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Xie Heng thought: This old man wants to open your head and take a look at what's inside.

The youth, on the other hand, had a smile on his face. "Are you very familiar with this place?"

Wen Jiu suddenly realised that he had said the wrong thing.

His expression instantly turned awkward.

"In this place, the Vows Mountain Alliance is even more casual than making up lies. Most of those who seek death and talk about virginity are willing to sell it at a price. Tears flow in one's heart as they smile. Deceiving themselves is even more vicious than deceiving others."

Xie Heng smiled with her thin lips, "Jiu, are you sure you are more familiar with me?"

It was unknown how many expressions this youth had on his face.

Although it sounded light and easy, she still felt a bit of heartache as she listened.

He had long experienced this person's cold-hearted attitude, but he lived a life more leisurely than anyone else.

She looked at Xie Heng for a long time, lifted her lips, and spoke with a hint of amusement: "Xie Dongfeng?"

Xie Heng's expression was somewhat subtle, he lightly coughed twice, "Then what … Dongfeng is the word grandfather gave me, there's nothing special about it, don't shout. "

For some reason, the last three words were suddenly spoken in a hushed tone.

She raised her hand and lightly tapped the glass bead on her forehead, as if she was afraid that someone would poke a hole in her face. "Do you also know how young and well-ordered they are?"

This person had completely forgotten that he was usually playing around with Xie Xuan, calling him whatever strange name he wanted.

Wen Jiu leaned back in his chair, the corners of his eyes slightly raised. "Just like the warm spring breeze, or the bright red peach blossoms of willow trees and apricot flowers..."

"Who told you all this? This is such a bastard! "

The color in Xie Heng's eyes slightly changed, and his ears slightly burned. Looking at the person who was smiling in front of him, he still couldn't get angry.

What kind of nonsense was that!

Ever since he came to the Dijing, he had only been to this kind of place twice. He had always returned to capture Miss Wen and bring him back!

Which one of them was so full that they had to go through the accounts from eight hundred years ago?!

Did he think that he had not drawn his sword for too long and wanted to see the blood?

Xie Heng's reaction was really big.

Wen Jiu endured his laughter and pacified his older brother's hair, "Actually it's nothing much, just a useless youngster."

She had an expression that even I would understand if she was old, causing Xie Heng to become even more angry. So you came to Yongle Workshop? "

"Ugh …"

It was rare for Wen Jiu to see Xie Heng like that, he could not help but to tease, in the end he had accidentally also entered.

This was great.

It stepped on my brother's tail.

"Actually, I am here for proper business …"

Wen Jiu hid his hands inside his sleeves, ready to directly raise them to block his elder brother's face when he got angry.

Xie Heng flung his sleeves full of wind onto her body, "Go home!"

The youth turned around and walked downstairs. After taking two steps, he felt that it was too eye-catching to go down the main staircase. He had to change his route.

However, as soon as he turned around, Wen Jiu dived into his embrace.

Xie Heng was caught off guard, and was knocked senseless by her. She held onto him, and did not know what to say.

The young man's phoenix eyes sparkled as he looked at her for a long time.

Wen Jiu rubbed his forehead and muttered, "So he's waiting for me here, it's so painful …"

The glass bead on his forehead looked really good, but when it hit him, it was also very good.

Xie Heng released her hand, looking at her with an angry and funny expression, "Who asked you to drop such a pearl?"

"Lucky!"

Wen Jiu held his forehead, and said confidently: "I have been thinking about how to earn more silver, and how to raise a rich brother! "This is all for …"

"Me?"

Xie Heng interrupted her in disbelief.

Wen Jiu, "..."

Now, she said that if she wanted to live a little longer, would she be beaten up by her elder brother?

She was at a loss for a long time before she pulled her neck back and nodded.

I guess so.

Half and half.

It was unknown what Xie Heng was thinking, and after looking at her for a long while, his gaze darkened.

At the bottom was a long, long, charming, and smiling song.

Xie Heng felt that it was a little hot.

After the youth helped her stand firmly, her expression was evidently unnatural. She fidgeted a little and pulled at her collar while her other hand held onto Wen Jiu's wrist.

The spring wind was warm at night. Under the window was the back alley. The lanterns were dim and the moonlight was faint.

They could not see each other's faces clearly, only their breathing was a little heavier than usual.

Xie Heng dragged her forward, but it was unknown what kind of strange short route they had to take to return to the residence.

The youth remained silent.

Wen Jiu's heart was like a dog's.

When was it not good to come to Yongle Workshop?

After being caught by her elder brother, there was a 80% chance that Third Young Master was still waiting in the mansion to scold her. Now that there were still the Third Madame Xie and the Old Granny, Xie Wanjin was merely here to watch the excitement.

The more Wen Jiu thought about it, the heavier his footsteps became.

When Xie Heng arrived in front of the shop at the end of the street, he suddenly stopped and stuffed a silver ingot into her mouth, "Go and buy some sweet cakes for Third Brother."

Wen Jiu raised his eyes in shock, and after a moment, he reacted, "I have silver."

Xie Heng suppressed his temper and said: "Go quickly."

Even if Wen Jiu were to continue nurturing them, the entire Dijing City would know that the General Xie was going to suffer.

The cake shop was about to close, and Wen Jiu took the silver and went in. He took it with both of his hands, and when he reached the door, Xie Heng took it all.

"Elder brother."

Wen Jiu felt that it was still necessary for him to explain, "I don't have that kind of special hobby, I'm just going to that place."

Xie Heng's eyes were filled with disbelief, "You're not going to call me that?"

Wen Jiu, "..."

He suddenly felt that it would be better not to explain.

Xie Heng thought for a while, then said: "Since you have returned to your residence, you should definitely use this kind of excuse to lie to your Third Brother."

Wen Jiu: "I …"

Was it because he jumped into the Yellow River that he couldn't wash it off?

Moonlight pulled the two of them as he walked towards the General's Mansion s gate. Xie Heng handed over all the oil parcels in his hands to Wen Jiu and instructed him, "Whatever I say later, you just have to nod your head and stop bullshitting. They aren't stupid, and will believe your lies."

Wen Jiu nodded helplessly.

He followed her through the door.

As expected, Third Young Master was sitting in the octagonal pavilion in front of the courtyard. There was not a single maid from attendant around him.

"Jiu is back."

Xie Wanjin walked in from the hallway, and saw Third Young Master for the first time with a darkened face, which was a bit new, "What are you going to do in a while? Don't hit me, just curse … Third Brother's mouth can't really scold much. How about this, let me do it? "

Third Young Master completely ignored him, sitting in the pavilion motionlessly.

Wen Jiu placed a big pile of oil paper bags on the stone table and laughed: "Third Brother, eat the sweet cake."

Without waiting for Xie Wanjin to be satisfied with him being ignored.

Xie Heng sat down at the side and casually said: "Jiu didn't even go to the Yongle Workshop, when I went there, she was buying sweet cakes for you at Li's Pancake Shop. Speaking of which, Jiu is not as considerate towards me, her elder brother, as she is to you, Third Brother."

The young man sighed.

Third Young Master looked up and asked expressionlessly: "Jiu didn't go to the Yongle Workshop, why is elder brother still going?"

Xie Heng and Wen Jiu looked at each other.

Third Young Master's way of questioning was a little unruly.