Returning to the General's Mansion.

Everyone in the manor stood uniformly in front of the court and paid their respects to the General Xie with their gazes.

Xie Heng looked at the black circles in front of everyone's eyes, and did not know whether to laugh or cry. You haven't slept all night? "

Everyone nodded, the youngest Zhu'er said: "Young Madame is afraid that the general will lose his way, he brought his men and searched the city for an entire night .. .."

The young man turned his head, his amber eyes reflecting Wen Jiu's image, he smiled faintly, and even her eyes shone brightly.

Wen Jiu was a little uncomfortable under his gaze. She turned her head and said to the rest of the people: "The general has returned.

Everyone replied.

Wen Jiu also whispered a few words into Jin Er's ear. The latter looked at General Xie and quickly ran back into the courtyard.

Xie Heng said to her, "You also haven't slept for the entire night .."

Wen Jiu interrupted him and said, "Roll up your right sleeve. Let me take a look."

The youth was stunned for a moment before a trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes. He then smiled and said, "It's nothing. It's just a small injury. If you didn't say it, I would have forgotten it already."

"Roll it up."

It was rare for Wen Jiu to have such a tenacious temper.

The color of the blood was deep and shallow, and one couldn't tell how bad the injury was.

She couldn't help but frown.

Xie Heng was surprised that she was stubborn about this matter, and laughed helplessly: "Aren't I fine? "What's there to see?"

He reached out to roll up the sleeve of his left hand. The blood on his white wrist had solidified. The wound was blocked by a sharp weapon.

"Wait."

Wen Jiu's eyes turned red.

"I already told you not to look .."

Xie Heng thought that the wound had scared the Young Madame and quickly put down his sleeve.

"Allow me."

She stepped forward and carefully rolled up his sleeves, her eyes red. "Is this the injury that elder brother spoke of?"

This youth spoke calmly in terms of Conference Hall. Everyone treated him as a Little Tyrant who would kill without blinking an eye, afraid that he wouldn't be able to escape.

But who knew how many injuries he suffered and how much blood he lost while chasing Wanyan Hao out of the 100 li area?

"Then what .." Xie Heng laughed: "Those that do not harm my life, are all minor injuries."

Jin Er brought the medicine back, but didn't dare to make a sound when he presented it to Young Madame.

Wen Jiu clenched his teeth and did not say anything, his actions becoming even more careful and gentle. He slowly separated the young man's sleeves that were stuck together with his flesh and blood.

Xie Heng lowered his eyes and looked at her. The pain from his arm was already to the point of numbing, but the girl's fingertip was slightly cold.

In an instant, it was as if a raging fire was set ablaze, almost about to set his entire body on fire.

The youth suddenly grabbed her wrist, preventing her from continuing to move. His handsome face slightly stiffened for a moment, then he laughed: "Third Young Master has nothing better to do, just let him wipe it for me. Jiu, go take a rest. "

When Third Young Master heard this, his eyebrows knitted even tighter.

"Did I hurt you?"

Wen Jiu's hands were still trembling slightly.

"Mm .." "Ah, this .." Xie Heng's expression was a little unnatural. After a long while, he finally said, "Men and women shouldn't be so intimate with each other. Moreover, Third Young Master has some experience with this matter."

Xie Xuan pursed his lips: Now do you think that men and women should not be intimate with each other?

What have you been doing?

Without waiting for him to speak, Xie Heng had already pulled him along the long corridor, and said in a low voice: "Don't dawdle, my hand still hurts!"

Xie Xuan said expressionlessly: "Brother, you said just now that it was a small wound. It doesn't hurt."

Xie Heng acknowledged, and said extremely naturally: "That was said for Jiu to hear."

Xie Xuan said, "... Elder brother, I'll have to trouble you to show some face. "

Xie Heng raised his hand and sucked in a breath of cold air, "If you were shameless, I would have cried while hugging you."

Xie Xuan, "..."

The General Xie said with worry: "This hand of mine has also embraced the exceptional beauty of Jiang An's 14 cities. If I had such an ugly scar on my face, I would never be able to hold a beauty's waist in the future."

