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

Lu Bai could see Xie Nanxing's disgust, but he didn't care at all.

"Master, it is cold and windy, and I ask you to stay in the carriage until my lord is summoned away. He will take you in personally when he returns."

When Xie Nanxing just arrived at the prison gate, the jailer told him something, which demonstrated the degree of freedom Shen Jinmo had in the prison.

As long as he stays in this prison, the jailers will not only not dare to provoke Shen Jinmo, but will also have to obey Shen Jinmo's instructions.

However, Shen Jinmo is not a nosy person, and in most cases the two parties do not interfere with each other.

And the only person in the God City who could summon Shen Jinmo out of the prison under such circumstances was that one person.

Xie Nanxing kept fanning her blushing face with both hands, and said anxiously, "I'm hot, can't you see?"

Lu Bai looked up at the sky and said, "It's quite cold today, don't catch a cold."

Xie Nanxing stopped talking to Lu Bai.

I'm a blockhead, there's nothing much to say.

After about an incense stick of time, Mo Ping came forward with a smile and reported: "Master, everything has been packed up."

"Did Shen Jinmo clean it up himself, or did the cell clean it up?"

The feet were running in front, and Xie Nanxing's brain was chasing behind.

By the time he finished asking this question, Xie Nanxing had already appeared in the prison.

Obviously, if Shen Jinmo had already packed himself up, the one who took Xie Nanxing into the prison at this moment could only be Shen Jinmo.

The scarlet robe and the rising syllables tinged with joy became the only spring scene in this prison.

The moment the prisoners on both sides saw Xie Nanxing, their eyes almost fell out.

They had been in this prison for a long time, and the only thing they could see besides the gray was the bright red that fell from the bodies of the tortured people.

That is the bright red that symbolizes death.

The blush before our eyes is bright, fresh and new.

Mo Ping chased after them with two oil-paper umbrellas. He and Lu Bai each held one, and they protected Xie Nanxing in the middle, one on each side.

Xie Nanxing looked at the two umbrellas and smiled slyly at Mo Ping: "A Ping, you are the only one who thinks for your master. You even thought of this."

"That's right. My master hasn't even seen you, so how can I let others see you first?"

Mo Ping had frequently traveled between the Princess's Mansion and the prison, and he knew exactly what kind of people there were.

If he knew that he was not fully prepared, Mo Ping deserved to be whipped a few more times.

Walking through the dark and damp passage and around the candlelit stairs, Xie Nanxing entered a cell that was much quieter than the outside, but also much gloomier.

An entire half of the cell wall was vacated, and at the very back of the secret passage, in a room tightly blocked by a screen, was where Shen Jinmo had lived for quite some time.

Pointing to the stairs at the entrance, he said, "Stay here. No one can come in until I come out."

After taking a few steps forward, Xie Nanxing turned around and said, "But you can't stop my husband from coming back."

Even if Mo Ping and Lu Bai had ten times the courage, they would not dare to stop Shen Jinmo from going home.

Xie Nanxing ran a few steps towards the cell, then slowed down like a thief.

He pushed open the door of the cell carefully. It seemed that because there were too many things Xie Nanxing sent over, one cell could not hold them all, so they simply merged two cells into one.

If you deliberately ignore the coldness in it, a place decorated like this actually looks like home.

But even if it was Shen Leng, wherever Xie Nanxing was, it would be the home that Shen Jinmo wanted to return to.

After taking a careful look at the cell, Xie Nanxing sat on the edge of the bed, looking down and playing with his fingers.

As he was playing, he started to smile foolishly.

Xie Nanxing felt like a groom waiting for his husband to lift the veil.

Shen Jinmo walked out from the darkness and saw Xie Nanxing, who was wearing a scarlet robe and sitting in the dark, shining brightly when he stood at the door of the cell.

This sight dazzled me and made my heart flutter.

The shadow cast on Xie Nanxing by the candlelight at the cell door did not move for a long time. Xie Nanxing raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Jinmo, his earlobes were so red that they looked like dripping blood.

He had never seen such restrained amazement in Shen Jinmo's eyes.

A Buddhist who recluses from the world meets his soulmate at first sight. He wants to get closer to her, but he cannot overcome the promise he made to his faith. He can only grieve silently in countless dark nights.

Feeling touched by the image he had imagined in his mind, Xie Nanxing hooked his fingertips towards Shen Jinmo.

"Master, am I not good-looking?"

With just one word, Shen Jinmo's restriction was broken.

He smiled softly, held Xie Nanxing's legs with both hands, and hugged her into his arms: "It's cold and stuffy in here, why didn't you wait for me to pick you up?"

Shen Jinmo originally planned to change his clothes before going to pick up Xie Nanxing, but he never expected that Xie Nanxing had been waiting in the cell for a long time.

Burying his head in Shen Jinmo's neck, he greedily inhaled the breath from Shen Jinmo's body: "I want to come and accompany you earlier."

Feeling the warmth on his neck, Shen Jinmo lifted the person in his arms and said, "You haven't lost weight at all. My dear is really amazing."

Xie Nanxing raised her lips, and was naturally proud of the compliment: "Don't you even look at who my husband is?"

"Who is your husband?"

"That is the traitor who everyone wants to kill but no one can, Shen Jinmo!"

The warmth of the neck turned wet, and the casual words were choked with sobs.

She was taken into the palace with the blood on her body not yet dry. When she left the palace, she saw her husband in a miserable state after trying to save her. Before she could express her helplessness and sadness, she was locked up in this dark dungeon again.

Self-blame, self-regret, self-pity, and self-loathing.

In the prison that existed day and night, Shen Jinmo was devoured over and over again.

After waiting for a long time for Xia Hong to agree to let Xie Nanxing in, Shen Jinmo had not yet embraced a bit of warmth, but was thrown from one ice cellar into an even colder and more freezing ice cellar.

Meeting Xia Hong was never a good thing.

So, how could Xie Nanxing not feel distressed?

"Have you had your meal today?"

"I want to dine with you."

Shen Jinmo opened the food box made of warm jade, and the hot steam brought the aroma of burnt food into the nostrils of both of them.

"You're cooking for me again. That's not good."

Xie Nanxing picked up a piece of steamed bread and fed it to Shen Jinmo: "Try it, is it as delicious as before?"

When you take a bite, the burnt aroma lingers between your lips and teeth.

The smell of blood that had been lingering around Shen Jinmo since Wu Cixiu's death was slowly fading.

Their eyes met, and the gloom on Shen Jinmo's brows was easily broken by Xie Nanxing's bright red eyes.

With tears in her eyes, Xie Nanxing smiled and asked, "Is it not delicious?"

"good to eat."

Placing a kiss on Shen Jinmo's brow, Xie Nanxing pretended to be relaxed and said, "Shen Jinmo, I know it doesn't taste good, but don't be afraid, I will eat with you."

Xie Nanxing was talking about steamed buns.

But what Xie Nanxing was talking about was no longer the steamed bun in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, I deserve this."

An extremely gentle statement made Xie Nanxing tremble with pain all over.

"No, Shen Jinmo, no."