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Swords and knives are merciless on the battlefield. If a soldier who is blinded by killing accidentally injures his comrades, there is naturally no such thing as life in exchange for life.

The hunting ground is another battlefield. If he accidentally encounters an assassin who takes his life, then he can just blame the ferocious beast. That would be the best way.

Nothing is more murderous than this hunting ground filled with wanton young men.

So Han Zhou really wanted to drink a cup of tea poured by Xie Nanxing himself before entering the hunting ground.

Xie Nanxing looked at Han Zhou calmly for a long, long time, so long that even when Shen Jinmo knocked on the car wall to urge him, he did not nod.

Finally, Xie Nanxing put the teapot that Han Zhou handed over back to Yang Huai, turned around and poured a full cup of sweet tea for Han Zhou.

There was something wrong with the teapot that Han Zhou forcibly handed to Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing knew it, and Han Zhou now knew it too.

But Han Zhou believed in Xie Nanxing and would never take his life or hurt him in any way.

Looking up at Han Zhou, the light in his gentle eyes was the same as when Han Zhou first met Xie Nanxing.

It is a vibrant vitality that even a seriously ill and corrupt body cannot restrain.

"Han Zhou, please don't get angry if you eat something sweet."

The slightly raised ending tone made Han Zhou smile so hard that his teeth were exposed.

Han Zhou would drink what Xie Nanxing gave him even if it was poison.

This time, Han Zhou did not lie to Xie Nanxing.

Han Zhou took a sip of the scalding sweet tea and tears welled up in his eyes.

Xie Nanxing hurriedly held the teacup to Han Zhou's mouth: "Hurry up and spit it out, it will burn you."

Han Zhou shook his head and swallowed the sweet tea in one gulp.

In front of Xie Nanxing, he kept fanning his scalded tongue with his hand.

I remember that year, Han Zhou was also in Xie Nanxing's carriage and was scalded to tears by a sip of hot tea.

Xie Nanxing laughed softly. He has really changed a lot over the years.

But the precious things we had before we set out have never changed.

Fortunately, they were so stuck in the mud that they never became the people they hated the most.

The backbone of this Xia Dynasty general was not bent by power.

The people in the carriage were slow to come out, so Shen Jinmo pushed open the door and pulled Xie Nanxing into his arms: "Xie Nanxing, we've been talking for too long today."

Wrapping his hands around Shen Jinmo's neck, Xie Nanxing whispered into Shen Jinmo's ear: "That fool must have kept something back. He might be thinking of dying together with others."

Holding Xie Nanxing and walking forward, Shen Jinmo nodded.

he knows.

He knew everything Han Zhou did.

Except for the last top-secret letter that was sent.

"Put me down quickly, or the emperor will blame me if he sees me."

"No."

"Didn't you insist that I pick up Han Zhou? Why are you angry now?"

"I didn't say I shouldn't pick it up."

Shen Jinmo turned around and gave Han Zhou a contemptuous look: "You have been with him for too long. Now that we are at the hunting ground, you shouldn't stay together anymore."

Xie Nanxing: “Oh…”

Shen Jinmo: "I'm talking to you, and you're still not happy?"

Xie Nanxing: "Then let me tell you, are you happy with it?"

Shen Jinmo: "I am happy to do that, but you can only talk about me, not others."

He took the cloak from Mo Ping and wrapped Xie Nanxing in it: "We still have to walk for a while. You will get tired if you walk too far. I will carry you and you will have enough energy to fly the kite later."

"You have other things to do later, so I won't go flying a kite with others."

Yang Huai, Mo Ping, and Xiao Gao all became bystanders at this moment.

Shen Jinmo, the only person who was with him, was coaxed into submission in no time.

After putting the person steadily on the ground, Xie Nanxing jumped a few times on the ground in his leather boots before handing his hand to Shen Jinmo and walking towards the place where the sun was shining brightly.

Han Zhou looked at the two silhouettes walking in the sun in front of him. The smile on his lips grew higher and higher, while the tears in his eyes grew more and more.

In the distance, the king in bright yellow riding uniform was walking towards him.

Han Zhou suddenly remembered that the premise for Shen Jinmo to protect him was that he had to protect Xie Nanxing.

Xia Hong wants to kill Xie Nanxing.

The curve of the corners of his mouth suddenly froze, and the watery light in Han Zhou's eyes quickly turned cold.

Han Zhou had the idea of ​​assassination. As long as Xia Hong died, everything would be solved.

Looking around at the guards in both light and darkness, Han Zhou lowered his head dejectedly.

Given the current situation, not to mention Han Zhou, even Shen Jinmo can't kill Xia Hong now.

Under the checks and balances of the three forces, some people wanted to kill Xia Hong in order to save their lives, and naturally there were people who were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect Xia Hong in order to gain promotion.

If a person kills a king, he can only pay with his own life and the life of his nine clansmen.

The autumn wind blew, and the cold light was blown away bit by bit. The once unrestrained and frivolous eyes were now filled with submission.

Don't confront, don't be stubborn, just surrender.

We must use kneeling surrender to tell all the soldiers that begging for mercy is useless.

Only by holding the butcher knife can you carve out a bloody path again.

Even though they were still far away, Han Zhou had already put down his silver spear and knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, I, Han Zhou, pay my respects to His Majesty. Long live the emperor."

Xia Hong had been in a good mood during the past few days of hunting. Today, seeing Han Zhou returning, Xia Hong's mood could naturally be described as extremely happy.

No one knew better than him what Han Zhou's willingness to return meant.

He personally walked forward and helped Han Zhou up: "I asked Wang Heng to pick you up early. I was afraid that you and Wang Heng would not want to come with him because of personal grudges. I also asked Wang Heng to take Nan Xing with him."

"That brat is always stingy. If it weren't for me, how could he be willing to let my husband go to meet you?"

Xia Hong was hinting at something, so Han Zhou had to explain why he hadn't returned yet: "Your Majesty, I am because..."

"Stop."

Xia Hong smiled and suppressed Han Zhou's words: "It's rare for me to have some free time to go hunting, I don't want to hear anything about government affairs."

"After entering this hunting ground, just do your best to defeat Wang Heng. As long as you can dampen the arrogance of that brat, I will just pretend that the things that happened to me in the past never happened."

Han Zhou faced Xia Hong with an attitude of submission, and Xia Hong responded with generous amnesty.

If Xia Hong defeats Shen Jinmo, will he let bygones be bygones?

Can you go back on the promise you made in front of all the nobles in the court?

But Xia Hong won't let Han Zhou live.

Han Zhou suppressed all his doubts, and the youthful spirit once again filled his eyes.

Looking up and forward, the red and blue teams were already ready to go, but there was still no one on the horses belonging to the captains of the two teams.

Han Zhou, who had participated in several hunting expeditions, immediately understood the situation in front of him: "I will fulfill my mission and thank the emperor for his grace."

Xia Hong wanted to save Han Zhou's life and gain the reputation of a benevolent monarch, so he naturally couldn't allow himself to have anything to do with the crime of killing loyal and good people.