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

Xie Nanxing did favor Shen Jinmo only, but Xie Nanxing's kindness was shown to many people.

Not to mention things far away, just looking at the place where the campfire was being barbecued, apart from the people serving Xie Nanxing who were eating the meat, the servants of other families were kneeling on the ground roasting the meat.

Even if the master was so full that he couldn't eat any more, they didn't dare to stop grilling the meat, and they didn't dare to put the barbecued meat into their mouths.

Even if these things are thrown to feed dogs, they won't be given a bite to eat.

As a servant, I cannot eat the same food as my master.

The hierarchy has always been like this.

Xie Nanxing stood there and looked around, and finally his eyes met Xia Ling's.

He nodded towards Xia Ling fearlessly: "Prince Zhong, King Ling seems to be calling you."

"Yes." Zhong Luan responded with one word: "Then I'll go."

There was no eye contact, no words exchanged.

Since Zhong Luan came for Xia Ling, Xie Nanxing naturally didn't want to say anything more.

However, it was only natural that Zhong Luan came for Xia Ling.

He walked steadily out of the fireworks and came to Xia Ling's side: "Cousin, Xie Nanxing still cares about this friendship between us as classmates."

He walked forward with Zhong Luan side by side: "If it weren't for you, my people would have been driven away by those servants before they could even get close to Xie Nanxing."

"Cousin, what are we fighting for?"

Over the past year or so, Zhong Luan has been practicing in a Taoist temple. His eyes, which had seen the extravagance of the gods, now see countless ragged people kneeling in front of cushions, begging the ancestors for a bite of food.

Entering into this power struggle again, he suddenly began to doubt what he had sought in the past.

"You are my only cousin. I will not treat you unfairly."

Xia Ling patted Zhong Luan's shoulder again: "Follow me and work hard. When I sit in the East Palace, I will make you a marquis and let you enjoy wealth and glory in your life."

"Cousin, what about those people?"

"If I eliminate Shen Jinmo, the people will naturally support me, and the world will naturally be at peace."

Xia Ling never gave Zhong Luan the answer he wanted.

What they have in mind is not in one place.

Zhong Luan lowered his eyebrows, then raised his eyes and looked at Xia Ling with a smile: "Cousin, just give me your orders, I will definitely not let you down."

From a distance of several feet, Xie Nanxing saw Zhong Luan looking up and smiling at Xia Ling, which suddenly reminded Xie Nanxing of Xia Cheng.

Zhong Luan used to smile like this to Xia Ling. This seemed to be the real Zhong Luan.

The person who had just sat next to him seemed fake: "Ahuai, Master Zhong was here just now, right?"

Mo Ping tacitly accepted that Xie Nanxing was giving him some advice. After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he naturally tried harder to coax his master: "Master, don't worry. We won't tell anyone when he comes back."

"Haha, thank you for your kindness..."

His eyes rolled around, thinking about Zhong Luan's look just now, Xie Nanxing rubbed his waist again.

"A Ping, if you promised, you must do it. Lie to me and don't bring you with me when we eat meat next time."

He bowed to Xie Nanxing repeatedly and said, "The head of the family is the master of the house. I live under you, so I will naturally listen to you."

Xie Nanxing handed the cold meat on the plate to Xiao Gao, who was still not full, and signaled Xiao Gao to heat it up again and eat it directly so as not to waste it.

Since Xiao Gao got Xie Nanxing's venison, he naturally had to speak for Xie Nanxing.

Even though this person is in charge of his monthly allowance, "Butler Mo, you only know how to deceive my master. When was it not you who leaked the secrets?"

Mo Ping didn't feel guilty. Instead, he looked at Xie Nanxing and asked, "Then I won't say it next time?"

"You are teasing me. When Shen Jinmo comes back, I will report you."

Mo Ping was really anxious now: "Master, please give me a chance to live. Your whip really hurts."

Every whip hits the flesh, specifically where it hurts.

Those who had never been whipped by Shen Jinmo had no idea how painful it was.

Xie Nanxing's expression with the corner of her eyes curled up and a faint smile without saying a word has a different kind of charm.

All those who served Xie Nanxing were dazzled by this smile, not to mention the people around him.

There was still about half an hour left before the hunting session ended, and the two teams of young men who had entered the forest to hunt returned to the camp one after another.

The difference between the prey hunted by the two teams is now only a hair's breadth.

Xie Nanxing looked at the brilliant sky and paced around the campfire, unable to sit still.

It is now autumn, the time when wild animals in the forest store food for the winter.

In addition, animals have no human nature, so Xie Nanxing was naturally worried that Shen Jinmo would get hurt.

At the same time, Xie Nanxing was also a little worried that Han Zhou would really risk his life to fight the beast in order to win this game.

Xie Nanxing was feeling uneasy here, while Shen Jinmo's horse came out of the forest with heavy steps.

Xie Nanxing was like a leaf blowing in the autumn wind, running towards the direction of Ma Lai with light steps.

When they got closer and saw clearly what these prey were, Xie Nanxing's eyes widened so much that they almost popped out of their sockets.

The wooden trailer made of vines was neatly piled with prey half a person's height. In order to allow the strong horse to drag the prey back, the trailer was even equipped with two wheels connected together with mortise and tenon structures.

Even with the help of the wheels, the horse stopped in front of Xie Nanxing, panting and ready to strike at any time, as if it had run eight hundred miles today.

Shen Jinmo's brows softened when he saw Xie Nanxing like this.

He wiped his hands, which had been washed in the spring, with a handkerchief, closed Xie Nanxing's eyes, which had been staring for a long time, and then hugged the still shocked person in his arms.

The young masters from various families who followed Xie Nanxing bowed to Shen Jinmo to congratulate him, and then enthusiastically took the initiative to share the burden with Brother Ma who had worked so hard for so long.

With such a large truckload of prey as a bonus, no matter what Han Zhou hunts, the winners in the end will be their blue team.

"Why did you come back early?"

"Haha." After asking this, Xie Nanxing laughed: "If we hunt more, Brother Ma might die of exhaustion on the way."

It’s not that he can’t hunt anymore, but if Shen Jinmo hunts more, he won’t be able to bring any more back.

Even though Xie Nanxing was held in Shen Jinmo's arms, she couldn't help but look back frequently.

I watched the men untie the vines that bound the prey, each holding up or carrying the prey as a sign of bragging rights, and swaggering towards the light spot of the prey.

Just one look at that car full of dead objects was enough. Why was it worth Xie Nanxing looking at it again and again?

Could it be that he was worried about Han Zhou who was still in the woods?

As soon as the doubt arose, Shen Jinmo subconsciously had the answer, but he still had to pretend that he didn't see what Xie Nanxing was thinking.

Covering Xie Nanxing's eyes with one hand, Shen Jinmo tried to act more naturally: "Why should you be so surprised? It's not like you haven't seen me hunting before."