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The sunny days were gone in a flash, and the wind and snow once again took over the capital of God at the end of the year.

After being busy for a whole year, the people of Luoan rarely have some free time. While every household is busy getting rid of the old and welcoming the new, they will also take their children and grandchildren to take sacrificial items and go to the ancestral tombs to worship their ancestors.

This year is different from previous years. Those ordinary people who have surplus food at home will bring two sacrificial offerings.

Even those who live in poverty and can barely make ends meet would burn three more sticks of incense when they worship their ancestors.

One is for their ancestors, and one is for the old man whose soul has finally gone to an unknown place.

Xie Nanxing and Lu Bai stood on the top of Meishan Mountain, with their hands clasped together, looking at the endless incense burning below the mountain.

Not knowing where the green mountain that the Taifu was talking about would end up in the mountains and rivers, Xie Nanxing could only look up at the sky.

Amid the tears, three incense sticks, along with the incense from the human world, went straight to the heaven.

"You said so many people are paying tribute to the Grand Tutor. Maybe everyone is telling the Grand Tutor that Shen Jinmo will be beheaded after the Lantern Festival."

"Do you think the Master will really believe it?"

It was a while after the conversation ended that Lu Bai realized that Xie Nanxing was asking about him.

"will not."

Lu Bai didn't understand Wu Cixiu, but Lu Bai trusted Shen Jinmo very much.

"The master has nine lives. If he doesn't want to die, no one can kill him."

When these words came out of Lu Bai's mouth, they were not exaggerations, but simple statements of facts.

In the past ten years, Shen Jinmo has escaped death too many times.

There are so many people that Lu Bai, who has been protecting Shen Jinmo for many years, feels that Shen Jinmo can turn danger into safety no matter what the situation is.

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Lu Bai felt that Xie Nanxing was becoming more and more like Shen Jinmo, who was always scheming and ruthless, and would always draw blood when he took action.

But the two of them are still different.

One of them was smiling and doing things to win people's hearts, while the other one had a fierce look and was doing things to kill.

He turned around and walked down the mountain along the sparsely populated path. Xie Nanxing's body couldn't stand being exposed to the mountain wind for too long.

After Wu Cixiu has seen the worldly affairs today, Xie Nanxing will be able to have something meaningful to say in his dreams tomorrow.

"Has Lu Chi's matter been dealt with?"

"The two sub-masters submitted their corroborative evidence. Xia Ling sent someone to kill him and silence him. We killed him before they did."

"Just when we were cleaning up the bodies, their people rushed over and there were casualties on both sides after the fight."

If they dare to kill people, it means they are satisfied with the evidence.

After returning to Xie's house, Xie Nanxing called everyone into the house.

The floor heating blocked the cold, and those people who were busy outside started sweating after staying in the house for a while.

Xie Nanxing sat in a rocking chair, closing his eyes and rocking gently to the sounds of people reporting.

There was a sense of cleverness in her comfort, as if she didn't take the news to heart at all.

After Yang Huai finished his last sentence, Xie Nanxing lazily opened his eyes.

Xie Nanxing pulled up the leather covering his chest, but still felt a little cold.

"Sort out all the evidence and bring it to the palace gate before the court tomorrow morning."

Xie Nanxing didn't say what he was going to the palace gate for, but Mo Ping immediately felt his scalp tighten.

He knelt on his knees and placed his hands on the armrests of the rocking chair: "Master, are you going to beat the drum of the nations?"

After Mo Ping said this, Yang Huai immediately confirmed that Xie Nanxing was indeed going to do this.

Now everyone wants to kill Shen Jinmo, and Xie Nanxing can only overturn this case completely through interrogation by all officials.

Squatting beside Xie Nanxing, Yang Huai said in a coaxing tone: "Master, beating the drum of the people will result in thirty lashes, which is not worth the loss. Let's go to the Dali Temple to seek justice."

Xie Nanxing sat up straight and patted Yang Huai on the head: "With the public pointing fingers, no one in the Dali Temple dares to try this case."

The common people are suing the officials, and the one they are suing is this great tutor who has made a name for himself in the history books. No one in this world dares to judge this case except the Imperial Palace!

Mo Ping racked his brains and said hurriedly, "I will ask the princess to seek justice for you."

"The relationship between mother and son has been severed. The princess has no right to present evidence in this matter."

"And King Ming, yes, and King Ming, King Ming has always treated you very well, he will definitely be willing to help you."

"From the moment I chose to stay in the Divine Capital, I am no longer the companion of the Ming King, and the Ming King and I have nothing to do with each other anymore."

All roads lead to the imperial palace, but none of them can be walked on by Xie Nanxing, a commoner without official status.

As a man, even if he married a top-ranking official of the dynasty, not a single bit of the glory that belonged to Shen Jinmo could be shared with Xie Nanxing.

From the beginning to the end, all Xie Nanxing had was half of Shen Jinmo.

The other half has long been promised to this land.

Xie Nanxing stood up from the rocking chair and helped Mo Ping, who was kneeling on the ground, up: "Shen Jinmo and I have already fallen into the mud. Not to implicate others is the last kindness in our hearts."

Mo Ping knelt down again, hugged Xie Nanxing's legs and cried miserably: "If something happens to you, how will you let me live?"

"Nonsense, if he lives well, I will live well too."

"Master, if you insist on doing this, I will go to the prison tonight to complain to you."

These words were said by Yang Huai.

After listening to this, Xie Nanxing walked to the door and looked at the snow in the courtyard: "If you want to stop me, then change the master."

The heads that were raised in the house drooped down one by one, and the tears that fell on the soft carpet could not protect Xie Nanxing's helplessness.

In the past, Xie Nanxing did only give Shen Jinmo the opportunity to save him, but wasn't the fact that only Shen Jinmo could protect Xie Nanxing?

Taking out the handkerchief from his sleeve, Xie Nanxing turned around and helped Mo Ping up again, wiping the blood off Mo Ping's forehead with a smile.

"Go ahead, don't let me get beaten for nothing and lose the lawsuit."

"Doctor Cheng has already come. I think I will be awake when Shen Jinmo returns home."

Yang Huai knew that Xie Nanxing had made up his mind, so he held back his tears and dragged Mo Ping out of the house and into the warm room in the main courtyard.

Halfway through the discussion, Yang Huai entered the bedroom carrying a teapot. At this time, Xie Nanxing was concentrating on writing a petition, and Xiao Gao was silently picking up the wasted rice paper on the ground.

In the entire Xie Mansion, no one was sobbing, no one was making noise, and no one was crying.

After pouring ginseng tea for Xie Nanxing, Yang Huai left again.

Standing at the gate of the main courtyard, Yang Huai thought of Han Zhou.

If Han Zhou were in the Divine Capital today, he would ignore all the ups and downs in the Divine Capital and bring the evidence in Xie Nanxing's hand to Xia Hong.

Even if it concerns Wu Cixiu.

Even if I lose this lawsuit, I will be ruined.

Yang Huai once had a selfish fantasy: why didn't his master meet a man like Han Zhou from the very beginning?

This world is so cruel to his master.