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

There is a Dragon Boat Festival every year, and we pray for good health every day.

Xie Nanxing got up very early today. After a long time, he stood in front of the bronze mirror and dressed himself up to look like spring.

The light green outer robe is worn with a moon-white lining. The hem of the skirt is embroidered with swimming fish and calamus. The wide sleeves are decorated with winding vines dotted with many small flowers.

The newly made hairpin on her head was decorated with a lifelike pink and white peony carved into it.

There are a few small rice dumplings and a small wine pot hanging on the colorful rope wrapped around her hands. The sachet tied on the Ruyi buckle around her waist is also different from the usual ones. It is specially made to look like a soft and glutinous rice dumpling.

With his clothes untied, the morning breeze of the Dragon Boat Festival blew, and the bitter aroma of medicine lingered with the fragrance of flowers, becoming the most vibrant ray of vitality in Luoan City.

In his hand he was holding another string of colorful rope that looked like the one on his wrist. After waiting in the house for a while, he would go to the door to take a look for himself.

The sun climbed up the sky, and Shen Jinmo, who had just returned from patrolling and deploying defenses in Yuhe River, rode home on horseback.

When Mo Ping ran forward and pushed open the half-open door, Xie Nanxing, who was sitting in the pavilion, was being coaxed by Yang Huai to eat breakfast snacks.

The hand on the gate was not put down for a long time. The eyes that should have been respectful were absent-minded at this moment. The saliva that was swallowed subconsciously was the purest appreciation of beauty.

Shen Jinmo kicked Mo Ping, causing him to stagger. The moment he walked into the yard, Xie Nanxing put down the pastries and jumped directly into Shen Jinmo's arms, just in time to stop Shen Jinmo from kicking him again.

"Shen Jinmo, have a happy Dragon Boat Festival."

Leng Mouran smiled: "My dear, have a healthy Dragon Boat Festival and live a long and worry-free life."

He raised the colorful rope in his hand and said, "Put me down first, and I'll tie it for you."

"No."

He carried Xie Nanxing into the pavilion, pressed her on his legs, and stretched out his hand to Xie Nanxing: "Mine, don't let others see it."

Xie Nanxing raised the hand that Shen Jinmo had tied the colorful rope to, and smiled: "Shen Jinmo, do I look good today?"

"It looks good. Very good. Especially good."

It was so beautiful that Shen Jinmo didn't want anyone to see it.

"Then I'll just show you, okay?"

Hearing this, Shen Jinmo turned to look at Mo Ping who was being helped up by Yang Huai: "I'll give you a day off today, don't stay at home."

"Hahaha." Xie Nanxing laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward: "Shen Jinmo, you are really stingy."

He hid the person tightly in his arms: "Xie Nanxing is mine."

"What's yours is yours."

He took the snack and fed it to Shen Jinmo: "Eat quickly. When you return from the cruise and the crowds disperse, we can rent a boat and go boating on the lake alone."

Shen Jinmo thought about today's events and took a long breath: "The imperial boat is much higher than the other painted boats, so the view is better and you can see more excitement."

"I won't go." Xie Nanxing's bright eyes rolled around: "If others see me in this beautiful state, my husband will be angry."

He raised his hand and pinched the soft flesh on his waist: "This year, the gods are used to being suppressed. Before the parade today, there are also dragon boat races between the sons of nobles and the common people. It is much more lively than in previous years."

"Is that so..." Xie Nanxing brought tea to Shen Jinmo to rinse his mouth: "Then if others see Mr. Shen's husband, wouldn't Mr. Shen be at a great loss?"

"You are still mine even if others see you."

Holding Shen Jinmo's cheeks with both hands, he pressed a touch of warmth on Shen Jinmo's forehead: "Our Shen Jinmo is really generous."

Xie Nanxing didn’t know whether others were sinking into all kinds of bitterness, but his Shen Jinmo had already embraced the greenery and enjoyed the gentle breeze.

The better their lives are, the more powerful response they can make to past harm.