Third Young Master's handsome face was expressionless: "How can this Jiu do something so light?"

Jiu looked down at his hands.

His fingertip was stained with the youth's blood, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Xie Heng was unlike the other young masters in the Dijing City who liked to flirt with mediocre people, who rarely wore light white clothes.

Most of the time, he was wearing a set of thick and untamed clothes. When he appeared, he would strip away all the colors in the world.

A lot of people grabbed onto this reason to slander him, and started sending stacks after stacks of reports regarding this young lad. Anyang was slaughtered, and so many people had died from Xie Family, but Xie Heng did not hold onto a hoe. Just from this one incident, Xie Heng could tell that this man's character was bad, and would definitely become a swindler in the future.

Even the Old Emperor himself could only explain it in terms of Conference Hall.

Xie Heng said: "Red clothes stained with blood, it's the hardest to see clearly."

Hearing that, the officials felt a chill behind their backs, who exactly was it that had to kill so many people in Little Tyrant to stop.

Wen Jiu suddenly remembered that the youth's red clothes were stained with blood. Half of it was someone else's, while the other half was his.

At this moment, the tip of her nose was sore, and her heart felt as if it was being grabbed by an invisible hand, causing her to almost lose her footing.

Jin Er immediately supported her: "Young Madame, are you alright?"

"Not bad."

"Fortunately .."

Wen Jiu muttered to himself.

Fortunately, in this lifetime, she had long since thought of taking good care of that youth.

On the other side.

The crippled Sir Chang Zai rolled up his sleeves and let the Third Young Master apply the medicine.

Xie Xuan said: "Take off your clothes first."

Xie Heng raised his hand, looking like a big brother wanting to be served, he laughed: "I can't take off one of my hands, is there anything I can do for Third Young Master?"

There was no one else in the room.

"Don't move."

Xie Xuan went forward and quickly took off his white clothes. Glancing at him from the corner of his eyes, he could not help but frown and ask: "Can anyone poke your heart?"

Xie Heng had been a rich young master for so many years, and his skin was as white as jade.

Xie Heng said unconcernedly: "I drank too much last time, and I don't know why, but I got this injury."

He was still trying to figure out how that person's slightly cold fingertip could ignite the raging fire on the prairie. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't understand.

Third Young Master did not ask any further, and quietly bandaged him up with medicine.

Xie Heng, who had been in a daze for a long while, suddenly spoke out. "Third Young Master, why don't you try using a bit more strength?"

Xie Xuan looked at him with a strange expression.

Xie Heng was in so much pain that her brows furrowed, "It's not this heavy!"

Third Young Master didn't understand, "Then how do we do it?"

"That's right .." Xie Heng found it hard to describe it.

It was just that kind of light touch. It was obvious that it was invisible, but it could set off waves of shock in one's heart.

The Third Young Master was still waiting for him to explain himself, but Xie Heng was actually a little confused and confused, and said helplessly: "Forget it, I just can't explain it."

Xie Xuan said with an expressionless face: "Are you including him or not?"

"Bag!"

Xie Heng did not understand, so he decided to stop thinking about it.

Maybe the Jiu's hands were born different from others.

Just as he was done, Shiquan stood at the door and said: "The decree has been passed down from the palace."

This time, they did not even have a chance to greet him. Instead, they immediately ordered, "The Emperor has an order: Go to Superior General, return to the Black Feather Camp. Without a summons, you are not allowed to return to the city!"

A few attendant maids in front of the court were all stunned. With another half a month until the new year, and with such a decree suddenly appearing, the General's Mansion would not be able to pass the year smoothly.

Xie Heng calmly received the decree, his expression did not contain even the slightest dissatisfaction.

Even if Wang Liang wanted to, he had no way to say anything. "Sky, cold, earth, winter, take care, General Xie." Then he took his leave.

Xie Heng smiled as he expressed his thanks.

As soon as he left, the youth tossed the imperial edict onto the stone table. With a cold smile, he said, "What a great 'no one can return to the city without calling for help'!"