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

The guards stood up from the ground, looking at Tian Ding's heavy body, and remembered that Tian Ding was summoned to the palace after the parade.

Everything that had happened since the parade rehearsal was lingering in their minds, and their furrowed brows showed that they were still aware of the subtleties at this moment.

They were cheated without realizing it. Now that they know it, they can only swallow the loss in silence.

Those imperial guards are going to completely destroy their Guard Department this time.

"Please punish me, sir!"

"The punishment can be imposed on one person."

Since Tian Ding received the punishment in the palace, he would not impose the same punishment on his subordinates.

Even though he has no identity or background, relying on his loyalty and responsibility, he wants to turn this Guard Department into a rope that can bind the imperial power.

"Next time you do anything, be smarter. If you leave any evidence behind, I will show no mercy."

"Thank you for your protection, sir."

Tian Ding walked past the crowd and got into the carriage parked outside the Guard Department.

The car window was opened, and the direction of Xie's residence was within sight.

This was the last time Shen Jinmo gave him advice.

If Tian Ding, who has cut ties with Shen Jinmo, wants to gain a foothold, he can only do so by constantly targeting the Imperial Command and Shen Jinmo.

His pace in the past was too slow.

Facing the frequent subtle provocations from the imperial guards, he did not dare to confront them because of his relationship with Shen Jinmo. This was a big mistake.

If he had not chosen to confront Shen Jinmo in front of Xia Hong today because of the fear of being beheaded, the Imperial Guard Division would have become a den of filth and dirt in this dynasty.

Otherwise, it will be divided up by various forces, and the Guard Department, which once harbored dirty things, will disappear completely.

Those officials who were beheaded at the Meridian Gate were bloody days.

"Dumplings...Dumplings with thin skin and lots of meat..."

“Small wontons…small wontons that are so delicious that they will make your mouth water…don’t miss them if you pass by…”

The carriage passed by a night market that was only open during major festivals. The smell of fireworks filled with the sounds of hawking along the street reached Tian Ding's ears, reminding him that he had not eaten much today.

"Stop the car. I want to get some snack."

He took off the black gauze hat on his head, used a cloak to cover his official robe, and Tian Ding, holding his purse, went into the crowd in the night market.

"I want a baked sweet potato. It has to be big and sweet."

"Okay." The stall owner responded loudly to Tian Ding while weighing sweet potatoes for the previous customer.

When he turned around and saw Tian Ding, he greeted him familiarly, "Master Tian, ​​are you off duty?"

"When the carriage passed by you, the smell of your roasted sweet potatoes made me hungry."

The stall owner's face, which was illuminated by the charcoal fire, turned even redder. He picked up the biggest sweet potato and without weighing it, he packed it up and handed it to Tian Ding, but he gave back the change that Tian Ding had put down.

"My father's broken leg cost you a lot of money, this sweet potato is just a small token of my appreciation."

Tian Ding peeled the sweet potato and took a bite: "It's so fragrant and sweet. You are really good at roasting sweet potatoes."

"Come back next time for the holidays, and I'll save the biggest one for you."

Tian Ding smiled and nodded, and while the stall owner was not paying attention, he threw the change into his purse.

From roasted sweet potatoes to wontons, and from wontons to candy figurines, the kind calls of "Mr. Tian", the simple smiles, and the faces of those working hard completely dispelled the fog in Tian Ding's mind.

Speak for the people and write for the mountains and rivers.

The people will speak for you and write for you.

From today on, an official who does not have the background and strength of Wu Cixiu will replace Wu Cixiu and become the narrow path from the fields to the temple.

Although it is narrow and winding, it cannot withstand wind and rain.

But as long as Xia Hong is still the master of this world, it is absolutely impossible for him to cut off this road.

Tian Ding found his foothold in this desolate court.

Today, he does have the capital to confront Shen Jinmo.

To become who he is today, he really had no choice but to cut ties with and confront Shen Jinmo.

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Xie Nanxing no longer needs a study companion, and seemingly has nothing to do, so when Xia Hong summoned Shen Jinmo to the palace, he would occasionally summon Xie Nanxing to the palace to accompany Shen Jinmo.

But most of the time, he would be sent out of the palace when the palace gates were locked. Sometimes Shen Jinmo would go home with him, and sometimes Shen Jinmo would come back very late.

This is naturally a grace given to Shen Jinmo, not entirely thanks to Xie Nanxing for accompanying Shen Jinmo.

The chess game has been set up, with Xia Hong and Shen Jinmo sitting on either side of the board. Beneath the seemingly relaxed atmosphere, the offensive and defensive situations are changing frequently.

He sat beside Shen Jinmo bored, and at first he stared at the chessboard, seemingly serious, but in fact he was just counting the number of black and white chess pieces.

After counting for a while, he felt he couldn't figure it out, so he simply turned around and looked through the window to count the stars in the sky.

Although there are more stars than chess pieces, there are fewer variables and they are easier to count.

After dinner, the game of chess that had not been completed before dinner was played for another hour.

Still no winner.

He is a person who has nothing to do with the chess game or the court, but he has not been sent back to Xie's house yet. It is obvious that Xia Hong wants him to hear more things.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of War is sending an urgent message eight hundred miles away."

Xia Hong threw the chess piece in his hand into the chess basket and stood up to take the letter himself.

Xie Nanxing lowered his head, stroked the newly bought jade pendant around his waist, and pursed his lips.

Come on, let’s put on a show for him.

After reading the contents of the memorial word by word, Xia Hong strode up to Shen Jinmo and handed the memorial to him.

"Wang Heng, take a quick look, these siblings really didn't bring shame to our Great Xia."

Shen Jinmo read ten lines at a glance, but did not show the same joy as Xia Hong.

He calmly read the letter and stated the future situation: "Ten warships can directly kill all the bandits left by the Eastern Japanese in our waters. The destruction of the Eastern Japanese is just around the corner."

After this statement was made, all the palace servants inside and outside the Golden Palace knelt down and congratulated him: "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Congratulations, Your Majesty."

For a king of a country, the biggest failure of his life is about to be completely reversed. How can Xia Hong not be happy?

Xia Hong raised his hand slightly and smiled: "Xiao Linzi, reward, everyone reward."

"I thank the emperor for his grace."

Everyone inside and outside the Golden Palace knelt on the ground to express their gratitude. Joy and excitement were mixed in with their words of gratitude, making this already hot summer day even hotter.

But Xia Hong never gets tired of this heat.

"It's getting a little late. Wang Heng and Nan Xing should go back and rest early. I want to tell my eldest sister-in-law the good news."

Before taking a few steps, Xia Hong suddenly turned around to look at the chessboard.

Without saying anything more, he strode towards the bedroom.

The raised eyebrows were full of genuine joy.

Xia Hong completed the business that Xia Qi had not completed until his death.

Zhong Yuanyuan must give him endless praise and admiration.