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

After staggering down from the carriage, Xun Zhan warned, "Come pick me up tomorrow...at noon. Be alert, don't...don't let anyone see you."

"Young Master, you can't even speak clearly. Why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Xun Zhan paused for a moment and urged, "Hurry up, or I'll beat you if you're discovered."

After saying this, Xun Zhan pulled out the key from the cracks in the bricks and pushed open the side door that was reserved for his use.

The moment the door closed, a man in a purple cloak walked out of the small warm room.

The lantern was stuffed into Xun Zhan’s hands: “Can I carry it?”

Xun Zhan nodded, lifted Xia Yu's chin and said, "Xiao Jiu, am I more charming when I'm drunk than usual? Do you like me more?"

He bent down and picked up Xun Zhan on his back. The lantern was held by the drunk man and was shaking.

"Why did you come here today?"

If you don't come, Xia Yu will consider finding someone else to warm the bed.

Xia Yu was used to sleeping with someone holding him, and suddenly he had to sleep alone. He always felt the quilt was cold and he couldn't fall asleep.

This reminded Xun Zhan of something important: "Xiao Jiu, it's so cold, you shouldn't go to the palace for the morning court."

"What those people said is meaningless."

"Besides, you have gained some weight with great difficulty, but if you catch a cold, you will lose all that weight again."

"If I don't go, and you don't come every night, then I'll be alone..."

Xia Yu hesitated to speak, feeling a little aggrieved.

Xun Zhan stared at Xia Yu's red earlobe for a while, and then stared directly at Xia Yu's earlobe.

First bite, then suck, then hold.

Finally, after satisfying his appetite, he blew it gently with heartache.

With the intention of making amends, he lost some of his resolve due to the drunkenness: "If you don't go to court, I will come to sleep with you every night, even if I'm drunk."

Xia Yu, whose ears were originally red, now had a red face as well.

"You're not coming because you're drunk?"

"Yeah." Xun Zhan was relieved and nodded: "Xiao Jiu is not a wine pot and doesn't like wine. I know."

Ye Xue stopped, and Xia Yu suddenly didn't want to go back to the house, so he slowly walked around the main courtyard.

"It's snowing these days. Does your leg hurt?"

Xun Zhan tightened his arms around Xia Yu's neck and said, "Xiao Jiu, it hurts a little, but those old guys are not good people. Not only do they force me to drink every day, they also bring some vulgar women to sit next to me."

He covered his mouth with one hand, not his own mouth, but Xia Yu's mouth.

"You are not allowed to tell Xiaojiu. Xiaojiu will be upset if he hears this."

If he wasn't drunk, how could he tell Xia Yu about his real grievances?

"Xun Zhan, I will be fourteen after the Chinese New Year. Since I am fourteen, can I be considered fifteen?"

His voice became a little higher, and he asked, "Oh... is that still my Xiaojiu?"

"Xun Zhan, I don't like wine, but I like it even when you're drunk."

"Oh... am I more charming after I got drunk?"

Everything returned to the original starting point: "Yes, Master looks better when he is drunk."

"Prettier than Xie Nanxing?"

Xia Yu chuckled: "Yes, Master is the best looking."

Xun Zhan was satisfied: "Then remember to call yourself sick and stay away from court from tomorrow onwards, and wait for me to come back home every day."

Xia Yu nodded and asked again: "Xun Zhan, tell me, have you done anything bad without telling me?"

After this question was asked, no one answered.

The person behind me, his breathing has become long.

He carried the man back to the room, untied his crown and took off his official robes, and personally used a handkerchief to wash Xun Zhan.

Getting into the bed and hugging Xun Zhan, Xia Yu kissed Xun Zhan on the center of his eyebrows.

"Master, thank you for your hard work."

"Xiaojiu, you are so kind."

The person who should have been asleep was smiling with his eyes closed, looking a little silly and sweet.

Even the words he spoke with a big tongue were particularly touching: "Xiao Jiu, I like you so much."

"Master, I like you too."

"Then don't listen to Shen Jinmo. Don't go to court from now on. Stay at home every day and grow fat."

Xia Yu's eyes widened, and then he started laughing.

The drunken master is quite entertaining.

"Then Xiaojiu will listen to the Master?"

"Need not."

The drunk man said after a long while: "Xun Zhan must listen to Xiao Jiu."

"After that, you have to come even if you are drinking."

Asked: "Master, have you remembered it?"

He nodded and locked Xia Yu in his arms: "A Zhan, remember."

The next morning, Xia Yu handed a sign to the palace as Xun Zhan wished and asked for leave on the grounds of illness.

After the morning court session that day, Eunuch Lin brought the imperial physicians to Prince Ming's mansion. The physicians could not find any illness after taking Prince Ming's pulse, but they still prescribed medicine according to the reason given by Xia Yu.

After all, who doesn’t want to be lazy sometimes?

Xia Yu learned about the fact that Mo Ping was holding a wooden sign and looking for the meaning of the sign among the nobles in the capital of God on the afternoon of the day he took leave.

Without telling anyone else, because Mo Ping was too busy and confused to tell them in advance, the servant of Xie Mansion went directly to Ming Wang Mansion with the rubbings.

Xia Yu had nothing to do so he took a look himself.

After casually asking about the origin of this thing, Xia Yu sent the servant away.

"Come here, keep an eye on the Xie Mansion at all times, and report to me immediately if anything happens."

If Xun Zhan hadn't given him that instruction last night, Xia Yu would have just looked at it and would not have had any other intentions at all.

But since even Xun Zhan had to remind him of this, Xia Yu had to pay more attention to it.

All kinds of gossip in Luoan spread faster than official documents. Just as Mo Ping returned home with the final translation, the people of this divine capital were talking about this wooden sign and Xie Nanxing.

"Did Xie Nanxing find that wooden sign from the Grand Tutor's Mansion?"

"Shen Jinmo is definitely going to die, why is Xie Nanxing still making such a fuss?"

"I heard that the words on the wooden sign are from the Eastern Japanese. Who knows what Xie Nanxing is up to."

"Dongyo, isn't that the disgusting thing that attacked us on New Year's Eve?"

"Yes, the wooden sign contains the method of building a warship. We have not been able to prevent that group of people from going without return, but the warship has not been built yet."

"The Grand Tutor is the teacher of Prince Han. It is possible that when Shen Jinmo went to kill the Grand Tutor, the Grand Tutor was leaning over the desk looking for a strategy to defeat the enemy."

"Back then, the Marquis Zhongqin wanted to destroy the Eastern Japanese to avenge his wife. The Grand Tutor knelt in the palace for a month to persuade the Emperor to wipe out these treacherous villains in one fell swoop."

"But the emperor still summoned the loyal and diligent marquis back to the capital because the Eastern Japanese surrendered and the treasury was empty."

"Looking back now, if we had wiped them out at once, we wouldn't be in this situation of being controlled by others."

"Alas, Master, your life was truly miserable. You devoted yourself to the country and died for it, but in the end, you died at the hands of your disciple whom you loved sincerely."

"If it weren't for the injustice that happened to you, Master, you might have lived to see the end of the Eastern Japanese invasion."

For a while, the people of Luoan missed and remembered Wu Cixiu even more, and naturally, they hated Shen Jinmo even more.

Even in the heavily guarded Dali Temple, people lined up every day to loudly curse Shen Jinmo.

Seeing that public opinion had fermented to another extreme, Xie Nanxing realized that it was time to close the net that had been cast.