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

Xun Lan lifted his robe and sat down opposite Han Shu. He stretched out his hand unconsciously, wanting to wipe the noodle soup from the corner of Han Shu's mouth, or to wipe the tears from Han Shu's eyes.

Finally, Xun Lan withdrew his hand and handed the bulging purse from his waist to Han Shu.

"It's not share money, it's for you to spend."

If it's not a share of money, then the lunch box is a dowry.

Han Shu thought of Han Zhou: "A Zhou prepared a very generous dowry for me, but I was afraid that he would see me marrying Xia Ling in heaven, so I didn't bring any."

Xun Lan couldn't help but frown when he heard that. He took back the purse he had just handed over in front of Han Shu and tied it around his waist again.

It's not a share of money, nor is it a dowry.

Han Shu noticed Xun Lan's strange behavior and found it somewhat funny, so she lowered her head and smiled softly.

After eating the meat buns with the noodle soup, Han Shu rinsed her mouth with the tea handed to her with the change.

He stood up and walked out of the pavilion, standing on the stone steps and looking back.

His eyes first fell on the purse that Xun Lan had taken back, and then slowly moved up to Xun Lan's lapel.

Finally, their eyes met, and the surging waves beneath the clear and frank look all rushed into Han Shu's heart from her eyes.

The red candles in the bedroom went out, and even though Han Shu felt tired, she couldn't fall asleep.

All those details that she subconsciously ignored now rushed into Han Shu's mind.

She thought Xun Lan should be pleased with her.

But now she was trapped in the strongest cage in Da Xia. If Xia Ling was alive and well, she could not escape from this cage.

If Xia Ling died an unnatural death, even if she, the Crown Princess, was not held accountable, she would have to spend the rest of her life in this cage.

How could she, the eldest son of the Xun clan, have any good results?

wrong.

Han Shu thought of Xia Yu and the negotiation Xia Yu had given her.

Now that she was in a state of death, she still had a chance to break the chains and stand upright in this world.

Han Shu wants to see Xia Yu as soon as possible. She needs peace of mind.

Xun Lan walked out of the inner courtyard of the East Palace on the bluestone slabs, carrying a lantern in his hand.

He stepped steadily onto the rockery beside him and sat in the highest pavilion in the East Palace.

He was dealing with various matters handed over by the front yard. Occasionally, he looked up through the heavy rockery and looked at the bedroom in the inner courtyard which had long been dark.

The sky gradually brightened, the affairs of the East Palace were settled, and the palace gates opened.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly and a faint smile appeared.

How can you hide your admiration for someone?

Since it can't be hidden, then why not give up your past obsessions and go completely crazy?

He stood up and stretched his muscles a little, then looked sideways and saw Han Shu, who had just finished practicing sword, sitting on the steps and looking up at the sky.

The spring breeze blew gently, falling on Han Shu's eyebrows and Xun Lan's shoulders.

What flows is the half-hidden love between the two.

If you don’t have the opportunity to enjoy the blooming mountain flowers yet, you can only work hard and plant seeds all over the mountains.

Turning around and walking out of the octagonal pavilion and leaving the East Palace, Xun Lan headed towards Prince Ling's Palace without stopping.

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The spring green in Dingxi County came much later than in the capital of gods. Xie Nanxing sat in front of the door with the two little kids and waited day after day, until finally a sunny day came when the fields and mountains were filled with peach blossoms.

Holding one hand and the other in small steps, Xie Nanxing ran towards the mansion, smiling and admonishing:

"First, follow grandma to change into clothes and shoes that can run fast. We will gather here in half an hour, and then go fly kites and pick peach blossoms together."

Xia Sui'an and Xia Suining each kissed the back of Xie Nanxing's hand. The brother and sister let go of Xie Nanxing's hand and ran quickly towards the inner courtyard with a shaky figure.

Ever since Xie Nanxing came to Luoyuan, these two little ones have been very happy every day because their parents are busy and there are no other masters in the mansion to play with them.

As long as they could complete the homework assigned by the teacher on time, Xie Nanxing would take them to have all kinds of fun.

When they come back from playing, they can still talk to Chen Luo about their joy of the day.

Xia Suian and Xia Suining both like their brother Xie Nanxing very much, and they really want to keep this brother by their side forever.

But A'niang told them that Brother Nanxing belonged to Brother Wangheng and would stay with Brother Wangheng in the future.

Whenever the two little rascals get together, the topic they always talk about is how to snatch brother Nanxing from brother Wangheng.

If they really couldn't grab it all, they were willing to be generous and share Xie Nanxing with Brother Wang Heng.

Xie Nanxing wrapped himself up so that he was bulging, with a cloak hanging on his wrist, and pushed his wheelchair to Yang Huai's room.

He opened the door and then closed it again. Xie Nanxing always remembered that Yang Huai didn't want others to see his embarrassment.

Raising his hand and pulling aside several beaded curtains, Xie Nanxing looked at Yang Huai, who was holding a long strip of cloth tightly in both hands. His exposed wrists were already covered with bruises from repeated use, and his red face was covered with sweat.

Yang Huai carried him on his back and did excessive amounts of health training, trying to force his weak leg to recover as soon as possible to the point where he could walk independently.

"Pfft."

The fall from exhaustion happened again. Yang Huai wiped the sweat covering his eyes with a handkerchief. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Xie Nanxing standing behind the door curtain for who knows how long.

"Master, subordinates..."

Yang Huai wanted to explain that he was not trying to be brave, but his master was smart and would definitely not believe him.

The moment the bed bell rang and the servant pushed the door open, Xie Nanxing took off the cloak from his wrist and put it on Yang Huai, who was wearing thin clothes.

Then he helped the man up and sat him on the footstool.

As a result of exerting so much effort, Xie Nanxing began to break out in a sweat and his breathing became heavier than usual.

Xie Nanxing couldn't help Yang Huai.

"I am not doing my best now, and I am becoming a burden to the master..."

Xie Nanxing looked at Yang Huai quietly, the clarity and tenderness in his eyes were replaced by coldness.

Only when Yang Huai fell silent did Xie Nanxing withdraw his gaze.

He said to the two servants waiting outside the door curtain, "Help him wash up a little and change into clean clothes. I will push him out in a wheelchair to see the mountain peach blossoms later."

The journey was accompanied by two little kids, who chattered all the way and were full of childish talk.

Just a few words out of the blue could make Xie Nanxing and Yang Huai laugh so hard that they fell forward and backward. The haze of illness was also dispelled by such laughter.

The carriage passed through the entire downtown area, and the hawking sounds along the way attracted the brother and sister who were holding small kites in their hands.

Two heads that are about 50% similar put together, and their bright eyes look at everything that looks delicious and fun, full of desire.

But the brother and sister just swallowed their saliva, and no one begged Xie Nanxing to buy it.

Because they had made a promise with A Niang that they could only buy one thing at most when they went out to play, they had already bought a small kite today.

Although they are still young, what they say counts.