boyutpedia Chapter 409 Being your husband is tiring, I want to take a break
Chapter 409 Being your husband is tiring, I want to take a break
"Destroy the Eastern Japanese and avenge General Han."
Someone in the crowd spoke first. The court officials who were originally standing hurriedly concealed their strange feelings and knelt down one after another to echo these words.
Xia Hong's eyes wandered between Xia Yu and Shen Jinmo, and finally asked: "Xiao Jiu, who of you and Wang Heng went to the East Territory for this trip?"
At this moment, only Xia Yu and Shen Jinmo knew that Han Shu had already left for the Eastern Territory, so this imperial edict that had nowhere to go could only be delivered by the two of them.
As for Xia Ling, if he really went to the East Territory, he might lead Han Shu to rebel.
Shen Jinmo passed Xia Yu and spoke first: "Your Majesty, I want to go home with Xie Nanxing."
It's me, not the minister.
At this moment, Shen Jinmo had very little rationality left.
Xia Hong looked at the couple who were usually in harmony and were now in a standoff over Han Zhou's death, and tried to comfort them in a gentle voice.
"Nanxing, this is not Wangheng's fault. You two quarreled at the beginning of the bed and made up at the end of the bed. Don't let an outsider ruin your relationship."
Xie Nanxing's eyebrows relaxed and relaxed repeatedly, and she did not look at Shen Jinmo, but instead set her eyes on Zhong Yuanyuan: "Madam, can you tell me that I can only accept Han Zhou, the dead man?"
"South Star."
This was the first time that Zhong Yuanyuan called Xie Nanxing's name in a threatening manner: "Do you want the King Ling who summoned Han Zhou back to the Divine Capital to pay for Han Zhou's life?"
"Or do you want Shen Jinmo to pay for Han Zhou's life?"
The head that was raised up drooped lower and lower, and everything had become a dead end.
Xie Nanxing compromised: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Marquis Han is old, and I want to take care of Han Zhou's funeral and send him off for the last time."
Xia Hong looked at Xie Nanxing and asked, "How are you going to handle this?"
"Zhou was born by the water. Han Zhou's mother died at sea. The last words he said to the common people before he died were that he wanted to return to the East to reunite with his mother."
"I would like to send his body to the Eastern Territory for burial after keeping it in the Marquis Zhongqin's mansion for seven days."
Xia Hong frowned slightly for a moment. The autumn day was getting colder. It would not be difficult to send Han Zhou's body to the East Territory intact.
But sending Han Zhou to the East Territory, which worships him as a savior on earth, in front of the people of the world is tantamount to asking Han Shu to lead the people of the East Territory in rebellion.
Xie Nanxing is so vicious that he deserves to be cut into pieces.
Zhong Yuanyuan held Xia Hong's tense wrist and made the final decision on the matter in front of all the civil and military officials in the court.
"It's a long journey to the East Territory and there are many inconveniences. Han Zhou died for the people. Since he wants to be buried in the water, he should be buried in the Luo River, which nurtures half of the people of Daxia."
"To prevent the body from freezing in the winter, it should not be kept for too long. Let's carry it back and let Marquis Han stay with it for two nights, and then bury it in a low-key manner."
Every extra day the body is kept there, every extra day that someone knows about it, the people of this divine capital and even the world will harbor more resentment and blame Shen Jinmo more.
Xia Hong was naturally very satisfied with Zhong Yuanyuan's arrangement: "I think what my sister-in-law said makes sense. Do you have any doubts?"
Facing the king's repeated questioning with a sense of pressure, Xie Nanxing, covered in mud and blood, held on to the ground tightly.
Looking up, Xie Nanxing dared to look directly at the king: "I am just a mortal with flesh and blood, I don't know anything about gods and ghosts, I wonder if Han Zhou is willing?"
"However, General Han fought for the country and made great contributions. Ordinary people still have to keep their bodies for five days, so it is reasonable for him to keep his body for ten days or half a month."
Xie Nanxing was not the first person to question Xia Hong in front of all the civil and military officials in the court.
But Xie Nanxing must be the first person who can still survive after questioning.
But he is alive because every question he has ever asked was for Shen Jinmo.
Xia Hong let Xie Nanxing live for Shen Jinmo's sake.
Today, no matter how good Xia Hong's character is, it will be worn out because of Han Zhou's provocation to the king of a country.
"Wang Heng, he is really the good husband you spoiled him into."
After failing to threaten Xie Nanxing to make a decision for Han Zhou's death, Xia Hong turned around and threatened Shen Jinmo to control Xie Nanxing.
Obviously, Xia Hong, who used Shen Jinmo as a bargaining chip, won.
Because Xie Nanxing's head, which was raised, drooped down.
The hands that were supporting themselves on the mud were trying hard to dig into the mud, suppressing the unwillingness in their hearts.
Shen Jinmo threw the whip into Mo Ping's hand, and regardless of Xie Nanxing's resistance, he held Xie Nanxing tightly in his arms.
Shen Jinmo gently patted Xie Nanxing's back with his hands, and leaned close to Xie Nanxing's ear, begging over and over again.
"Xie Nanxing, calm down."
"Han Zhou is dead. Do you also want to die with him and be buried with him?"
"Xie Nanxing, I won't allow it. We have already worshipped heaven and earth."
"Xie Nanxing, you have to stay with me."
The raised hand brushed across Shen Jinmo's cheek, leaving a red mark.
Xie Nanxing closed his eyes tightly: "Shen Jinmo, put me down."
The light and helpless voice made Xie Nanxing look like he was about to fall apart.
The dissatisfaction in Shen Jinmo's eyes turned into a fierce warning: "Xie Nanxing, you are my husband, you can only be buried with me for the rest of your life."
He carried Xie Nanxing directly on his shoulders, and when he heard Xie Nanxing crying and retching, he finally chose to hold Xie Nanxing tightly in his arms with one hand and cover Xie Nanxing's mouth with the other hand to prevent him from saying anything inappropriate.
The mad beating fell on Shen Jinmo with catharsis, and finally turned into a fierce bite on Shen Jinmo's arm.
This was the first time that Xie Nanxing left bloody scars on Shen Jinmo.
One on the face and one on the wrist.
The door of the carriage was opened and closed. The front room of the carriage, which used to only accommodate one person, was now crowded with four people including Lu Bai.
Xie Nanxing collapsed directly on the wall of the carriage, closed his eyes and gasped.
Shen Jinmo used a towel soaked in hot water to gently wipe the dirt off Xie Nanxing's hands, face, and neck.
He took out the ointment that had been hidden in the medicine box and applied it to Xie Nanxing, blowing on it gently while wrapping her.
It was extremely quiet inside the carriage, and the night outside the carriage was even quieter.
Just as Shen Jinmo was about to put away the medicine box, Xie Nanxing, who had originally closed his eyes, opened his tired eyes.
He lowered his head, took the ointment, and began to silently clean the wounds on Xie Nanxing's face and wrists.
"Shen Jinmo, since you know the whole story, why don't you protect him?"
Xie Nanxing didn't hurt Shen Jinmo because Shen Jinmo was the fuse, but because Shen Jinmo knew everything but never wanted to leave Han Zhou any way to survive.
"Xie Nanxing, if he's alive, I'll take it as my death."
Only one of him and Han Zhou can survive.
"Shen Jinmo, loving you is so hard. Being your husband is so tiring. I want to take a break."
After sitting beside Xie Nanxing for a long time, Shen Jinmo said softly, "Go to sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up."