan.

"Master Xun is right. My Master Shen really doesn't need to bring a god to change clothes."

For those who have already sacrificed themselves to heaven and earth, the jet-black uniform they wear is a prison uniform that they can never take off.

"Xie Nanxing, don't take it seriously. I was just joking with you."

Xia Yu, who had been waiting at the side door, took Xie Nanxing off the carriage and kicked Xun Zhan directly.

"It's fine if you tease cats and dogs all day, but is Xie Nanxing someone you can tease?"

Xun Zhan held his belly and chased after Xia Yu: "Xiao Jiu, I didn't tease the cat or the dog. I was afraid that Xie Nanxing would be sad, so I told him something fun to cheer him up."

Xie Nanxing glanced at Xun Zhan quietly, nodded slightly to Xia Yu, turned around, and with the help of the young eunuch, moved directly into the room next to Xia Yu.

Looking at Xie Nanxing's departing back, Xia Yu felt very depressed.

Xia Yu seemed to empathize with the beauty's decadent and lonely look.

Xun Zhan rushed to Xia Yu, hugged Xia Yu and started to bite him.

When Xun Zhan had had enough, Xia Yu's feelings of pity for her became even stronger: "Her husband is now imprisoned in the palace and his life or death is uncertain. He will definitely not be happy if you are so close to me in front of him."

Xun Zhan's alarm bells rang, his eyes full of vigilance: "I only promised Shen Jinmo to let him live, but I didn't promise to make him happy."

Xia Yu kicked Xun Zhan again, but this time his strength was obviously weaker.

"Don't come to my place these few days. Forge a few more identities for Xie Nanxing to distract attention from other places."

The square door was slammed shut, and Xun Zhan, who had chased after him, touched the bridge of his nose.

After knocking on the door for a long time, Xia Yu didn't open it. How could Xun Zhan sleep without someone to warm his arms in this winter?

Shen Jinmo is unhappy, Xie Nanxing is unhappy, so why can't Xun Zhan be happy too?

If Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing died accidentally, wouldn't Xun Zhan have to be a vegetarian for the rest of his life and observe mourning for them?

"Bah bah bah."

After slapping himself three times, Xun Zhan silently stared at the room where Xie Nanxing was for a while.

Xie Nanxing is a little troublemaker!

After inspecting and adjusting the security of Prince Ming's Palace again, Xun Zhan began to disperse the forces that intended to hunt down Xie Nanxing.

Among those forces that wanted to kill Xie Nanxing, most of them wanted to avenge Wu Cixiu.

But the rest of them tried to take advantage of the situation in order to sever the connection between Shen Jinmo and Ming Wang.

Whether for public or private reasons, Shen Jinmo had to let Xie Nanxing live.

If Xia Yu didn't like Xie Nanxing's appearance so much, Xun Zhan might have been more attentive.

The first snow of winter was so heavy that it buried the common people who had been kneeling at the palace gate day and night for nearly half a month, leaving only their faces protected by their hats.

It was the easiest crime to be determined, but he still did not get the ending he deserved.

The answer in the minds of all the officials in the court is already clear.

The answer in the minds of the people of the world is that Shen Jinmo deceived the emperor and prevented Xia Hong from seeing the truth.

Rumors and insults began to spread in all directions. Every day, the civil and military officials who attended the morning court would be blocked by the people at the palace gate, asking them whether they had submitted a letter to the emperor requesting that Shen Jinmo be sentenced to death.

If you meet a new official with a good temper, you can occasionally get some words of comfort.

If they met someone with a bad temper, they would inevitably be whipped.

The people, who had been holding their breath, became more and more courageous as they faced more setbacks.

Even if I am injured and cannot get out of bed today, I will come to the palace gate and kneel down again when I feel better.

Xia Hong sat in the warm golden palace, using a silver spoon to scoop up the sweet potatoes that Zhong Yuanyuan had baked for him.

He told Zhong Yuanyuan these jokes caused by Wu Cixiu's death as a joke.

Seeing that Zhong Yuanyuan's expression was calm and she hadn't changed her clothes, Xia Hong naturally changed the subject.

"Xiao Jiu really likes Nan Xing as his study partner. Even though the capital has become so popular, why is he still protecting Nan Xing in the main courtyard of the palace?"

Zhong Yuanyuan took out the sweet potato that she had baked for herself, patted the dust off the sweet potato with a towel, peeled the sweet potato directly with her hands, and began to take small bites.

Xia Hong baked the sweet potatoes today because he remembered the bitterness of not being able to eat in the past, and he coaxed Zhong Yuanyuan to bake them for him.

They used to eat sweet potatoes without a silver spoon, and the recollection of the past was just a drama that Xia Hong wanted to perform when he had nothing to do.

"Xiao Jiu has always liked beautiful things. No one in Manluoan can match Xie Nanxing's looks. If he likes her, just let him protect her."

Unwilling to fall into the trap set by Xia Hong.

The son who crawled out of her belly would never do anything to steal her nephew's husband.