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

Summer rain comes quickly and goes away quickly.

When Shen Jinmo was led back to the room by Xie Nanxing, the servants of the Xie Mansion were already sweeping the leaves blown down by the wind and rain with brooms.

Xie Nanxing nestled in Shen Jinmo's arms and looked at the leaves on the ground: "Shen Jinmo, why do I feel like autumn is almost here?"

"almost."

This is a double entendre. What is coming fast is not only the arrival of autumn, but also the change in the situation in the army.

"When autumn gets stronger, we'll go hunting."

Xie Nanxing was somewhat uninterested: "My husband is a hunter. You are not interested in hunting, and I don't like it very much either."

"This matter is led by Eunuch Lin, with assistance from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. We estimate that when Han Zhou returns to the Divine Capital, it will be the most suitable time for hunting."

So he was going to act.

Xie Nanxing cleared his throat and immediately became interested: "A Ping, hurry to Wanbao Pavilion and buy me all those beautiful jewels. Then I will have to change into two new sets every day."

"Xiao Gao, call the shopkeeper of Qicai Pavilion over here and ask him to make me some nice riding clothes. It doesn't matter if they cost money or not, but I must make sure that once I wear them, I can earn back face for my husband."

"And you all, make two new sets of clothes, so as not to be outdone by others."

While Xie Nanxing was busy making arrangements, Yang Huai was walking towards the bedroom carrying a bag.

Just by listening to his master's pleasant voice, the fatigue on Yang Huai's face disappeared immediately.

He took off his bag and greeted the two masters: "Greetings, Masters, and Your Excellency."

"Oh, whose son is this? Not only has he become darker, but he's also become thinner?"

Yang Huai put the bag in Xie Nanxing's hand: "You haven't gotten much darker, and you don't look fatter, but you're still a little heavier."

"That's bad. Suiyi just got whipped a hundred times. I don't think he can hold you anymore."

The smile on Yang Huai's face froze for a moment, and his brows couldn't help but frown.

Xie Nanxing took the initiative to bring it up, so naturally he wanted Yang Huai to go and take a look: "Go home, be careful, don't let Rang find out."

Yang Huai retreated and said, "Master, I will go home first. You need me for something."

Xie Nanxing withdrew his gaze from Yang Huai and opened the bundle with his own hands.

He put the medicine bottle aside first, then spread out a set of underwear that looked very thin but was somewhat heavy, felt it up and down for a while, and used a pair of scissors to cut open a few slightly thicker places.

A letter written on a strip of cloth was pieced together, and through this letter Xie Nanxing learned the purpose of the dress and the bottle of medicine.

The constant swallowing of saliva revealed Xie Nanxing's current hesitation.

How could Xie Nanxing not be nervous doing this under Xia Hong's nose?

"Good boy, did you remember it?"

Xie Nanxing nodded: "Shen Jinmo, I'm a little scared."

Shen Jinmo set the scraps of cloth on fire and watched them burn to ashes before letting Mo Ping take them out and bury them.

He rubbed Xie Nanxing's forehead and said, "Don't be afraid. As long as you don't treat everything that happens next as a play, there won't be any trouble."

No matter how realistic the performance is, it's still a play.

In front of Xia Hong, the only way to avoid being exposed is to treat everything as facts.

Xie Nanxing sat facing Shen Jinmo. In Shen Jinmo's eyes full of encouragement and trust, he failed to find peace of mind, but he found the courage to win.

He couldn't lose every day that followed.

If he lost, it would mean Han Zhou's death, it would mean Xia Che's day of entering the Divine Capital would be delayed indefinitely, and it would also mean Shen Jinmo would be stuck in the quagmire and it would be unknown when he could get out.

"Xie Nanxing, don't be afraid. It doesn't matter if you lose."

After a while, Shen Jinmo said again: "If you lose, I will let you stay by my side forever."

If you lose to Shen Jinmo, you have to choose to sacrifice the rook to save the king. The safest place in the world is next to Shen Jinmo.

If we win, the safest place will become Dingxi County.

His sickly little self should stay in the safest place.

Yang Huai forced himself to calm down and went back to Yang Mansion first. After quickly washing up, he sent away the two servants who were cleaning the yard.

After entering the bedroom, lowering the bed curtains and pressing the mechanism on the bed, Yang Huai went directly through the secret passage into the deserted alley.

Running all the way towards Sui Yi's newly purchased house, Yang Huai did not dare to enter through the main door. Instead, he went straight through the dog hole that was half a person's height.

As soon as he entered the yard, a blade flashing with cold light was taken away at lightning speed.

Yang Huai stood up and looked at Sui Yi, who looked pale after taking off the silver mask: "You are really capable. It's only been a short while since I was away from Shendu, and you have already tortured yourself into this state."

The inner garment that had just been changed not long ago was already stained with a lot of bright red front and back.

When Sui Yi thought of Shen Jinmo, who was dressed in black from head to toe, he had to admit that Shen Jinmo was indeed much smarter than him.

If he had worn a black undershirt today, he might have been able to get away with it.

"It was all done by our own people, so it doesn't hurt."

Yang Huai pursed his lips unhappily and rolled up Sui Yi's sleeves. He couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "Did you ask for a doctor?"

"The Emperor has asked the imperial physician to come and see him. He has prescribed some medicine and it's nothing serious."

Yang Huai didn't dare to touch Sui Yi casually for fear of hurting his wound, so he walked forward by himself: "Are you leaving because you want me to whip you a few more times?"

"Hey, here we come."

After taking a few steps, Sui Yi suddenly let out a hissing sound of pain.

Yang Huai stopped and looked back, feeling helpless about Sui Yi: "Where can I help you?"

"Hands, we can hold hands."

Yang Huai gently put his hand into Sui Yi's palm: "Hold it gently, I'll make you suffer if you break the wound."

"it is good."

Suiyi was very obedient and held the baby lightly.

The person who loved him was back, and he had to take better care of himself.

"I lost my position in the Dark Guards Department. Are you free now?"

"No."

He poured Suiyi a bowl of ginseng soup that he bought at the restaurant and fed it to him with a spoon: "Who has the Dark Guard Division in their hands now?"

"Shen Jinmo."

"Lord Shen?" Yang Huai's voice rose a little: "What does he want this secret guard department for?"

"I don't know, so I have to swallow this dumb loss again."

The secret guards originally sent to the East Territory had been decided, and when Shen Jinmo mentioned it casually, it suddenly became him.

This time, it must be Shen Jinmo who framed him again.

And he had no idea why Shen Jinmo did this.

Sui Yi really suffered a lot on Shen Jinmo's side.

Who made the husband eat his sweetheart so hard?

"Just swallow it."

After Yang Huai finished speaking, he glanced at Sui Yi and sighed softly, "Fortunately, the injury did not fall on Lord Shen, otherwise my master might have fallen seriously ill again."

Sui glanced at Yang Huai.

Yang Huai looked up at Sui Yi with a guilty look. He put down the bowl of soup and kissed Sui Yi generously.

"You are such a fool. You are always bullied by adults. Why don't you learn your lesson?"

Sui Yi felt aggrieved, very aggrieved: "But my brain is indeed not as good as his, there is nothing I can do."

"Okay, okay, let's just stay away from you from now on."

Yang Huai coaxed the man with a soft voice and gently waved a palm-leaf fan with one hand to coax the seriously injured man to sleep.

When he was half asleep and half awake, Sui Yi felt his face was wet.

As soon as the moisture fell, it was gently wiped dry with a towel.

Then he heard someone say, "I have thought of a name for you. If you leave the capital alive, I will tell you."

Therefore, Suiyi must live well.

Live to have your own name.