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

Han Hou, who had not been seen for a long time, searched around the capital of gods and finally found Han Zhou at the gate of Xie's mansion.

With one hand he picked up the spear thrown at Han Zhou's feet, with the other hand he carried the seriously injured Han Zhou on his shoulder, and, enduring the discomfort in his legs, he walked onto the carriage step by step.

Fuxi drove the carriage towards the clinic. The moment Han Zhou closed his eyes, a line of clear tears and dried blood fell.

"Father, why didn't you save Master?"

"A strategist enters the game with his own body, hoping to win a half move that can defeat heaven for those who come after him."

"Father also knows the purpose of the emperor summoning me back to the capital?"

Han Hou nodded: "Yes."

The night before Wu Cixiu died under Shen Jinmo's sword, he went to the Mansion of Marquis Zhongqin.

The two of them drank and talked happily. Marquis Han listened to Wu Cixiu talk about his life ambitions, and from the satisfaction hidden behind his words, he felt that there would be successors to this country.

If Shen Jinmo really stood against them, Wu Cixiu shouldn't be so generous.

This time, Marquis Han was gambling, gambling with Han Zhou's life.

The result is obvious, he won the bet.

If he really lost the bet, none of them would escape death.

The way of heaven is not blind.

At this point, Marquis Han still didn't dare to tell Han Zhou about Shen Jinmo's position.

Every time someone understands the real Shen Jinmo, Shen Jinmo will be in more danger.

His son lived a pure life and was too open about things.

"Father, what should I do then?"

Han Hou looked down at his son who was lying in the carriage and couldn't stand up straight: "Zhou'er, do what you want to do and walk wherever you want."

"Father, I don't like to change the situation or play with power. I just want to protect the peace of the country."

"Zhou'er, Dad believes that in your lifetime, you will be able to wait for the person who can fulfill your ambitions without you having to play with power."

Even though there is no news from Xia Che, Xia Yu, who held the board for Xie Nanxing in the heavy snow, Xia Yu who was personally taught by Zhong Yuanyuan, and Xia Yu who kept his abilities hidden for many years, is also worthy of being the master of this mountain and river.

After Xia Hong's death, the mountains and rivers regained their vitality.

The dark cloud of power lust still hangs over everyone's head. Han Zhou, who has been to Xie's house and lay under the eaves to watch the moon rise and set, should have figured out his own position of retreat and defense in the old and new chess games.

Tonight is Han Zhou's awakening.

The whereabouts of the court physician were unknown. After knocking on several clinics but finding no doctor willing to open the door for consultation, Marquis Zhongqin looked at Han Zhou who had fainted, and his original composure was shattered.

This is a threat from the king, this is a warning from the superior.

Anyone who touches Xia Hong's people or disrupts his plan will have to gamble with his life.

As the sky gradually brightened, Marquis Han entered the palace and knelt alone outside the Golden Palace for nearly an hour before Shen Jinmo personally brought the imperial physician into Marquis Zhongqin's mansion.

The imperial physician standing behind Shen Jinmo did not dare to go past Shen Jinmo to treat the seriously injured Han Zhou. Whether to save him or not was up to Shen Jinmo.

But Shen Jinmo knew that Xia Hong didn't want Han Zhou to die yet.

As the number of warships increased from one to thirty as they were launched, various possible accidents allowed Han Zhou to save his life.

With one hand slightly raised, three imperial doctors came to the bedside and treated Han Zhou with clear division of labor.

Two cups of tea later, Han Zhou's chest was filled with silver needles and his bloodshot eyes were covered with ointment. Fuxi took the prescription handed over by the imperial physician and ran madly out of the mansion.

Shen Jinmo interrupted the imperial physician's report on Han Zhou's condition and asked, "When will he wake up?"

"Prince Han was seriously injured. He will need at least two or three hours."

The imperial physician raised his head and glanced at Shen Jinmo. He was the one who injured this man. Doesn't he have any idea when he will wake up?

Shen Jinmo will have to go to the palace later: "I don't have that much time, think of a way to wake him up as soon as possible."

The imperial physician wanted to give some comfort from the perspective of a doctor, but when he saw the whip on Shen Jinmo's waist, he rolled and crawled to his knees in front of Han Zhou's bed.

Eighteen silver needles were inserted into the head one after another, and the originally unconscious man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. The imperial physician hurriedly wiped the blood with a handkerchief, lowered his head guiltily, and pulled his colleague out of the bedroom.

The door was closed and everyone in the yard had left.

If Shen Jinmo wanted to talk to Han Zhou, he would be conveying a message to Xia Hong, which was not something they could hear.

The herbs applied on his eyes blocked Han Zhou's vision. The cold aura beside him did not belong to Han Hou. The slightly familiar smell of herbs made Han Zhou understand who was beside him.

"Shen Jinmo, where is my father?"

Without mentioning Marquis Han's helplessness in the capital last night, Shen Jinmo said succinctly: "Kneel outside the Golden Palace. The reason is that you broke into Xie's house yesterday. Marquis Zhongqin failed to teach his son well, so he naturally has to go and apologize."

The chest, which was pierced with silver needles, kept rising and falling, but finally returned to calm.

After last night, Han Zhou learned a word: endure.

Shen Jinmo was satisfied with Han Zhou's transformation: "Han Zhou, I want to make a deal with you."

Instead of answering, he asked, "God, is it you who designed me to come back?"

"No." His voice was crisp and clear, without any hesitation.

Shen Jinmo would never scheme against anyone at the cost of making Xie Nanxing sad.

"But everything that happened after you were thrown out of Xie's house is all of it."

Shen Jinmo's brain would not allow him to guess who was behind Han Zhou's madness last night.

However, Shen Jinmo's identity and interpretation did not allow him to retaliate after knowing the mastermind behind the scenes.

"My father has a bad leg. Please don't make things difficult for him."

"Han Zhou, I don't care whether he comes out of the palace dead or alive. I don't have that much energy to think about it."

Han Zhou smiled bitterly: "What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"

"Han Zhou, this land cannot support your ambitions and aspirations. With your current situation, you are already on the verge of death."

"I can make you live."

The chips Shen Jinmo put out were attractive enough, but Han Zhou did not immediately take the life-saving straw that Shen Jinmo handed over.

"Master risked his life to drag you into this hopeless situation. Why do you think I would help you?"

Shen Jinmo is not a person who likes to follow other people's ideas. He will only firmly convey his own ideas.

And he was also sure that Han Zhou would not refuse.

"Han Zhou, the premise for me to let you live is that you have to protect Xie Nanxing and successfully leave the imperial power's sphere of influence."

In the entire Luoan City, there is no one else like Han Zhou who wants Xie Nanxing to live as much as he does.

"That person, still wants Xie Nanxing's life?"

Shen Jinmo did not respond and stood up from the stool.

He knew that Han Zhou agreed.

He also knew that Han Zhou would definitely agree.

"Shen Jinmo, he even wants to kill Xie Nanxing, why do you still want to be his running dog?"

Without stopping for a moment, Shen Jinmo walked into the warm spring sun and continued on the path he had to take.