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The boiling hot tea was poured into two porcelain cups that were left to cool. When the steam from the tea had mostly died down, Xie Nanxing poured the warm tea into Han Zhou's teacup.

Every autumn rain brings a chill. Xie Nanxing, who has a very thin physique, has put on a waistcoat under his robe, and everything he uses during the day to keep warm.

As for Han Zhou, who was a soldier on the march, he would still feel too warm even in the cold winter. Naturally, he couldn't stand such heat.

Looking through the gap in the window and seeing Shen Jinmo running in a thin black brocade outfit, Han Zhou felt sad in his heart and chose to bury his head in his food.

He felt hot in this warm carriage, and Shen Jinmo certainly wouldn't feel comfortable either.

But year after year, day after day, Shen Jinmo was getting used to Xie Nanxing's habits.

After Han Zhou finished a whole plate of pastries, Xie Nanxing took out a bowl of warm bird's nest soup from the warm jade food box.

After finishing the bird's nest, Xie Nanxing took out two plates of candied fruits and handed them to Han Zhou.

Han Zhou didn't call for a stop, so Xie Nanxing pretended not to know Han Zhou's appetite and tried hard to feed him. The food handed to Han Zhou today was sweeter than usual.

Seeing that Han Zhou had eaten most of the food they brought, Xie Nanxing took the fan from Yang Huai and gently fanned Han Zhou, who was sweating profusely.

"You came back with Xia Ling, and he didn't let you eat enough?"

"I don't dare eat what he gave me. I've been eating dry food every day on the road. I dream of eating what you made with your own hands."

Perhaps after today, Han Zhou will never be able to taste the tea poured by Xie Nanxing himself, or the pastries made by Xie Nanxing himself.

Han Zhou's voice was quite loud, so Shen Jinmo, who had amazing hearing, naturally heard it.

The back of his hand knocked on the car window, and the gentle atmosphere when facing Han Zhou turned into peeling.

Pushing the car window open with one hand, Xie Nanxing's sparkling eyes were filled with joking: "Master Shen, do you want to come in and sit with us?"

Shen Jinmo glanced at Xie Nanxing with a warning look, and after receiving Xie Nanxing's glare back, he turned around and showed weakness with a look of grievance.

Out of sight, out of mind. Shen Jinmo turned his head stubbornly and looked into the distance.

Xie Nanxing can't be so good to others, Xie Nanxing can only be so good to him.

"You can eat every day, but you feel unhappy when you give him a meal. You are really stingy."

After mumbling with a smile, Xie Nanxing leaned his elbows on the window, poked half of his head out and began to coax people: "Just give him this meal, and I will only cook for you in the future."

Not a question, but a promise.

From now on, I will only make it for Shen Jinmo to eat. If others eat it, they will naturally be taking advantage of Shen Jinmo.

If Shen Jinmo doesn't let others eat it in the future, Xie Nanxing won't let others touch it either.

Shen Jinmo heard this promise, so he naturally looked at Xie Nanxing and nodded. Han Zhou couldn't see his excited look, but Xie Nanxing saw his eyebrows and eyes curved.

As for what Xie Nanxing said, Han Zhou naturally heard it.

The two people who were about to point their swords at each other because of Wu Cixiu's death, now laughed at the same time because of Xie Nanxing's unbridled preference.

The smile suddenly stopped and Han Zhou felt more nervous.

Standing up and picking up another teapot on the stove that was warming fruit tea, Han Zhou poured a small half cup for Xie Nanxing: "You are not in good health. The hunting place must be windy. Why don't you join in the fun?"

There are some things that Han Zhou actually doesn't want to involve Xie Nanxing.

At least there were some scenes that were too tragic, and Han Zhou didn't want Xie Nanxing to see them.

After seeing too much blood and gore, if Xie Nanxing was frightened to the point of being unable to sleep day and night, his body would surely be worn out.

He held the teacup in both hands and sipped it. When he looked up, he looked satisfied like a kitten stealing some fish: "I've never seen such a lively scene. I've always wanted to take a look."

Not only did Xie Nanxing not want to go himself, he also didn't want Shen Jinmo and Han Zhou to go.

But there is no way out, the game has already started, and everyone has to follow the instructions of the player, and place the pieces where they should, and then surround the enemy to death.

"Why did you decide to pick me up in person today?"

One teapot was empty, Xie Nanxing patted Yang Huai, and a new teapot was brought up.

Xie Nanxing refilled Han Zhou's empty teacup again: "We didn't have a good conversation the last time you came back. I was afraid you would think I didn't consider you a friend."

"I was worried that you would ignore me when I called you."

Han Zhou stared at Xie Nanxing, fearing that Xie Nanxing had not understood his true feelings: "You didn't mean to me last time, so why would I be angry with you?"

Han Zhou would only be angry at Shen Jinmo and would only blame Shen Jinmo.

But after this disaster, he could no longer blame Shen Jinmo.

"You are so careless. You have been thrown out of Xie's house, but you still don't have any temper at all."

Then he pointed at the teacup held by Han Zhou with his folding fan and said, "You don't eat Xia Ling's food at all, but you stuff mine into your mouth without even thinking. Aren't you afraid that I'll poison it?"

Han Zhou raised the teacup and drank the steaming tea in one gulp.

He proved his trust in Xie Nanxing with his actions: "Even if the tea you pour is poisonous, I will drink it."

Xie Nanxing's smile was a little soft and shallow: "This tea was brewed by Ah Huai, not by me."

Han Zhou disagreed: "Ahuai is yours, so the tea I drink is naturally yours too."

As they got closer to the autumn hunting ground, Xie Nanxing asked, "Did you understand what happened at the city gate today?"

Han Zhou hesitated for a long time and chose to confess to Xie Nanxing: "Xia Ling wants to step on me and my sister to climb higher."

Xie Nanxing nodded and warned: "Be smart when you enter the hunting ground. At this point, it doesn't matter whether you bend down or stand up straight. Don't be stubborn, understand?"

Han Zhou's breathing became a little long, his eyes were filled with tears and a smile: "Xie Nanxing, was that the last meal before execution?"

Folding Fan hit Han Zhou's head hard: "If you keep talking nonsense, kid, I'll beat you until you cry."

Han Zhou touched his head and smiled foolishly at Xie Nanxing: "Those things just now were really delicious. The soldiers in my barracks will never be able to eat such delicious food in their lifetime."

There was a sense of arrogance in his words, and all the reluctance and unwillingness were forcibly locked away, not letting Xie Nanxing see it at all.

The carriage stopped and the royal guards guarding the hunting ground came forward and knelt down to salute Shen Jinmo.

Han Zhou handed the teapot from Yang Huai to Xie Nanxing: "Xie Nanxing, pour me a cup of tea."

This time, Xie Nanxing refused: "You know how jealous Shen Jinmo is. I'll pour you another cup of tea. When the hunt is over tomorrow, he will definitely deal with me when he gets home."

Han Zhou picked up the teapot and forced it into Xie Nanxing's hand, pointing at the porcelain cup in front of him: "Xie Nanxing, pour it quickly."

This was the first time Han Zhou forced Xie Nanxing to do something since they met.

Shen Jinmo said he would let him live, Xun Zhan smiled and gave him some advice, Xun Lan told him not to be afraid, and Xie Nanxing forbade him to talk nonsense.

How could the promises made one after another by these people who were able to stir up chaos in the capital of God not be indirect evidence that Xia Hong really wanted his life?