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

The second snowfall of this winter in the capital was much smaller than in previous years. The lingering snow lingered in the north wind, which was more like the snow that Xie Nanxing saw on New Year's Eve when she accompanied Shen Jinmo at the Jiangnan Inn.

It is rare to see snow, but it is the snow that Misty Jiangnan has tried its best to pray for.

The battle of Neibei was a great victory, and today is the day when Shen Jun returns victoriously.

Released his interlocked hands with Shen Jinmo, and Xie Nanxing once again personally arranged Shen Jinmo's hair crown, clothes, rings, and shoes, making sure that Shen Jinmo was properly dressed from head to toe.

Shen Jun and Xia Xin are both parents who love their son. Xie Nanxing wants them to see with their own eyes that Shen Jinmo will live a very good life with him.

Picking up the squatting person, Shen Jinmo instructed: "Just send him here, don't stop, there will definitely be chaos at the city gate today."

Xie Nanxing nodded, watched Shen Jinmo get off the carriage, and then saw with his own eyes Shen Jinmo and two thousand imperial guards heading towards the city gate.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and the wind and snow sent people home.

All the Northern Border Army were left at the border, and the only people Shen Jun could bring back to the Divine Capital were the people he had taken away from the Divine Capital.

Before leaving the city gate, Xie Nanxing pushed away and subconsciously counted the people following Shen Jun.

Twelve people.

On the day he left Shendu, Shen Jun took twelve people with him. On the day he returned to Shendu, Shen Jun brought all these people back in one go.

No one is missing an arm or a leg.

Bringing back every person they brought out without missing a single one is the hope of all generals who have fought on the battlefield.

But throughout history, there are only a few people who can do it.

Even though he was besieged in the capital of gods for more than ten years, when he unsheathed his sword again, Shen Jun was still the god of war that no one in Daxia could rival.

Xie Nanxing looked at Shen Jinmo again with a tender and sad look.

Recently he often wondered what Shen Jinmo would look like if nothing unexpected had happened to him.

He should be a famous general like Shen Jun, admired by all people and remembered for thousands of years.

But it is also possible that he is like Wu Cixiu, who inherited the unique skills of all saints and created the aspirations of heaven and earth to create a prosperous era for the Great Xia.

No, his Shen Jinmo should be better than any of them.

Her husband was the most outstanding person he had ever met.

No one in this world can be compared with his Shen Jinmo.

Seeing the father and son huddled together in front of him, Lu Bai turned around and asked, "Young Master, the Lord asked you to go back earlier."

Xie Nanxing closed the window, raised his head and suppressed all his emotions: "Let's go back."

The city gate was solemn, the victorious general was sitting on his horse, and the treacherous minister who was wanted by everyone in the world was standing under his horse.

They are political enemies.

But it has been a long time since anyone has remembered that they were father and son.

The treacherous minister who is now standing at the city gate once sat on the shoulders of the god of war and witnessed all the prosperity of the world.

The two guards following behind Shen Jinmo were holding a lacquered red wooden tray in their hands. When the red silk cloth was unveiled, the people who thought that it contained rewards were filled with anger.

Because what was inside were handcuffs and leg shackles.

The day the general returns victoriously is the day Lingling goes to prison.

The cries and curses were overwhelming, and the two thousand imperial guards could only barely create a peaceful place.

Shen Jinmo was smiling, looking at Shen Jun and smiling: "On the day when Wu'an Hou left the Divine Capital, the Emperor ordered you to return in winter."

"Today is the second snowfall of winter. If you delay the opportunity, you will violate the emperor's order. I am ordered to take Wu'an Hou to the inner prison and wait for the emperor's interrogation."

Shen Jun was also laughing.

He smiled as he turned over and dismounted, and smiled as he offered his hands and feet.

With shackles on his body, Shen Jun bowed deeply to the people on both sides.

The general who commands thousands of troops expresses his sincere heart with powerful voice.

"I remember everyone's kindness, but my wife is still in the palace, so I will go this time."

The way to live is to go.

Even if it is a dead end, he will go there as long as his wife is there.

As soon as these words came out, the angry people began to go crazy.

Using Xia Xin to control Shen Jun, the king of this country and this courtier's evil intentions are intolerable!

The commotion was beyond imagination and soon someone was killed.

Tian Ding, who had originally been on the sidelines, brought all his guards and pressed the people behind him. Every shout he made was in the hope of reducing the bloodshed and death of the people.

Tian Ding didn’t understand, and didn’t understand why Shen Jinmo acted like this today.

There are many ways to bring Shen Jun to the palace that can both save the king's face and preserve the lives of the people.

But Shen Jinmo was extremely aggressive and chose the most wrong option.

He was like a moth that had had enough of living, and was determined to break the lampshade, set himself on fire, and even burn down the house containing the lantern.

Looking back suddenly, Tian Ding saw the two figures walking side by side, and tears suddenly burst out of his eyes.

Tian Ding still didn’t understand, or maybe he didn’t understand enough.

Tian Ding felt that whenever the two figures came together, his eyes would fill with tears and his blood would boil.

The news that Shen Jun was jailed in the street spread to every house in Shendu in less than half an hour.

But it failed to reach the imperial palace.

Xun Zhan, who had returned from the Ministry of War and was responsible for handing over the work to Shen Jun, knew the news faster than anyone else in this Divine City.

Rushing back to Prince Ming's Palace at full speed, Xun Zhan avoided all the emperor's eyes and ears and took Xia Yu into the secret passage.

"Xiaojiu, Marquis Wu'an was taken to the palace by Shen Jinmo in the street."

Xun Zhan and Xia Yu naturally knew that Shen Jun would be trapped in the palace in the end, but they never thought that Shen Jun would be taken directly into the palace at such a quick speed.

Xun Zhan sent Shen Jun to the front line, naturally hoping that when Shen Jun returns, he will find ways to take control of the Northern Border Army.

The next step he had to take was to lead the army in the northern border and push Xia Hong off the throne.

But everything happened too fast, so fast that Xun Zhan was caught off guard.

Xia Yu grabbed Xun Zhan's palm and asked, "What's the reason?"

"Return victorious before the first snow falls."

Cooking Xun Zhan's face with his hands, Xia Yu kissed Xun Zhan all over: "Wang Heng is closing the net, don't worry."

Xun Zhan, who was trapped by his own unsuccessful attempt, smiled wickedly: "So, outside of this divine capital, there must be someone vying for the throne?"

Shen Jinmo not only saved Xia Che, but also gave Xia Che the power to rebel.

Xia Yu knew that Xun Zhan was thinking of disrupting the situation and seizing the throne.

In Xun Zhan's heart, only if the dragon throne is placed in front of Xia Yu and Xia Yu still chooses not to take it, can someone else get his turn to sit on it.

Shen Jinmo, Xia Hong and Xia Che were fighting each other, and the person who would reap the benefits in the end might be Xia Yu.

He hugged Xun Zhan tightly and said, "Master, I don't want the throne. I want to be the one who is blessed by my brother."

"Master, I don't want to carry the people of this mountain and river every day. I just want you to accompany me to tour the mountain and river."

"Master, you will help me, right?"

Now Xia Yu just wanted to wait for his brother to rush into the palace and split the dark clouds above his head for him, so that he and his master could roam freely in this world.

The country, the throne, if not for life.

Xia Yu doesn't want to carry such a heavy burden.