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

There is a large piece of wasteland behind the Dali Temple prison martial arts field. It was originally reserved for expanding the prison, but it has been left unused over the years. A few days ago, a wealthy businessman came and said he wanted to rent it, and the Dali Temple was happy to have an extra income.

As soon as the sun, which was rarely seen in winter, came out, the prisoners, who had been locked up in the prison for the entire winter and were already moldy, were forced out by a group of jailers and helped to open up this wasteland.

Shen Jinmo was naturally different from these prisoners. Not only did he not have to weed and chop trees with them, he could also find an open space to lie on a recliner and bask in the sun.

When all the prisoners who had been busy for most of the day lined up to get steamed buns and pickles for lunch, his husband, who was handsome and capable, was walking towards him with a lunch box in his hand, smiling.

He stood up and walked towards Xie Nanxing, took the food box from Xie Nanxing's hand with one hand and put his arm around Xie Nanxing's waist with the other, as if he was strolling in his own garden.

Xie Nanxing tugged at Shen Jinmo's prison uniform with both hands, and pinched the thickness of the clothes around his waist to make sure that Shen Jinmo would not be frozen.

Putting the food for both of them on the wooden table, Shen Jinmo took care of Xie Nanxing as usual and put the tasty dishes in Xie Nanxing's bowl.

Xie Nanxing didn't even look at what was on the plate. He just scooped the food with a spoon and put it into his mouth. When the spoonful of boneless pork ribs was close to his mouth, Xie Nanxing paused.

With quick eyes and hands, Shen Jinmo held Xie Nanxing's hand, which was subconsciously forcing the rice in, and put the spoonful of rice into his own mouth.

He took Xie Nanxing's bowl with one hand and ate all the remaining food in two or three bites.

Shen Jinmo filled Xie Nanxing with half a bowl of rice without any meat in it, and he couldn't bear to look up at Xie Nanxing.

In fact, he really didn't raise Xie Nanxing well.

Ten days have passed since the night when Xie Nanxing killed a chicken to scare the monkeys and captured the hearts of all the secret guards of the Qiling Army.

But Xie Nanxing still couldn't eat any meat.

With Xie Nanxing's physique, how could he get healthier day by day if he didn't eat meat?

But compared to worrying about Xie Nanxing's health, Shen Jinmo was more worried about the heaviness Xie Nanxing was feeling in his heart.

"Shen Jinmo, won't you pick some food for me?"

The chopsticks in his hand were twisted to the point of shaking. Shen Jinmo picked up a piece of Chinese cabbage for Xie Nanxing and said, "You walked so much today. Are you a little tired?"

"If you don't ask when you should, what's the point of asking now?"

"Can you please tell me when is the right time to ask?"

Using a spoon to feed the egg custard into Xie Nanxing's mouth, Shen Jinmo continued the conversation: "When I asked you if you were tired at night, you always said you could do it again and you would never stop until you fainted."

Her eyebrows were smiling, and the tail of her eyes were deliberately raised: "Do you like it?"

"It seems that Shen didn't do enough and didn't let the patriarch see Shen's intentions."

Xie Nanxing glared at Shen Jinmo and said, "Keep your voice down. Don't let others hear it."

His eyes suddenly became sharp, scaring the prisoner who was ten feet behind him, biting a steamed bun and looking at the two men with jealousy and hatred, so much that he lowered his head.

He took another piece of tofu mixed with scallion oil and put it into Xie Nanxing's bowl: "Okay, no one dares to listen anymore, let's continue."

Both of them were trying to cover up the commotion caused by the spareribs with something tender and caring.

Shen Jinmo not only felt distressed for the suffering Xie Nanxing had to endure after overcoming the hardships, but he also blamed himself for not being strong enough.

But Xie Nanxing didn't want to make Shen Jinmo feel sad.

They looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

If burial is unsuccessful, then just feel grief-stricken.

"Although I feel a little disgusted by the sight of meat, I eat eggs every day, so don't worry."

