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

After the New Year's Eve palace banquet ended, Xia Hong entered the bedroom holding a memorial submitted from Xie's house.

The shackles on Xia Hong's eyes, which were slightly drunk, loosened, and a smile appeared in his eyes when he saw Zhong Yuanyuan.

"Sister-in-law, Wang Heng is getting wilder and wilder. He took his young husband out to travel after he was released from prison. He killed him first and asked me to report later."

Zhong Yuanyuan first made some hot tea for Xia Hong, and then took the memorial from Xia Hong: "It's good for him to go. If he were here now, the people of Manluoan would not be able to celebrate the New Year."

Without the presence of Shen Jinmo, the people of Luoan City could not concentrate their resentment in one place, thus avoiding irreparable chaos.

He drank a mouthful of strong tea, and the drunkenness dissipated a little: "Since my eldest sister-in-law said it's okay, then I won't punish him."

Zhong Yuanyuan picked up the handkerchief from the table and as she threaded the needle, the outline of the embroidery began to take shape.

The man who had no gold thread and was unwilling to embroider the dragon robe anymore now sketched a golden dragon on the handkerchief.

Holding Zhong Yuanyuan's hands that were holding the line, Xia Hong squatted at Zhong Yuanyuan's feet, showing his dependence on Zhong Yuanyuan.

"Sister-in-law, look at the young people nowadays. They know how to enjoy life much better than we did back then."

When Zhong Yuanyuan was grabbed, the needle tip pierced her palm, leaving a small red dot.

Zhong Yuanyuan took her hand back as if nothing had happened and continued to embroider the golden dragon: "This court is nothing without Wang Heng. If the emperor, the ruler of this country, becomes a hands-off boss, there may be another wave of turmoil in this country."

The same words spoken by others would naturally be flattery, but when spoken by Zhong Yuanyuan, it would be praise.

As he got older, Xia Hong, who had been squatting for a long time, sat down on the ground leaning against Zhong Yuanyuan's knees.

"I have never traveled with my eldest sister-in-law before. When the war against the Japanese is over, the shipbuilding method will have made great progress. Then I will take my eldest sister-in-law to the south of the Yangtze River."

Going to the south of the Yangtze River was a wish that Zhong Yuanyuan and Xia Qi had made together.

"I haven't seen this land for a long time. Now that I think about it, I have almost forgotten what the sky outside the imperial city looks like."

The faint smile in his voice made Xia Hong turn his head. Looking at Zhong Yuanyuan who was smiling with her brows lowered, Xia Hong's emperor's heart was also in turmoil.

This was the first time in all these years that Zhong Yuanyuan smiled sincerely at Xia Hong.

"Sister-in-law, you have to think carefully. Among all these vast mountains and rivers, which place is the most pleasing to you?"

He raised his drooping eyebrows and looked at the setting sun blocked by the clouds.

Zhong Yuanyuan seemed to be telling Xia Hong what she hoped for, or repeating what she had said before.

"The Jiangnan water town is a prosperous place, and the soft Wu dialect is everywhere. If you are lucky enough, you should go and enjoy it."

"In the early years, I fought my way into this imperial capital from the mountains and sand dunes. The wilderness and grasslands of the northwest were also fascinating."

It was rare to hear that Zhong Yuanyuan wanted something, so Xia Hong naturally tried his best to fulfill her wish.

"Xiao Linzi, remember this well."

"Wang Heng has been to Jiangnan. When he returns, let him prepare all these things."

"Don't worry about the money. It will all come from my private treasury."

The masters within the palace walls were unfolding the map of Daxia's territory and gathering together to plan their journey for the future.

Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing had already jumped out of the cage of the imperial city and were moving slowly among the mountains and rivers.

The four carriages for this trip were different from those in the past.

The first carriage had all the tables and chairs removed and then covered with thick mattresses so that Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing could lie down and rest when they were tired.

Even when they arrived at a place where there were few inns, they could simply choose to spend the night in the carriage.

The second carriage was similar to the previous ones. When the two masters woke up, they could move into it and enjoy the scenery.

But in the few days since leaving the capital, the second carriage has never been used.

The third carriage was filled with Xie Nanxing's usual stuff, ensuring that Xie Nanxing could rest comfortably no matter where he was.

As for the last carriage, it is a place for the servants to take turns to rest.

The weather was nice, and the afternoon sun shone into the carriage. Xie Nanxing was still sleeping in Shen Jinmo's arms.

Since leaving the Divine Capital, Xie Nanxing has actually never woken up.

Occasionally he would wake up slowly, drink some soup, and fall asleep again without saying a word.

The carriage stopped at an inn. Shen Jinmo asked Mo Ping to take the servants to the inn to have a meal first, while he continued to lie in the carriage holding Xie Nanxing.

Eating is important, but it is more important to let Xie Nanxing have a good rest, as he has been living in fear for the past few months and has to go to the cell and try his best to cheer himself up whenever he has a little free time.

After the servants finished their meal, Mo Ping returned the warm jade food box he had obtained from the Minister of Revenue's house to the carriage and continued to lead the convoy towards the destination.

The farther away from Luoan, the more rugged the official road becomes. No matter how good Mo Ping's driving skills are, the carriage will still be bumpy.

"Well... Shen Jinmo... stop making trouble..."

I swear to God, after Shen Jinmo returned home from the dungeon, he only allowed Xie Nanxing to drag him to the hot spring to have some fun once.

After that, during the days on the road, Shen Jinmo never touched anyone, and even if he occasionally wanted to kiss her when she was attracted by him, he was too careful to wake her up.

Therefore, when this confused moaning sound came out, Shen Jinmo's reaction was indeed extremely intense.

The place that was pressing against Xie Nanxing was naturally uncomfortable, but Shen Jinmo was reluctant to push Xie Nanxing out of his arms, so he simply wrapped Xie Nanxing and the quilt twice.

The scenes in the dream were replaced by a soft quilt. Xie Nanxing frowned and opened his eyes, with a look of anger and confusion between his brows.

It was as if Shen Jinmo had taken away his beloved thing.

"Where is Shen Jinmo, who is so big like me?"

Pushing Shen Jinmo, Shen Jinmo in the bright and strange dream said stingily: "Give it back to me quickly, I need it if you don't need it."

The person in front of me, whose hair is a little messy, is extremely lovable.

Shen Jinmo put one hand into the quilt, held Xie Nanxing's hand and put it into his lapel.

He held her tighter in his arms and said lovingly, "Yes, yes, dear, I'll be there anytime you want."

Xie Nanxing squeezed his palms hard until he was sure that it was really the thing he had spoiled, then he closed his eyes contentedly.

After nestling in Shen Jinmo's arms for a few times, Xie Nanxing fell into a deep sleep again.

Shen Jinmo, whose life force was being held by Xie Nanxing and who had no way to release it, had a gloomy look in his eyes.

Shen Jinmo snorted helplessly, and the curve of his mouth could be called bitter sweetness.

I can give my life to Xie Nanxing, let alone my life essence?