Xie Nanxing is not only good-looking today, but will be good-looking every day in the future.

Anyway, no one in the Man Shen City would be bold enough to snatch someone from Shen Jinmo just because he is good-looking.

The generous Lord Shen changed the originally planned horseback tour of Luoan into a carriage trip, and everyone in the main courtyard except Mo Ping got a day off.

However, Xia Hong was away, and Yang Huai had nowhere else to go on this day off, so Yang Huai kindly took over Mo Ping's job and let Mo Ping find someone to comfort his injured butt.

When the carriage stopped at the boarding gate of the imperial barge, all the civil and military officials in the court had arrived.

Shen Jinmo was the first to get off the carriage. Yang Huai handed the open umbrella to Shen Jinmo. The moment Xie Nanxing stepped out of the carriage, he was completely shielded by Shen Jinmo's umbrella.

Lord Shen's generosity seems a bit forced.

Cheers of "Long live the emperor" could be heard from afar. Zhong Yuanyuan and Xia Yu stood beside Xia Hong. They boarded the pleasure boat amid cheers that were even more lively than in previous years.

With the imperial carriage in front, the umbrella that was covering Xie Nanxing's face should be retracted.

When all the ministers stood up after bowing, everyone's attention was drawn to Xie Nanxing. Even the common people along the coast fell silent after catching a glimpse of Xie Nanxing's expression.

They didn't see Xie Nanxing and his people often, but they had mostly heard of the kneeling in the long streets last winter and the overturning of the case in the Golden Palace before the end of the year.

How could she become so beautiful in just half a year, amidst all the abuse and curses from the gods, that no other god could compare to her?

The more you curse, the better it looks; the more you curse, the greater the grace. Where does this logic come from?

Those people who were originally planning to curse the couple during the parade simply swallowed the dirty words they were about to utter.

Even the hatred in those eyes began to subside.

They are not stupid. They know that this will only make life better for this couple, so why should they rush to help them?

Xie Nanxing snuggled in Shen Jinmo's arms, sitting in front of the red lacquered guardrail, taking in all these changes.

Xie Nanxing put away the oil-paper umbrella that Shen Jinmo was holding, and revealed his whole self, feeling the frank envy of the people around him, and enjoying the increasingly lively scene before his eyes.

"Sir Shen, I might really be very beautiful."

"That's natural."

These words were not said by Shen Jinmo, but by Xia Yu with a stern face and a cold voice.

"In this divine city, not to mention men, even women can't compare to you in the slightest."

"With your eyes that are always full of brightness, whenever you smile, the imagination of the people in this world about the god will be that of you."

Just as Xia Yu finished speaking, Xun Zhan, who was called by Dao Yu to give him some instructions for his recent excessive movements, quickened his pace and rushed over.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

It took a few dry coughs to bring Xia Yu, who had to look at Xie Nanxing a few more times even if he passed Shen Jinmo, back to his senses.

"Your Majesty, I think the scenery over there is unique and more suitable for watching the boat race. Why don't you come with me over there?"

Xia Yu frowned and said in a calm voice, "Please lead the way, Lord Xun."

Bringing him to the place where the boat curtain was hidden from people, Xun Zhan directly pushed Xia Yu against the thick red pillar and asked, "Who were you looking at just now?"

Xia Yu widened his misty eyes, thought for a long time, and then pretended to be surprised and asked: "Master, are you jealous?"

Xun Zhan frowned: "Stay away from him, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Yu bumped into him and kissed Xun Zhan: "Kiss you, don't be jealous, okay?"

He withdrew the hand that had trapped Xia Yu, and covered his lips in a daze.

Xia Yu came up again and kissed Xun Zhan on the cheek: "If you're jealous again, I'll let you do whatever you want tonight, okay?"

Xun Zhan's cheeks flushed red. He turned around and lifted the curtain, letting the river breeze dispel the heat on his cheeks.

When he turned around and glared at Xia Yu, he saw a gleam in Xia Yu's eyes.

Little liar, intentional.