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

After sending Zhong Yuanyuan back to the bedroom, Nanny Xi changed into dark clothes, wrapped a box of unfinished pastries in black cloth, and walked along the wall to a secluded place in the imperial garden.

The tiger, who had eaten and drunk his fill, had fallen asleep. Eunuch Lin, whose quilt was too warm to stay warm, wrapped himself in a few straw mats and used candlelight to keep warm.

He bent down and pushed the door open, placing a pot of sake in a kettle on the low table.

As her eyes passed over the bloodstained yellow cloth, Nanny Xi frowned and said, "Eunuch Lin, don't be stupid. If others see you, you will lose your head."

"No matter how hard our lives as slaves are, if we have the thought of killing our master, we will go to hell even if we die."

Eunuch Lin smiled and stood up, holding the yellow cloth in his hand: "How dare I have such an idea, but this tiger is full of energy and I have to help him use it up. If I just take a piece of cloth, it will make Madam make an extra trip."

Nanny Xi sighed softly and whispered, "After we get through this, we may have plenty of peaceful days in the future."

"Yeah, I know." He smiled and replied, "Now that winter is over, you should come to my place less often in the future, so as not to be seen by others."

It's no big deal if he goes to the eighteenth level of hell after his death. A good person like Nanny Xi shouldn't be contaminated by him. She will go to heaven in the next life.

After watching Nanny Xi leave, Eunuch Lin touched the dozen or so pieces of black cloth used to wrap the food boxes in his arms, thought for a while, and finally picked out a piece and sewed it together with the yellow cloth with needle and thread.

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Mo Ping ran all the way into Shen Jinmo's office and paced back and forth at the door for a long time before waiting for Shen Jinmo to return with a group of palace servants holding memorials.

"Your servant greets you, my Lord."

He walked past Mo Ping and sat directly at the long table in the office. He first dealt with the memorials that he had reviewed, then looked at the memorials that had been reviewed by Prime Minister Xun, and then asked the eunuch to take all the memorials back to the palace.

Whether or not to read these memorials is up to Xia Hong. Tomorrow morning, these memorials will be sent from the Golden Palace to various places.

Shen Jinmo did not show any abnormality due to Mo Ping's appearance. As usual, he turned around and went to the dining hall to have lunch before getting on the carriage to go home.

As soon as the carriage entered the main gate, Mo Ping spoke in a language that only the two of them could understand.

"Master, move."

The places that Shen Jinmo had asked him to keep an eye on earlier have seen some movement in recent days.

Although the changes were not frequent, for someone like Mo Ping who had been watching for such a long time, it was enough for him to conclude that this was manipulated by someone with ulterior motives.

He pushed open the car door and strode forward. The flying catkins in the courtyard fluttered in the wind. Shen Jinmo walked out of the cold winter and welcomed his spring.

Looking around the courtyard that was personally managed by Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo raised the corners of his mouth with a barely visible arc.

But Mo Ping could feel that Shen Jinmo was in a very good mood at the moment.

This was the first time that Mo Ping had sensed joy from Shen Jinmo since Xie Nanxing left the Divine Capital.

The man who usually asked questions twice suddenly stopped and stared at Mo Ping: "Are you sure it's not an accident?"

"I guarantee with my life that the transfer of those people was not an accident."

Swearing to the heavens, Mo Ping then whispered to Shen Jinmo about the changes he had seen.

Since the Qiling Army was handed over to Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo never asked about it again.

Now, these locations are the secret codes agreed upon by Xie Nanxing and Shen Jinmo before leaving Shendu.

If one place moves, it may be a sudden incident; if several places move at the same time, it means a warning.

That was a secret known only to him and Xie Nanxing.

Judging from the time, he has been sick for more than a month.

I wonder if the water and soil in Dingxi County can nourish people, and whether it can make his sickly little boy become plumper and more adorable?

"The master smiled."

The gentleness of his lips, which could make the mansion bloom with spring flowers, belonged only to Xie Nanxing.

"Well, withdraw everyone and don't have anything to do with those places in the future."

Ignoring everything is the best protection for Xie Nanxing.

Mo Ping noticed something a little strange about Shen Jinmo, and had some hopeful guesses in his mind, but he kept shaking his head to drive away the guesses.

"Okay, we will also transfer these stalkers away from the capital to ensure that no information leaks out."

Shen Jinmo, who had not touched the warmth of life for a long time, went to the idle hot spring to take a bath today.

Wearing ink-colored pajamas and lying on the bench, Mo Ping loosened Shen Jinmo's hair and spread her smooth black hair in the clear water in the wooden basin.

A name that had not been mentioned for a long time came out of Shen Jinmo's mouth.

"Mo Ping, you don't wash your hair as well as Xie Nanxing."

Xie Nanxing washed his hair, gently, softly and cleanly every time. The few times of gentle massage would surely drive away Shen Jinmo's fatigue and make him feel comfortable all over.

"I will go to the young master's dream tonight to ask for his advice. I will definitely learn the essence of it soon."

When it comes to serving people, Mo Ping believes that he is no worse than Xie Nanxing, especially since he had already learned it carefully according to the booklet left by Xie Nanxing.

But to his master, no one in this world could compare to Xie Nanxing.

The light they met in the night was too warm, and Mo Ping felt that Shen Jinmo would never embrace another person in his arms in this life.

Because he knew this, Mo Ping directly dealt with those who intended to send people to Shen Jinmo's room from the court and the public.

Shen Jinmo closed his eyes, hiding the tender and wilful look in his eyes.

"You can't learn."

Xie Nanxing didn’t even appear in his dreams, so how could she appear in Mo Ping’s dreams?

After washing his head, Shen Jinmo, who had been sleeping less recently, wrapped himself tightly in Xie Nanxing's clothes, got into bed and began to make up for the sleep he missed in winter in the spring.

A hazy figure appeared in the dream, and before his hand could reach Shen Jinmo's muscular abdominal muscles, Shen Jinmo was awakened by an extremely harsh sound.

"Shen Jinmo, why don't you allow me to return to my post?"

"Shen Jinmo, you are seeking revenge for your personal gain. If you are a man, come out and tell me in person!"

De Moping instructed them one by one not to make any noise to disturb Shen Jinmo's sleep in the Shen Mansion, but was interrupted by Xun Zhan's two howls.

Mo Ping first glanced at the bed, then used his lightness skills to land in front of Xun Zhan, and covered Xun Zhan's chattering mouth with his hand.

Xun Zhan’s plan to take revenge on him in the future is another matter, but today Mo Ping wants Shen Jinmo to have a good sleep.

"Mr. Xun Er, my master has just fallen asleep. If you have anything to say, please go to the government office tomorrow."

When Xun Zhan heard that Shen Jinmo could fall asleep in broad daylight, he immediately turned into a wild horse and bit Mo Ping's wrist hard, breaking free from Mo Ping's restraints.

If Xun Zhan had been able to meet Shen Jinmo at the government office, this wouldn't have happened.

"Bah bah bah."

He spat a few times in disgust, then took a handkerchief to repeatedly wipe the places that Mo Ping had touched. Xun Zhan moved his lips, teeth, hands and feet, and looked like he was ready for a big fight.