Xie Heng flew into the air, using the force in his palm to drag the youth behind the red muslin to spin around half of the courtyard, dispersing the sudden swarm of butterflies.

The internal energy of the two clashed invisibly, and in an instant, it exploded. The fiery red silk cloth and the wedding dress on the sickly youth shattered into pieces, fluttering in the air.

The wind blew through the fallen leaves of the courtyard as the white-clothed youth landed gracefully on the ground. With a wave of his right hand, countless poisoned needles flew towards Xie Heng, who was more than ten steps away.

Xie Heng's expression did not change as he raised his wide sleeves to sweep the silver needles off the ground.

The people in the courtyard still had not reacted to what had happened.

He only saw a white figure swiftly fly past the flying red muslin that was all over the sky, carrying the Fourth Young Master that was closest to him up the roof.

"Give me the sword." Xie Heng bellowed, and a dozen or so blue guard s guarding the darkness appeared on the roof quietly. The one leading the group threw all their swords into the air.

Xie Heng, whose entire body was in a mess, flew up into the air and unsheathed his sword, forcing the person on the roof to take dozens of steps back with Xie Wanjin.

As the heavy rain began to subside, the morning sunlight shined upon the edges of everyone's swords, shining silver.

That person squinted his eyes as an evil aura surged out from his body.

With the sword in hand, the Little Tyrant neared him, his entire body brimming with killing intent. He pointed the sword tip at the youth who looked exactly like Xie Qi, "Let go of him, I'll leave you with an intact corpse!"

That person gently pinched Xie Wanjin's neck as he stood at the highest point of the roof. He smiled, "Big brother, for the sake of stealing my fiancee, you don't even care about brotherly feelings?"

The young man's voice was clearly the same as before, but the gentle jade-like expression on his face had long since disappeared.

"Don't f * cking talk anymore!" Fourth Young Master, who was afraid that his fear had reached a certain realm, hugged onto the youth's arm, not even daring to open his eyes. With a trembling voice, he roared, "If you want to f * * king pretend, go ahead and pretend! You want to provoke my brother at this time? "

It was unknown if his acting was too good, or if the people in the residence wanted Xie Qi to come back so much that they did not see any flaws.

Especially for Xie Wanjin, when Li Cangnan said that his body was weak and that he needed to recuperate, the old granny and the two young ones also tried to take a look at him from the window. Even Wen Jiu didn't get close to her before marriage due to the rule that they couldn't meet.

Only Xie Wanjin had gotten along with the teenager for the past few days, bringing water and medicine for him. He was afraid that the teenager would get sick, so he directly slept in front of the window.

If not for him suddenly provoking Xie Heng earlier, he might not even have been able to see through the flaw.

Xiaowu...

How could that modest, jade-like, gentle, and kind youth do something that would make others sad?

"Are you f * cking crazy?" The more Xie Wanjin thought about it, the angrier he got. He felt that he had been treating his younger brother well these past few days, and he opened his eyes and glared at him, "If you're so capable, pretend to be for life! What's wrong with pretending for two days and then giving up? You're still pinching my neck! Why don't you use a bit more strength and strangle me to death? "

"Shut up!" The man could not take it anymore, he roared at Xie Wanjin.

Xie Heng, who was two steps away from him, had his phoenix eyes half-closed as he struck down with his sword.

A corner of the roof collapsed, and pieces of broken tile flew everywhere.

The young man with Xie Qi's appearance released his left hand, and just as he was about to release his energy and strike out with his palm, he was suddenly embraced by Xie Wanjin like an octopus.

"Can you offer snacks if you take hostages? Grab on tightly to my ass! Elder Brother, please take it easy. Your handsome and kind little brother, who can earn money and get beaten up, is still in someone else's hands! " Fourth Young Master almost wanted to hang him on the ground as he closed his eyes and cursed non-stop.

The whole courtyard echoed. The birds not far away were scared and scattered in panic. The dewy leaves under the eaves also lowered their heads.

The person was grabbed by Xie Wanjin until he staggered, and was unable to dodge in time, and could only receive Xie Heng's sword strike. The sword pierced through the youth's shoulder blade, and blood dyed the white inner garment.

Xie Heng pulled out his sword and blood splattered everywhere. He was used to seeing blood, so his eyes were emotionless as he reached out to grab Xie Wanjin.

Fourth Young Master whose face was deathly pale had his eyes closed, tightly hugging the young man without letting go.

The eighteen year old Fourth Young Master had completely forgotten how heavy he was as he hung onto the heavily injured youth, causing him to be unable to stand properly.

Xie Heng leaped down with his sword in hand, his robes fluttering in the wind, he shouted out loud: "Brother Yun, save me!" Fourth Young Master pulled down from the youth's body and pushed him towards the stone table beside him.

Xie Wanjin's face was pale white as he gasped for breath.

