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

Although the snow in the capital is a bit stronger than that in the south of the Yangtze River, compared with the biting and fierce snow in Dingxi County, no matter how heavy it falls, it lacks the arrogance of sweeping everything.

Tonight is the Lantern Festival, and tomorrow is the day when Shen Jinmo and Xia Hong will hand in their answers.

Do you want power that no one can rival, or do you want to go on a journey through the mountains and forests where you are destined to find no one?

Since the imperial edict of reinstating the official was issued, batches of secret guards have been sent to the deep forest where the incident occurred. The secret letters submitted time and time again told Shen Jinmo that it was meaningless to choose the latter.

Lying in the rocking chair where Xie Nanxing once lay, and staying in the courtyard where Xie Nanxing had sat on countless nights waiting for his return, Shen Jinmo picked up the burning lantern in his hand.

The birthday object in his hand looked quite old, but because it was well protected, it still swayed brightly in the biting cold wind.

There is no moon tonight, and the snow in Shendu must be different from that in Dingxi County.

For a moment, Shen Jinmo couldn't find the connection between him and Xie Nanxing.

Without the opportunity to accompany Xie Nanxing to watch the fun, Shen Jinmo rarely shows up in this God's Capital now.

Han Shu returned victoriously the day before last New Year's Eve. Tonight was the time for the imperial palace to hold a celebration banquet, but Shen Jinmo did not show up.

No reason is needed and no explanation needs to be given to anyone.

For a treacherous minister like Shen Jinmo, venting his anger on others is his favorite thing to do.

If Han Zhou had not died in Xie Nanxing's arms, if he had not been injured by Fu Xi and had no way to stay by Xie Nanxing's side, Xie Nanxing would have been accompanying him to enjoy the wind and snow and eat Yuanxiao.

The current Zhongqin Marquis Mansion is considered an enemy of the treacherous minister Shen Jinmo.

As for all the government affairs in the court, it was indeed as Xia Hong said, most of them were left to Shen Jinmo and Xun Xiang to discuss and resolve.

If it wasn't a matter as serious as destroying the country, or something related to money, Xia Hong would not have been bothered at all.

Therefore, although Shen Jinmo appeared less frequently in this divine capital, his influence both inside and outside the government has only increased.

Everyone wants to worship Shen Jinmo's wharf, but no one in or outside this divine city can worship Shen Jinmo's wharf.

Mo Ping, with a pale face, broke through the snow and knelt in front of Shen Jinmo: "Master, the young master's body was found in the stone pool at the bottom of the cliff."

The only letter sent from Dingxi County was the one that Chen Luo risked her life to deliver last year.

Unless something uncontrollable happened, they should not have any more correspondence.

It looked like Xie Nanxing's body had not been picked up by anyone, so it must be Xie Nanxing himself, who had been found by Han Zhou.

After such a long time, there has been no movement from the Qiling Army ambushed in the Divine Capital, which means that Xie Nanxing has not yet handed the blood jade to Xia Che.

His dear, he should have a good rest.

Actually, I can sleep a little longer, but I can't be too sleepy. It would be best to sleep until the day after Shen Jinmo wins and I can hold him gently in my arms.

Knowing that Xie Nanxing was out of danger, Shen Jinmo was stunned for a moment.

There was a piercing sensation in his heart, and it was so painful that all of Shen Jinmo's muscles and veins suddenly became numb for a moment.

Just thinking about this situation and the three words "Xie Nanxing" made Shen Jinmo break out in cold sweats.

He covered his chest with one hand and breathed deeply repeatedly. The oil in the birthday lamp burned out, the darkness faded away, and the servant who was sweeping the courtyard in the Shen Mansion woke up from his sleep.

The snow and wind that blocked the blue brick road were cleared away, and the rustling sound reached Shen Jinmo's ears. Shen Jinmo withdrew his hand that was pressed on his chest.

Shen Jinmo still felt pain, but he did not allow himself to adapt to the pain. He had to endure the pain and endure every day and night without Xie Nanxing's company.

Mo Ping stayed with Shen Jinmo, standing in the wind and snow all night.

"Mo Ping, do you think Xie Nanxing must have been very impatient waiting for me at home every day?"

Although it is a question, it is already a statement.

Shen Jinmo knew better than anyone how hard it had been for Xie Nanxing to accompany him for such a long time.

Mo Ping, whose heart was still immersed in grief, stated the facts bitterly:

"The young master knows that he will definitely be able to wait for the master to come back, so every day and night that the young master waits is a happy one."

Because you can wait, the pain of waiting will be covered by the sweetness of meeting.

Xie Nanxing is always the kind of person who remembers the sweetness but not the bitterness.

The hardships along the way from Shendu to Dingxi County need to be filled by Shen Jinmo with the sweetness of meeting and companionship for the rest of his life.

Unlike Mo Ping who was filled with sorrow, Shen Jinmo seemed much calmer than the day when the fight took place in the palace.

The ending I heard now has blocked all the waves that have been flowing during this period with a gate.

It seems like the last glimmer of hope has been extinguished, and the only thing left to do next is to drag the world down with it.

Some want to hide their weaknesses and then do something big without fear.

Mo Ping no longer understood the master in front of him.

It doesn't matter whether he understands it or not, Mo Ping will firmly support every decision of his master and complete every task assigned by his master at all costs.

With no one around, only victory can comfort loneliness.

After leaving the courtyard where he had been waiting for several days and nights, Shen Jinmo returned to the house, changed into his official robe, and took Mo Ping into the study first.

He picked up the pen and wrote down five locations on the rice paper, then handed it to Mo Ping: "Do you remember it?"

Mo Ping nodded and burned the rice paper in front of Shen Jinmo.

"Please rest assured, my master. If anything unusual happens in these places, I will report it to you immediately."

Shen Jinmo: "From tomorrow on, I don't want to hear anyone mention Xie Nanxing's name in the streets of this divine capital."

If you want people to forget, then forget it completely.

A name that is mentioned from time to time will always be at the center of controversy.

He knelt down and accepted the order. His master, who had lost his only weakness, seemed like a killing god who had transcended the world.

Sharp, ruthless, and cruel.

If he wants to kill, no one in this world can stop him.

A dark figure riding a horse galloped on the long street of Shendu, passing by the Mansion of Marquis Zhongqin. Han Shu, who had been guarding all night, took the sword and attacked Shen Jinmo's vital point.

There was no murderous intent in his fierce eyes, but Shen Jinmo, who had already transformed into a god of death, no longer needed to embellish himself with murderous intent.

The whip was raised and dropped without any reduction in momentum.

The Huwei Army guarding the Zhongqin Marquis Mansion heard the news and came with the hatred of avenging Han Zhou, and used all means on Shen Jinmo.

Before he even got off his horse, anyone who approached Shen Jinmo was swept to the ground by the long whip.

After getting off his horse, Shen Jinmo walked up to Han Shu under the fearful gazes of the generals around him.

Looking down at Han Shu who was standing upright with the support of the sharp blade, Shen Jinmo kicked her to the ground again.

Stepping on Han Shu's chest, Shen Jinmo's mouth curved in mockery and coldness: "Assassinating an official of the imperial court in the street, the memorials demanding General Han's life tomorrow will be piled up on my desk."

"General Han, since you don't want to live, why don't I grant your wish today?"