Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Back in Chunhuating, Wei Ji and Xie Zhijun took a quick bath together.

When the two of them sat in the bedroom wearing clean clothes, they both felt much more comfortable.

Back home, Xie Zhijun sat by the window with Wei Ji and made tea for Wei Ji himself.

Wei Ji looked at her quietly without speaking.

The husband and wife were quiet for a while, only the gurgling sound of making tea could be heard in the room, which was actually a sign of the quietness of the years.

Although there are constant wars outside and the enemy has not retreated, for Xie Zhiyun, it is indeed peace of mind, and he no longer hesitates.

After more than two months, Xie Zhijun's hands had many small cuts, which were not as smooth and delicate as before, but she herself didn't care at all.

She was slowly pouring boiling water into the teapot, and soon, the elegant tea fragrance wafted out.

Xie Zhijun smiled: "Have you not had tea for a long time?"

Wei Ji nodded and said, "I miss you a little bit."

Xie Zhiyun poured him a bowl of tea, and said, "Cold it before drinking it."

The two chatted like ordinary couples, Wei Ji told her about the situation at the border, and then said: "With my father here, don't worry."

Xie Zhiyun nodded, she put down the teacup in her hand, and looked up at Wei Ji.

"Husband, you said earlier that you would come back and talk to me, what did you mean?"

Her eyes are bright and bright, like stars in the dark night, guiding the lost people on their journey home.

Wei Ji was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses, and put down the teacup without much hesitation.

Then he stretched out his hand to Xie Zhijun.

Xie Zhiyun also naturally put his hand in his palm, letting him hold his hand tightly, as if this way he could never be separated.

Wei Ji has always been decisive, and today, the two of them have gone through ups and downs together, that sentence should have been said a long time ago.

Wei Ji stared deeply at Xie Zhijun, and Xie Zhijun also stared at her.

After a while, Wei Ji finally opened his mouth, "Nian Nian, I am happy with you."

But the four words are so refreshing and pleasant to the ear.

Xie Zhiyun's face blushed first, then she coughed lightly, looking back at Wei Ji with a hard-to-dodge look.

She took a deep breath, trying not to let her heart beat so violently.

"Boqian," she paused, then said firmly, "I'm also happy with it."

At this moment, both of their eyes were red, they just stared at each other, and then laughed with tears in their eyes.

Xie Zhiyun shook Wei Ji's hand, rarely being coquettish: "I'll only say this once."

"You must not forget."

"I won't forget, how could I forget?" Wei Ji said, wanting to continue to say something, but when the words came to his lips, his face suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Zhiyun saw a mouthful of blood gushing out of his mouth, staining the white shirt he had just changed into red.

Xie Zhiyun felt a buzzing sound in her ears, and she stood there in a daze, and even subconsciously let go of the hand holding Wei Ji.

The next moment, she was gently pushed by someone, and she woke up from the panic and daze.

"Boqian! Boqian! What's wrong with you?"

Xie Zhiyun shouted to Zhao Yu in a panic: "Come here, call me madam!"

Trembling, he came to Wei Ji's side and helped him to lie back.

Wei Ji's lips were covered with blood, which stained his chin and neck red, and continued to flow out.

Xie Zhiyun's tears flowed faster than his blood.

She held Wei Ji's hand tightly, and kept wiping his blood with a handkerchief, almost incoherently saying: "Bo Qian, what's wrong with you, where is your pain?"

"Didn't we just have a good time, let me tell you that I like you."

Xie Zhijun has never been in such pain before, what is calm, dignified, what is decent, calm, I don't know where it disappeared for a long time.

All she knew was that Wei Ji fell down suddenly, her husband was injured and sick, and suddenly vomited a lot of blood.

Xie Zhiyun didn't even bother to wipe her face, she kept wiping the blood from Wei Ji's mouth while screaming in panic.

"Wei Ji, we agreed to be together forever, we agreed."

"You can't break your word."

Xie Zhiyun couldn't help crying.

She felt her heart was broken.

The memories lost due to high fever at the age of five came one after another.

During the Lantern Festival in Langhuan that year, Xie Zhijun was taken out of the house by her mother. They looked at the lively crowd on the street, the smiling faces of others, and the dazzling array of candle lights above their heads.

The lights on that day were so gorgeous, if nothing happened later, it would be enough for Xie Zhiyun to have a good aftertaste and remember it for a lifetime.

Accidents happen.

A group of bandits came from nowhere, they robbed anyone they saw, and killed them if they refused. In an instant, blood flowed into rivers in the Lantern Festival, and it was a mess.

Xie Zhiyun still remembers that her mother was very decisive, she took her cold little hand and told her not to be afraid.

She told her that as long as they enter the side alley and turn to the back, they can leave the festival of lights and return home quickly.

That was obviously the safest way, but not long after they left, the servants were scattered by the rushing crowd.

Immediately afterwards, a tall man with a bloodstained blade stood in front of the two of them.