A group of blue guard followed suit and jumped down, with seven to eight ropes grabbing onto the youth. No matter how hard he tried to dodge, he was still tied up tight.

Xie Heng's Exhausted Sword was placed horizontally across the man's neck, his unparalleled handsome eyebrows were also covered by a layer of killing intent, causing people to halt in their tracks, and they asked: "Where is my fifth brother?"

"Elder brother." The youth said in a low voice, looking incomparably weak, "I'm right in front of you. Could it be that you want to marry the Miss Wen and you want to kill me? "

Xie Family and deep affection were actually not just on the surface, even the Little Tyrant who killed like hemp actually couldn't move against his, Xiaowu's, face.

The youth was fearless. Even though he was heavily injured, a sinister smile was still on his lips.

"You should know that I have a very bad temper. I will not tolerate anyone provoking me." Xie Heng raised the sword in his hand and sliced open the skin and flesh of the man's ears. Blood instantly dyed the blade red.

His movements were extremely fast, and by the time Xie Wanjin had recovered from his shock and reached out to block him, the youth's neck was already stained with blood.

"Eldest brother, let me do it. Put away your sword first." Fourth Young Master personally went forward to search for traces of the human skin mask on the youth's face. He pinched the left and right sides of his face, but was unable to find any traces.

Xie Wanjin could not help but feel a sense of novelty, he instantly forgot that he almost fell down and became a cripple. He smiled at others in a pear-shaped way, "Brother Ren, your cooking skills are not bad, where did you learn that? Take me with you? "

Xie Heng raised his leg and kicked Fourth Young Master away. Looking at the youth in front of him who looked exactly like his little brother Xiaowu, his face sank, "You either tell me where my fifth brother is, or you die."

"What the hell is going on?" Old Madame Xie, who was standing a few steps away, couldn't help but ask.

Xiaoliu, who was protected by the mama behind her, looked over in shock.

"He's not Xiaowu." Xie Heng's words were shocking.

Old Madame Xie's face changed, then who is he?

"West Chu teacher, Rong Sheng." Xie Heng lowered his eyes, showing no expression on his face.

Old Madame Xie still had more questions he wanted to ask, so he went forward and briefly explained to her what happened a few months ago when someone from the West Chu infiltrated into the Dijing and stole the Great Yan's border map.

The young State Grandmaster from West Chu had been famous even before Xie Heng. He had a shrewd heart and was proficient in the art of poison Gu. He would always use a different appearance when facing different people from different places, and no one had ever seen his true appearance.

Then, he said, "Recently, the royal family's secret guards have been searching for his whereabouts. No one would have thought that he, who disguised himself as the Fifth Young Master, would come to our General's Mansion."

Xie Heng waved his hand, "Bring him out."

The blue guard replied and left.

Xie Wanjin looked at everyone with a bit of hesitation, and finally chased after them. "Take him to listen to Jia Xuan, I'll ask him myself!"

"You .. "You already knew?" The killing intent of the disheveled youth in front of Old Madame Xie had not completely faded yet. At some point, even he, his grandmother, felt that he was a little unfamiliar with the young man.

The imperial court was a silent battleground, quietly waking up the things hidden in his bones and blood.

His layout was calm and meticulous, his actions quick and nimble enough to cause no one to have time to react.

The Old Madame Xie asked with a trembling voice, "You already knew that he wasn't Xiaowu, then why .."

He knelt outside the door for the whole night, and so did the Old Madame Xie in the room.

"Even though he isn't the real Xiaowu, I truly want to marry the Jiu." Xie Heng reached out to support the grandmother who was barely able to stand steadily. He restrained the killing intent in his body, revealing a bit of filial piety and respect, "I failed to live up to Grandmother's teachings for many years, so it's only right for me to kneel."

Snatching a brother's wife, how shameless was that.

However, his mind was born from his heart. It had already been more than a day or two. He was in a difficult situation, so how could he save himself?

"My son! Why do you have to go through all this trouble? " Old Madame Xie hugged Xie Heng and could not help but cry bitterly.

Her eldest grandson was nothing more than a child. She loved him like a precious treasure, yet had actually forced him to such a state.

He had been schemed to ruin Wen Jiu's innocence, was hated by the person he loved, and carried the notoriety of stealing away his brother's wife. The proud youth knelt in the rain for an entire night, just wanting to beg his grandmother for an opportunity to atone for his sins.

Xie Heng laughed self-deprecatingly, and said: "I owe her, so I can only repay it myself."

Outside of the eaves, the rain stopped and the wind stopped. The clouds parted and the sun appeared. The faint golden sunlight sprinkled over the courtyard.

It was the tenth day of the fifth month, and it was a good time to get married and travel far away.

In the General's Mansion, the drums played together.

Joy rose up as the red carpet arrived in front of Wen Jiu's door.