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

Thinking of Mo Ping like this, Xie Nanxing not only smiled, but also pointed at Mo Ping's back and smiled openly.

"Sir, look at Butler Mo. He looks silly and his smile is a little ugly."

Finally, he placed one hand on Shen Jinjin's chest and said devoutly, "I now absolutely believe that Steward Mo became the steward of the Shen Mansion with his real ability."

She has no good looks, and it seems she won't fawn on him, the patron's favorite. So doesn't she have to rely on her real abilities?

Recently, Xie Nanxing had been taking all the fun that she had with Xiao Gao in the past and putting it on Mo Ping. Xie Nanxing was having fun, so Shen Jinmo naturally didn't care whether Mo Ping lived or died.

Looking in the direction Xie Nanxing pointed, Shen Jinmo, who hadn't even noticed Mo Ping's expression, said firmly:

"Looks silly."

"Your smile is ugly too."

After hearing this, Mo Ping couldn't hold the smile on his face anymore.

Why the personal attacks?

Is it possible to live like this?

After thinking about it carefully, Mo Ping felt that his life was actually getting better and better.

Ever since Ji Yue came to the Shen Mansion, the Shen Mansion has begun to show some signs of life from its dying state.

His master, had just transformed from a walking corpse into a living being who could talk and laugh.

Sometimes Mo Ping is really hard to bear.

In fact, he was becoming less and less disgusted with Ji Yue, who could bring vitality to Shen Jinmo.

But whenever he thought of his poor little master, he couldn't like Ji Yue anymore.

The less people remembered his young master, the more Mo Ping would force himself to think about him all the time.

It was as if he was trying to atone for the sins of his master.

If he falls in love with someone else, his master will never be able to repay his young master in his next life.

But he also selfishly hoped that Shen Jinmo would live the rest of his life with smiles and happiness every day.

After twisting and turning like this repeatedly, the lines around Mo Ping's eyes began to become crowded.

When he thought about the fact that autumn was getting deeper and winter was just around the corner, Mo Ping had other expectations in his heart.

Mo An is angelica.

Feeling both anticipation and anxiety, Mo Ping approached the water tank and looked at himself carefully for a while.

He always felt that he must look several years older than before.

No, he would find an opportunity later today to consult Ji Yue about the maintenance method.

The nursing methods of the young waiter in Nanfeng Pavilion are coveted by everyone in Shendu.

With all kinds of strange ideas, Mo Ping arranged everything in the mansion in an orderly manner, and then asked the servant to invite the three officials from the Dali Temple in.

As for the yamen runners who were protecting the officials, they were very tactful and never stepped into the government office.

Three tables and chairs were placed in the courtyard in front of the main hall, and the three officials sent by the Dali Temple to try the case sat at each of them.

The servants who were summoned from the Shen Mansion lined up in front of the hanging flower gate in the courtyard. After three people sat down, the trial began in full swing.

Beside the three officials was a royal chair that no one had sat on yet. Although it was a bright autumn day, the chair was covered with a layer of fine leather.

However, after completing a round of questioning, Shen Jinmo held Xie Nanxing, who was wearing a veil and cloak, and sat on the armchair.

Everyone knelt down and saluted, and Shen Jinmo rarely spoke to give these people some instructions.

"Ask nicely, he wants to listen and have fun."

"Yes, yes, I obey your command."

It was a long time after these words were spoken before these officials slowly stood up from the ground.

The corner of his eye couldn't help but glance to the side, and only after confirming that Shen Jinmo was not speaking the opposite of what he meant did someone continue his questioning with trembling hands.

"When was the last time you saw Yang Huai?"

"It's been a long time. My master was still here at that time, and this place was still called Xie Mansion!"

"Have you ever seen Yang Huai colluding with someone wearing a silver mask?"

The servants in the Shen Mansion had no idea what happened in the palace.

But the Shen family's servants, who behaved quite uprightly, knew Yang Huai's character very well.

"Sir, what you said is wrong. Our shopkeeper Yang is upright and treats his master very well. How could he collude with outsiders?"

"The higher-ups sent word that Shopkeeper Yang leaked Xie...your former master's whereabouts, which led to your former master's misfortune."

The servant who had just put down his work to answer the question was a tough guy. He turned around, picked up a broom, and walked past the official who was questioning him and directly hit the official who said this.

"You officials don't do your job every day, you only know how to frame people, and now you are plotting against our shopkeeper Yang?"

"Open your eyes and look. This is the Shen residence. Our master is still sitting here. How can we allow you to be so presumptuous in front of him?"

One person rushed forward and cursed, while the other ran away and hid.

The servant who was questioned in front and was full of anger, when he saw that Shen Jinmo didn't raise his eyebrows and Ji Yue was looking at him with interest, quickly joined the battle.

The courtyard became chaotic, and Xie Nanxing hugged Shen Jinmo's neck and leaned close to Shen Jinmo's ear.

But the brim of the hat was too wide, which stopped Xie Nanxing halfway.

Shen Jinmo lifted the curtain and put his ear to Xie Nanxing's mouth, listening to Xie Nanxing talking to him.

"Master Shen, why do I feel like they are scolding you?"

Shen Jinmo's lips curled slightly. If you really want to say it this way, it actually makes sense.

But Shen Jinmo just didn't want to admit it today.

"Don't accuse me, my dear. I just made it up. Some people are suspicious and can't tolerate any difference. Some people are too weak to bear the responsibility of wearing a black hat. What does it have to do with me?"

Xie Nanxing's eyes lit up when he saw Shen Jinmo, who was able to speak a few words for him. He then lifted Shen Jinmo's chin and gently touched him as if no one was around.

And when Shen Jinmo looked as if he wanted to eat him alive, he pushed Shen Jinmo out from under the veil.

She was reluctant to accept but also reluctant to speak, and she acted out the scene of a prostitute who used her sex to corrupt people perfectly.

Mo Ping watched this and sighed silently to the sky.

Then he resigned himself to his fate, lowered his head, and focused on staring at his toes.

When the courtyard was in chaos and no one was paying attention to the case, Xie Nanxing raised his hand and pointed to the three thick case files on the desk.

"Can I sit down and look?"

Shen Jinmo pulled out the whip, stood up and rolled up the three files together: "Their stools are hard and cold, it will be more comfortable to sit in my arms and read."

He nodded in agreement with a smile, but his hands were turning the pages of the book very quickly.

Yang Huai had received a lot of information along the way from Dingxi County back to Shendu. After Xie Nanxing roughly knew how much information the Dali Temple now controlled, he closed the file.

Naturally, he couldn't keep the files in his hands, let alone destroy them with his own hands.

But these news will inevitably turn it into false evidence. Yang Huai cannot leave any trace in the capital of gods under such an opportunity.

He tapped the file: "Do you remember it?"

He doesn't have Shen Jinmo's brain, who can remember everything after reading it once.

But he has Shen Jinmo, and everything Shen Jinmo has should belong to him.

"remember."