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

Yuzhu dipped the ointment in it and applied it to the wound that Xie Nanxing was reluctant to touch. Even though he knew that Xie Nanxing had made up his mind, ten oxen could not pull him back.

Yang Huai still couldn't help but comfort:

"Master, how can the Master feel at ease when he sees you treating him like this in heaven?"

Xie Nanxing smiled lightly. How could he expose his wound in broad daylight?

"It's dark, and the Master is asleep. He can't see."

"When the day breaks, I will show him that I have learned everything he taught me."

After losing the only old man who had ever guided him in his life, Xie Nanxing felt lost and helpless at first.

He doesn't know how he will break the deadlock if he encounters difficulties in the future and no one points it out.

Then, Xie Nanxing became anxious again.

He was eager to let Wu Cixiu see that he had learned everything Wu Cixiu taught him, and that he could accompany Shen Jinmo to find a way to survive in the long and poor alleys.

He wanted Wu Cixiu to rest in peace.

Yang Huai understood what Xie Nanxing meant, but he still couldn't bear it.

"If the higher-ups agree, you must go to visit the master. How will the master reconcile with you after such an injury?"

"Ahuai, don't talk nonsense."

By the time Xie Nanxing can go to the prison to see Shen Jinmo, these wounds will have healed.

Xie Nanxing will appear in front of Shen Jinmo in a more peaceful state, as if he has never been injured.

He wanted to give all the love and companionship that had been missing during this journey to Shen Jinmo.

Midwinter has arrived and the days are passing faster and faster. All the useful servants in the Xie Mansion go out early and come back late, but there is still no progress in Shen Jinmo's case.

On the desk lay a secret letter that had been sent from somewhere unknown. Just by looking at the five words "Nanxing's personal letter" on the envelope, Xie Nanxing's clothes were soaked with tears.

The day when the Taifu took Xie Nanxing to study the handwriting, he was afraid that Xie Nanxing would not be able to recognize the handwriting as his, and the letter would be lost.

Xiao Gao brought in a bottle of plum blossoms, and Xie Nanxing's gaze moved from the envelope to the bottle of red plums.

The wintersweets in the Xie Mansion are in bloom. The old man who was the only one to witness the wedding of Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing in the sea of ​​wintersweets all over the mountains will never come back.

With trembling fingertips, the letter was taken out of the envelope.

The familiar handwriting, which was completely different from the handwriting on the envelope, penetrated into Xie Nanxing's heart through his eyes.

【Xiao Nanxing:

I haven't seen you for a few months. I wonder if you are taller, fatter, or in better health.

Now that I have reunited with my old friends, Xiao Nanxing must be in great distress, thinking day and night about how to save Wang Heng's life and my reputation after his death.

It is my fault that Xiao Nanxing has to run around for me.

If Xiao Nanxing is still sad and hurt because of my death, then I will never be able to feel at peace even if I travel with my old friends every day.

Everyone is doomed to die. I cannot predict the future, but I have planned from the beginning to take the initiative to face the sword in Wang Heng's hand and end the rest of my life.

I am selfish and want to die under the same sword as my old friend. I hope Nanxing will forgive me.

I am writing to you today just to tell Nanxing the truth.

I am not dying for Wang Heng, I am living out the rest of my life for what I want.

Wang Heng is an innocent person who was drawn into this conspiracy in order for me to realize my political ideals.

If my death happens to allow Wang Heng to ride the wind, it is my luck, not what Wang Heng wants.

Even if my death has nothing to do with Wang Heng, Wang Heng will definitely find it difficult to escape from the shadow.

Therefore, I would like to ask Xiao Nanxing to be more tolerant on my behalf.

Rivers and streams are eternal, but when a person dies, his light goes out, and his body and name become nothing but clouds and mist.

I hope Xiao Nanxing will wear new clothes, eat delicious food, and be happy in the future. May her wish come true.

The letter was short but full of emotion, Xie Nanxing looked up towards the sky.

The winter wind is also warm, and the flying snow brings a touch of spring.

There were traces of tears on her face, and against the vast sky, Xie Nanxing seemed to hear the laughter and talking coming from Zhongqing Mountain.

The era of Wu Cixiu has ended, and the era in which Shen Jinmo stirs up the country with his own strength has arrived.

He stood up piously in front of the table, fire dancing at his fingertips. A wisp of green smoke rose up, carrying the resentment that Xie Nanxing could not reconcile with himself, up to the heaven.

There is no need to show this letter to Shen Jinmo. The person who needs to be comforted in this letter is only Xie Nanxing.

This letter can only comfort Xie Nanxing.

Shen Jinmo will never be able to say in his life: Master, I did not kill you.

A green figure appeared in the white snow, and Yang Huai hurried towards Xie Nanxing.

From his steps, one could tell that Yang Huai came with good news.

"Master, the silver has been received. The jailers replied that you are allowed to bring someone in to visit the master."

With a bright smile, a pair of clear eyes pierced through the haze of wind and snow and turned into sunlight symbolizing new life.

I turned around and went straight to the kitchen. Even though I hadn't cooked for a long time, the egg steamed bun was still fried deliciously.

As the chicken soup boiled in the pot, Xie Nanxing gave instructions on what to do when going to the prison today: "Go and take all the things you have arranged with you. In half an hour, take someone you trust with you to the prison."

"If possible, I would like to stay in the prison for a while longer this time. Please remember to prepare a feast and bring it in with me."

This banquet is naturally for the jailers.

Seeing that Xie Nanxing was happy, Yang Huai went out excitedly to arrange all the things Xie Nanxing had asked him to do.

Shu Huai took Mo Ping to the warehouse to load all the things Xie Nanxing mentioned into the carriage, while Xie Nanxing took a bath and changed clothes with Xiao Gao's help.

Xie Nanxing, who had been wearing plain white for quite some time, searched in the closet for a long time and picked out a scarlet robe that he had never worn before.

She stood in front of the bronze mirror for a while, until Xie Nanxing's heart began to beat fast, and then she sat down in front of the dressing table again.

The white jade hair crown was removed and replaced by a gorgeous golden crown.

Xie Nanxing usually dressed elegantly. Apart from her wedding dress, this was the first time Xie Nanxing wore something so bright.

Because, isn’t what’s missing from that grey cage just this touch of brightness?

By the time everything was packed up, it was getting dark.

There were indeed not many pedestrians on the road in the heavy snow, but the six carriages coming out of Xie's house could not be low-key even if they were traveling at night.

Yang Huai personally brought his servants to prepare a whole table of meals for the jailers, and in between toasts, he gave everyone a big red envelope.

After three rounds of drinking, the jailers turned a blind eye to the servants who kept going back and forth between Shen Jinmo's cell and the carriage.

Seeing that the things that had been moved into the cell before had been replaced exactly, Xie Nanxing got off the carriage with a cheerful step.

After walking around Lu Bai, Xie Nanxing asked:

"Xiaobai, how do you think I look?"

"it is good."

"What do you think of my clothes?"

"it is good."

"Fat or thin?"

"I can't tell."

Xie Nanxing cursed himself inwardly for being desperate and trying all kinds of methods.

How can we expect Lu Bai, a man who can do nothing but kill people, to tell us anything?