"Xie Nanxing, if you regret it one day, remember to tell me."

Putting the spoon into the bowl, Xie Nanxing stared at Shen Jinmo across from him: "What are you regretting?"

"If you regret it, all the suffering will be in vain."

Imitating Xie Nanxing's tone, Shen Jinmo showed a rare childish look: "Xie Nanxing, you've lost a lot."

The calm warning in his eyes faded, and Xie Nanxing continued to eat: "That's better, you are not a generous person, and I can't stand you being generous."

"Shen Jinmo, I don't think this is bitter. I am just removing all the obstacles that stand in the way of loving my husband."

"Shen Jinmo, as long as you love me, I will always win."

When you love someone, you exhaust all your energy and still feel it is not enough.

Seeing Shen Jinmo pursed his lips, Xie Nanxing took the chopsticks and hit the back of Shen Jinmo's hand: "Eat quickly, it gets cold quickly in winter, eating cold food is not good for your body."

Shen Jinmo obediently picked up the bowl and chopsticks, but the chopsticks still went more into Xie Nanxing's bowl and less into his own bowl.

"Has there been any breakthrough in the case of the Grand Master?"

This question was not asked by Shen Jinmo, but Shen Jinmo was urging Xia Hong to stop.

"It's true that we didn't find any substantial evidence, but the wooden plaque found in the Taifu Mansion did provide me with a lot of ideas, but they are all under verification, so there's no rush."

Shen Jinmo saw that Xie Nanxing had almost finished eating, so he handed a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup to Xie Nanxing.

After Xie Nanxing finished drinking the soup, Shen Jinmo continued, "Since this wooden sign can say that the Grand Master is looking for a way to build a ship, can it also be said that the Grand Master is using the wrong method to build a ship to mislead the Tiger Power Army?"

Xie Nanxing calmly finished the soup, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Is there any trouble in the East Territory?"

After finishing the remaining food in a few bites, Shen Jinmo held Xie Nanxing's hand and walked around the woods, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun.

At first glance, she didn't look like a prisoner, but rather like a nobleman who was out with his husband to enjoy the winter sun.

For the first time ever, the two of them took a walk among the prisoners and jailers. Their intention was naturally not just to enjoy the warm sunshine.

"The first two warships built by Han Zhou both failed in their water tests. This wooden sign may be related to the shipbuilding method. Why don't you write to ask Han Shu and his sister?"

Xie Nanxing nodded: "Even if the wooden sign has some connection with the East Territory, I can't rescue you with just this wooden sign."

Pinching Xie Nanxing's earlobe that was translucent in the sunlight, Shen Jinmo seemed to be grasping a candle flame that would never go out.

The road ahead is not bleak at all.

"Yang Huai has someone who often travels overseas. Ask him to help find a few people who have been to East Japan. Then you can meet with them more often."

Xie Nanxing thought for a long time before speaking again, his voice much louder than before: "Shen Jinmo, you want me to bribe someone to give false testimony and frame Tai..."

Shen Jinmo stopped her from finishing her words with his hand: "Do you want to rescue me from the prison?"

"Of course I do."

"Then, only this road given by God can save me."

After walking for a while, Xie Nanxing felt tired. The two of them left the other prisoners behind and were sent to the dungeon by two jailers.

The prisoners, holding sickles and hoes in their hands, stared at the two men's backs as they left, swinging their weapons much more fiercely than in the morning.

"What is Shen Jinmo up to again?"

"I said he was the reincarnation of a demon. He first deceived the emperor, and now he deceived Xie Nanxing into giving false testimony for him?"

"What perjury are they going to do?"

"Shen Jinmo was imprisoned because of the Grand Master. What do you think they are going to perjure?"

"My father came to visit me yesterday and told me that Xie Nanxing had already presented evidence that the Grand Tutor was indeed killed by Shen Jinmo."

"The notice has been issued. This case cannot be overturned."

The jailer who was watching over the prisoners lashed out with the whip in his hand: "Work hard. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you to death."