Xie Zhijun was only five years old that year, she didn't understand anything, she could only feel the eerie chill on the other person's body.

The bone-piercing cold spread across her body, just like now.

Xie Zhiyun was frightened, but she didn't cry. She held her mother's hand tightly and stood there motionless, as obedient as a doll.

The bandit grinned, bent down, seemed to see Xie Zhijun's delicate and pretty face, and burst out laughing.

"It's good for mother and daughter, let's take it back to have a refreshment."

However, his laughter stopped abruptly.

The slender and sharp hairpin pierced his ankle so hard, breaking his hamstring.

The bandit screamed in pain, but the mother picked up Xie Zhijun and was about to run forward without blinking her eyes.

Just then, another bandit stood in front of them.

"Kill them, kill them." The wounded bandit roared like thunder.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dark red.

Mother held her tightly in her arms, blocking countless fists and feet with her delicate body.

At this moment, Xie Zhijun heard a clear young voice.

"stop!"

"What kind of a man is to bully a woman?"

Xie Zhiyun was in her mother's arms, and saw the boy's clear eyes from the gap in the crowd.

The boy seemed to have seen her too, blinked at her, and then made a mouth-shape.

He said, "Run!"

Immediately afterwards, the long sword in the young man's hand waved towards him, like a shooting star falling from the sky, so bright and dazzling.

Xie Zhijun's last memory is that her mother was holding her and running home tremblingly. She hugged her mother's shoulders and looked at the young man who was fighting bloody in the crowd.

Nine-year-old Wei Ji was covered in blood, but his eyes were still bright.

He has always been her hero.

Xie Zhiyun shook his hand: "Husband, I remembered that you were the one who saved me and my mother at the Yuan Lantern Festival that year."

Xie Zhiyun couldn't help crying: "You save me now, don't leave me, okay?"

Wei Ji squeezed her hand lightly, a coughing sound came from his throat, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

His bright eyes were fixed on Xie Zhijun, and there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes.

He even looked at Xie Zhijun and smiled.

Xie Zhijun wiped his face indiscriminately with his blood-stained hands, and then covered Wei Ji's mouth: "I know, I know everything, you remember it too, don't you?"

She cried and said, "Don't talk, please, Wei Ji, don't talk."

"We missed the whole 13 years, and I don't want to miss you again."

Xie Zhiyun burst into tears.

Wei Ji's eyes had been fixed on Xie Zhijun, she was full of tears at the moment, but the little girl back then didn't know how to be afraid.

Wei Ji wanted to tell her not to cry, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, so he could only say silently, "You didn't cry back then."

Grandma Jia saw this when she arrived. She suppressed her panic and came over to see Wei Ji's appearance.

After all, Grandma Jia had seen strong winds and waves, so she ran to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and took out a box of pills.

"Miss, miss, give this to uncle to eat."

It was a life-saving life-saving pill, a prescription handed down by the Xie family for seven generations. It could not completely save lives, but it could stop bleeding, relieve anger, and prolong time.

Xie Zhiyun was so frightened that she completely forgot that she still had this medicine. Now that she was reminded by Jia Nanny, she hurriedly took one with trembling hands and put it directly on Wei Ji's lips.

"Boqian, eat it, please eat it."

Xie Zhiyun was flustered a long time ago, sometimes calling him Boqian, sometimes calling him Wei Ji, panicked.

Wei Ji's body was in excruciating pain, and countless blood spurted up from his throat, making him unable to restrain himself from spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

But when he saw Xie Zhiyun's panicked and grief-stricken appearance, he wanted to comfort her so much.

But he couldn't do it.

Wei Ji felt that he was very cold and his body was in pain. It seemed that something was eroding his heart, so that he could no longer hold Xie Zhijun's hand, and told her with a smile that I like you.

Wei Ji felt the warmth in his eyes, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

At this moment, Xie Zhijun fed him a medicine, and Wei Ji took it in his mouth without hesitation.

Even though the blood was still about to gush out, Wei Ji swallowed the medicine with great effort, relying on his strong concentration.

The medicine melted quickly in his mouth, and Wei Ji could no longer taste the medicine, but he still tried hard to make Xie Zhijun smile.

He wanted to comfort Xie Zhiyun and tell her not to cry, crying made his heart ache.

The Baoming Pill was indeed Xie's family heirloom. Once the medicine entered his throat, the pain on Wei Ji's body was greatly reduced, and he stopped coughing up blood in his throat.

When Cui Ji and the others ran over in panic, Wei Ji only had the blood he had just spat out, and he no longer twitched in pain.

Xie Zhijun knelt beside Wei Ji, her face was covered with blood and tears, she turned her head to look at Cui Ji, tears came down again.

"Mom, what should I do?"

She no longer knew what to do.

Cui Ji came over and hugged Xie Zhiyun, and asked the old genius doctor to come forward to treat Wei Ji.

The old genius doctor looked at it quickly, but after taking a breath, he came to a conclusion: "Young master is poisoned."