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

"Tian Ding, everything I do is for the sake of the superior."

"It was so before, it is so now, and it will be so in the future."

Being a loyal minister and a capable general was Shen Jinmo’s luxury before he was nine years old.

Turning around and leaving, Shen Jinmo gave Tian Ding the peace of mind he wanted.

Wu Cixiu's death had nothing to do with Tian Ding from beginning to end.

That was just the fate of a knife.

Tian Ding rushed into the pavilion quickly, wanting to grab Shen Jinmo's hand, but in the end, he didn't dare.

One of them wanted to write for the people, and the other was a notorious treacherous minister. Their only ending was to go their separate ways.

While Shen Jinmo gave him peace of mind, how could he not expose the desires deep in his soul?

This was the answer he really wanted when he came to Xie Mansion.

"Brother Wang Heng, will we be enemies when we meet in the future?"

Tian Ding doesn't want to become Shen Jinmo's enemy.

But if they didn't become enemies, Tian Ding would never be able to pursue his ideal path in his life.

Without looking back, the cold voice made a naked statement: "Don't tie yourself up with so-called friendship, and don't try to put all moral condemnation on me."

"When people live in this world, everything they do should be in line with their hearts. In the future, please don't come to Xie Mansion again."

With tears streaming down his face, Tian Ding lowered his head and said in a sad voice: "Brother Wang Heng, I am not such a heartless and greedy person."

Today, as I cross this door, there are desires that cannot be analyzed, but how can there not be affection?

Without Shen Jinmo, Tian Ding would just be the useless person who was bullied by the sons of nobles in the Imperial Guard Department.

He once thought that he would spend his whole life wandering the streets of the capital. He planned to go home, away from his official career, and go back home to do business with regrets.

At that time, he didn't even have the courage to refuse to take someone else's turn on duty, let alone the people of the country?

It was Shen Jinmo who gave him a new life.

It was Shen Jinmo who brought him to see the emperor.

It was also Shen Jinmo who helped him achieve his goal by holding the handle.

"Tian Ding, I don't believe in these bloated friendships and promises."

Bound by other people's promises and pinning one's hopes on the person who made the promise is a fatal blow to Shen Jinmo.

He only believes what he believes, listens to what he wants to hear, and does what he wants to do.

If he could speak for the people and write for the mountains and rivers, all the words Shen Jinmo had wasted today would not be in vain.

Shen Jinmo had made up his mind, and it was useless for Tian Ding to try to interfere.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to Shen Jinmo's back: "Sir Shen, I, Tian Ding, will always owe you in this life."

After Shen Jinmo left the backyard, two bodyguards came from the gate, tied up Tian Ding and threw him out of Xie Mansion.

From then on, the Imperial Guard Department and the Imperial Command Department no longer had any connection.

If Tian Ding was smart, he would take up his sword and fight against the Imperial Commander.

Achieving the effect of checks and balances is the foundation for Tian Ding to gain a foothold in this divine capital.

It was late at night. Xie Nanxing, who had promised Shen Jinmo to go back to his room and rest early, was still in the study, his eyes frequently looking at the moonlight outside the window.

Yang Huai put on Xie Nanxing's outer robe and handed the hand warmer to Xie Nanxing: "Master, let's talk while we walk, don't let the master catch us in the act."

Xie Nanxing looked at Yang Huai with approval. With such insight, it seemed that no one in the Xie family could compare to Yang Huai.

He walked out of the study steadily, turned his head and explained to Yang Huai: "The general idea will not go wrong, but the location of the first shop of Sihai Pavilion must be carefully selected."

"My subordinates know."

Yang Huai held a lantern in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other to shield Xie Nanxing from the cold wind: "It will be difficult to gain a foothold in a place like Shendu where the powerful and wealthy gather without a backer."

"It would be difficult for those counties, which were already deeply intertwined, to rise quickly without resorting to personal connections."

"After this screening, there are only a few counties left. In a few days, I will personally inspect several candidate locations."

Xie Nanxing suddenly had an idea: "Go to Dingxi County first and take a look."

"Shen Jinmo had made a big move there before, and those corrupt officials were purged. Even if a new force is formed in a short period of time, it will not be as difficult to pry open as in other counties."

Yang Huai: "Dingxi County is too close to both the western and northern borders. Although the western border was frightened by Marquis Wu'an in the early years, the northern border is ready to make a move, and I am a little worried about chaos."

Xie Nanxing paused for a moment, as he suddenly understood why Shen Jinmo wanted to clean up the bureaucracy in Dingxi County, and why Xia Che and Chen Luo chose to settle in Dingxi County after traveling around the country.

"Ahuai, let's settle in Dingxi County. If you see more sophisticated weapons while trading, bring them to Dingxi County to sell."

"Stock up on more food and herbs."

He raised his hand and patted Yang Huai's shoulder, with a smile on his face in every word: "We might be able to make some money from the war."

What Xie Nanxing was talking about was not getting rich.

Instead, he seemed to have the qualifications to make a move on this chess game of mountains and rivers.

Yang Huai thought about it carefully and felt that Dingxi County was not that bad.

At least the people of Dingxi County still have some silver in their pockets.

Even if a war really breaks out one day and they fail to capture Dingxi County, they can still earn some money for war supplies.

If Dingxi County is conquered, there will be no place suitable for doing business in the territory of Daxia.

As soon as Xie Nanxing entered the courtyard, he saw Mo Ping carrying a change of clothes to the bathroom.

Tiptoeing, Xie Nanxing lowered his voice and asked, "A Ping, Shen Jinmo hasn't returned to the room yet?"

Mo Ping bowed and agreed: "Yes, my lord, you went straight into the preventive bath and only asked me to quietly bring out a set of clothes."

There is usually only one reason why Shen Jinmo does not go to the hot spring pool behind the bedroom to bathe, but insists on coming to the bathroom next to the bedroom to wash.

Shen Jinmo killed someone not long ago and his body was covered in blood.

"Give it to me, I'll take it in, you all should get some rest early."

"Master, the master told me to go and get the clothes quietly."

Isn't it the only Xie Nanxing in the Xie Mansion who needs Mo Ping to act quietly?

"Ok?"

With a tone that was neither too light nor too heavy, Mo Ping lowered his head and held the tray in front of Xie Nanxing.

Yang Huai first took the heater from Xie Nanxing's hand, then pushed open the door of the bathroom. The two of them bowed and watched Xie Nanxing enter the room.

The bathroom door was closed, and neither Yang Huai nor Mo Ping left.

"Manager Yang, I haven't seen you for a while. Are you feeling well?"

Yang Huai is too busy now and is not at home most of the time. Also, since he bought another house, he rarely lives in the house now.

It took Mo Ping such a long time to come back to his senses. This was really the first time he saw Yang Huai.

Yang Huai blew out the lantern and folded up the oil-paper umbrella: "Is Guard Lu and I holding you back together?"

Mo Ping looked up at Lu Bai who was guarding the bedroom, and whispered in Yang Huai's ear, "You don't know, he can be silent all day long."

It's extremely uncomfortable to have a lot of gossip but no one to share it with.