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

Glancing sideways at Shi Chen, Xie Nanxing spoke faster.

"After another ten days or half a month, we will ask these people to pay a 50% deposit on the grounds that there are too many bidders. If they can't pay, we will find a place that is both public and not too public to kick them out."

The owner of the Qing Pavilion thought for a moment and asked, "In business, harmony is the most important thing. This approach will definitely make people lose face. What should we do if trouble breaks out in the pavilion?"

"Even if there is trouble, if you don't break this window paper, some things will just stay hidden in the inner courtyard of the house."

If the matter of silver and male favorites is to be brought to the emperor's attention, then they must be snatched.

Xie Nanxing had not forgotten that when he first entered the capital, the three playboys of the capital were sent to the palace and punished for fighting.

Seeing that Master Qing was in a dilemma, with a smile on his face, Xie Nanxing asked teasingly, "Have you been the master for a long time and still want to keep running this Nanfeng Hall?"

Everything in the world has its own birth and death, and this Nanfeng Pavilion will also be gone after its work is done.

The Master of Qing Pavilion naturally looks forward to the day when he can remove the shackles and walk the path he wants to take with dignity.

"Master, rest assured. I will select the right person and report this to the emperor."

There was another knock on the door. Master Qing stood up to say goodbye, and Lu Bai stood in front of Xie Nanxing.

"Master, everything has been arranged over there."

Whether it was the Shen Mansion or the Xie Mansion, all the checkpoints there were set up by Xie Nanxing himself.

Mo Ping is also a living person, so naturally he will have his limitations.

Didn't Mo Ping collapse a few days ago? Couldn't Xie Nanxing have taken advantage of the situation and stayed in the main courtyard to take care of Shen Jinmo with a legitimate reason?

"Clean up all traces, so that you don't hide it from your family but let outsiders see it."

Today, Lu Bai protected Xie Nanxing and walked to the bottom of Shuangxing Building. He said secretly: "Is Suiyi considered an outsider? He was in the tree when we went there for the first time."

"Shut him up."

Shen Jinmo's health began to improve, and Xie Nanxing became visibly cheerful: "Otherwise I will make Ah Huai not give him pocket money in the future, and make him cry because of poverty."

"Yes, I will go to his place tomorrow."

After all, he was a little worried. Lu Bai, who didn't care about other things, couldn't help but comfort him: "Master, you have a lot of things to do during the day, and you have to take care of the adults in person at night. Your body will definitely not be able to bear it."

Xie Nanxing reached out and touched his cheek. He felt that he was quite capable.

Although I didn't gain weight, I didn't lose weight anymore.

The ending tone was slightly rippling: "I'm not going to take care of him, I'm going home to sleep."

He changed into a servant's uniform, brought chicken soup and porridge, and entered the main courtyard with two other servants.

Ever since Shen Jinmo was able to eat, he had to be fed some soup or water every hour and a half.

Everyone is happy to compete for work during the day, but everyone is a little afraid of staying up late at night.

After all, one or two days is fine, but after a long time, even Mo Ping's iron body can't stand it, let alone these servants.

The more unhappy they were, the happier Xie Nanxing was.

Even if Shen Jinmo drank one more sip, Xie Nanxing would be so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

Xie Nanxing knelt beside the footstool with the soup in his hand. The other two, one of them slightly lifted Shen Jinmo's head, and the other held a handkerchief, ready to wipe the spilled porridge for Shen Jinmo at any time.

After feeding him half a bowl of porridge, the servant beside him said, "I always feel that you feed better than Butler Mo."

Xie Nanxing raised his eyebrows slightly to show that he was listening.

"Even though adults eat during the day, their clothes and bedding will get dirty, but when you feed them, they are clean."

"It's like... it's like you've fed me so many times, and you know exactly how much to feed me and when to slow down."

Xie Nanxing chuckled without saying anything, raised her hand and prepared to wipe the soup from the corner of Shen Jinmo's mouth with her fingertips, but was stopped by the servant holding a handkerchief.

Her expression was horrified, and her voice was a little louder than usual: "Are you trying to kill yourself? How dare you touch my face?"

Those who served Shen Jinmo did not dare to touch Shen Jinmo at all, even when they were wiping his body.

Puzzled, he turned around and heard the servant explain in a low voice: "After the master left the capital, someone touched the back of the master's hand while delivering clothes to the master, and his head fell off."

"Don't think that the master has no sense because he is unconscious. He has great magical powers. If you had really touched him just now, you would have had one of your hands chopped off."

He withdrew his hand angrily: "Thank you for reminding me. I have taken care of children a lot, so I am used to it."

Handing the tray to the servant, Xie Nanxing followed the two men out of the house.

"My mother is still not fully recovered. I have to go home to take care of her tomorrow. I will still be on guard tonight. I'll leave the work during the day to you."

"You can't bear this day and night. Steward Mo may look a bit fierce, but he has a good heart. Why don't you take a few days off?"

Xie Nanxing said a few more words and coaxed the two servants out of the main courtyard. He skillfully wrapped himself in a quilt and pretended to be safe outside the door for a while. Then Xie Nanxing quietly sneaked into the house.

He skillfully removed the makeup on his face, then took out a pill and changed his voice back to his own.

Xie Nanxing picked out a set of pajamas from the closet, took a bath in the hot spring pool, and then walked towards Shen Jinmo with tea in her mouth.

He tiptoed onto the bed, took out the candy from the cloth bag and slowly held it in his mouth.

Xie Nanxing placed his fingertips on the corner of his lips that he had not touched just now, rubbed it for a while, and then immediately placed his hand on the back of Shen Jinmo's hand.

The soft hand entered from the back of the hand and penetrated into Shen Jinmo's clothes.

After having a good time inside and out, he said proudly: "I have been doing this for such a long time, why don't you come and chop off my hands?"

She opened the secret compartment on the bed and held the night pearl close to Shen Jinmo's chest.

The gauze that was originally wrapped tightly around the chest to apply pressure and stop bleeding has become noticeably looser over the past few days.

Xie Nanxing gently lifted the gauze and carefully checked the wound on Shen Jinmo's chest with the help of the light from the night pearl.

Through the redness at the edge of the wound, Xie Nanxing could see that the wound seemed to have scabbed over.

While still sucking the candy in his mouth, Xie Nanxing gently touched that spot through the gauze with his hand.

"Oh dear, it hurts."

Xie Nanxing suddenly retracted his hand and moved closer to Shen Jinmo: "Where does it hurt? Call a doctor."

His eyes were not open, his expression was calm, and the sleeping man seemed to be trapped in a nightmare.

It seemed that he saw the person who had been unwilling to enter his dreams for a long time.

He added, "Oh my goodness, it hurts."

The hand on Shen Jinmo's face was held by a pair of hands covered with thick calluses and pressed on Shen Jinmo's beating chest.

The person who kept saying that it hurt insisted on pressing Xie Nanxing's hand on his chest.

Without loosening his grip, Xie Nanxing bent down in a rather awkward position and blew towards Shen Jinmo's heart.

"Blow gently...it hurts so much..."

As he played the flute, Xie Nanxing came to his senses and burst into tears.