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The morning sunlight was rather dazzling, and that person was standing under the Pear Blossom Tree. He was dressed in a blue robe that looked like a painting, and was still as warm as jade when he first met him.

Xie Qi slightly smiled, and said gently: "Long time no see, has Miss Wen been well since we last met?"

"Fifth Young Master …" Wen Jiu's eyes were a field of tears, almost falling down.

How many times had he blamed himself? If she had been a little faster at that time, would Xie Qi have died in Chang Ning River?

Everyone in the Xie Family were benevolent and righteous, and had never asked "Why are you still alive after Xie Qi?" In that case.

However, Wen Jiu himself often asked himself if he had reacted first, by giving up his life without any complaints.

The answer was no.

Xie Qi walked over to her. The young man was thin, with a face as white as jade and was devoid of blood.

As Wen Jiu walked towards him, she staggered and almost fell forward.

Xie Heng, who was by her side, reacted quickly and reached out to support her, "Jiu, be careful."

The young man's voice did not contain much emotion, and he only shifted his gaze from him to Xie Qi. After a long while, he did not say a single word.

Xie Qi stood in front of the two, looked at the two, and slowly spread open his arms as he said slowly: "I'm back."

Wen Jiu had the impulse to hug him.

However, Xie Heng, who was beside her, was faster than her, and embraced her, "Xiaowu."

Xie Qi was startled, then smiled: "Brother Chang."

These two brothers had deep feelings for each other, so they didn't let go just by hugging each other. On the other hand, Wen Jiu who was standing by the side seemed to not know what to say.

When he saw Wen Jiu looking at him, he resentfully put down his sleeves, walked over, and said to her in a low voice: "Don't blame your elder brother for seizing your position. In the past, Xiaowu was always the most painful to others.

Wen Jiu was startled for a long time before reacting, "Where did you say you found the Fifth Young Master?"

"A thousand gold for one!" had been drinking outside for an entire night and still reeked of alcohol. He leaned over and whispered to her, "They think Xiaowu is being sold like that, but look at how thin he is, he's almost skinny and has been through a lot these past few days."

Wen Jiu looked up at the sky, trying really hard to pour the tears that came out from his eyes back in.

She knew perfectly well that a poor family's displacement in that place was already very pitiful.

But Xie Qi was the Xie Clan's famous Young Master, he had lived extravagantly since young, and had never left his home, yet he was actually treated like a commodity.

Her heart ached so much that it was hard to say. She even had the heart to sacrifice a thousand gold coins on the spot.

"Not bad." After leaving Xie Heng's embrace, he turned to look at her and said, "It's already good enough that I can live to see you and the others."

Wen Jiu, who was looking up at the sky, instantly burst into tears.

"Miss Wen, you … "You're crying …" Xie Qi didn't know what to do, and walked in front of Wen Jiu, feeling helpless. He passed a brocade handkerchief to her, "These few days, I have been pretty good. By the way, I've seen a lot of things from north to south that I've never seen before. "It's different from what I read in the book. I thought, 'If only I could read it with you one day."

Wen Jiu's eyes were red as she reached out to grab the silk handkerchief in his hand. Her tears had completely blurred her vision, but she still managed to grab onto the youth's hand.

Skinny and bony, the warm wind of early summer breezed by, and Xie Qi felt a chill all over his body.

But he said, I'm doing fine.

Wen Jiu had never liked to cry. Eyes were the most useless things, crying too much would affect his luck.

But now, she had forgotten all about it, holding Xie Qi's hand, she cried until the sky went dark, almost unable to breathe.

The youth's sleeves were wet from her crying, and he didn't know how to coax her.

Xie Heng and Xie Wanjin had never seen Wen Jiu like this. Young Madame was normally in the business world, slaughtering people everywhere, and only people would cry like this.

"I knew that we should have let Jiu take a breather first. After crying so much, it almost scared Xiaowu out of his wits." Fourth Young Master rubbed his face, reached out a finger, and gently poked Xie Heng's arm, "Brother … How about you go and coax us first? "

Xie Heng lowered his eyes, withdrew the myriad of emotions in his eyes, and walked forward to pat Wen Jiu on the head, "Don't cry anymore, be careful of getting rich."

Wen Jiu was sobbing, he could not help but paused, raised his head, and looked at Xie Heng with misty eyes, "I earned so much silver, what about it? I can break it! "

The expression in Xie Qi's eyes changed slightly, but she did not say anything.

Xie Wanjin, "... Jiu, you aren't usually like this. Didn't you say that you would take the life of whoever allowed you to get rich? "

Wen Jiu raised his own sleeves, wiped his face, and said with an indistinct voice: "Fourth Brother, can you not speak?"

"I'll do my best." Xie Wanjin silently sat on a stone chair to the side.

Xie Heng passed a silk handkerchief over, "Wipe your tears."

Not far away, Xie Xiaoliu and the Xiaoqi were rushing over. Before they even arrived, their voices had already started howling, "Fifth brother!"

The two youngsters were shouting so loudly that it shook the heaven and earth.

Wen Jiu panicked a little, he originally wanted to take the embroidered handkerchief, but in the end, he reached out and wiped Xie Heng's sleeves.

It was only after she finished wiping the blood that she saw clearly. She immediately looked at him with some embarrassment.

Xie Heng's amber eyes sparkled as she whispered, "It's fine, it's fine. Why are you panicking?"

"I …" Wen Jiu couldn't explain either.

On this day, no one was able to think straight.

In just a short moment, the two little ones had already pounced towards Xie Qi. They probably knew that his body wasn't well, and didn't dare to be too impudent.

Xie Xiaoqi: "Fifth brother, I knew you would come back! "I have left you good books on polysaccharides and paintings. There are also many books, all of which you loved to read in the past. I have already memorized all of them. When you return, I will tell you stories like my elder brother did every day …"

"I knew Fifth Brother wouldn't die, and we even had to fly kites together. You still haven't gone out to look at the lanterns yet, we … we still have a lot of things that we haven't done together!" Fifth brother, I always dream about you.

Old Madame Xie, who had always been as steady as Mt. Tai, rushed over and stood in front of his long-missed grandson.

Xie Yucheng was pulled by the Third Madame Xie and squeezed in front of him together, surrounding Xie Qi so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

Wen Jiu and Xie Heng were all pushed to the back.

A maid ran over: "General, the palace has issued an order for you to enter the palace."

Xie Heng turned around and glanced at the large family, and then looked towards Wen Jiu who was hesitating to speak, and said softly: "I'll be back soon, don't worry."

Wen Jiu said without hesitation: "Elder brother, I'll send you out."

She wanted to make use of this chance to remind Xie Heng that no matter how bad Empress Yang was, she was still Old Emperor's wife.

Just as he finished speaking …

Then he heard the two little ones howl their throats out, "Fifth brother! What's wrong with you, fifth brother! Wake up! "