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Three days later, it was rumored that the young master of the Wen family and the young lady of the Feng family were getting married.

The Wen family threw a big banquet and set the wedding banquet for three days, and all the wedding invitations have been sent out, and the Qiongzhen faction also received them.

Ye Zhixi looked at the red wedding invitation, her eyes were a little lost in thought.

"Senior brother..." The junior sister at the side called softly in distress.

Ye Zhixi just came back to her senses, a pale smile twitched at the corner of her mouth, and said, "He's getting married... I heard that the bride is Feng Han'er, Miss Feng's family."

The junior sister pursed her lips and said nothing, Ye Zhixi murmured: "I heard that the bride is very beautiful, they are a good match."

Seeing his melancholy eyes, Junior Sister couldn't help but want to bring some light to him.

"Okay! Let's go too! Let's go bless him!" Ye Zhixi said suddenly, her eyes were deep.

The day before the Wen family's wedding banquet, all factions went to congratulate.

Wen Bin didn't leave the room, and left everything to Chu Yang, the eldest brother of the Wen family.

Wen Bin sat in the room, and the entire Wen family became popular, including him.

He looked at the happy clothes on his body, feeling a little dazed.

Why is he wearing this?

Wen Bin returned to Wen's house, and saw No.1 Wen Luo, Wen's family was no longer as energetic as before. I thought Wen Luo's first words would be: "You're finally back."

But who knows, she tremblingly said: "Who told you to come back? Didn't I let Zhixi protect you?! Go! Go!"

Wen Bin was stunned, mother told Ye Zhi not to let her come back...

Wen Luo looked haggard, and tried hard to push him out of Wen's house, but before he had taken a few steps, Wen Qian came, his steps were heavy, full of hostility, and he slapped him as soon as he came up, Wen Bin trembled , buried his head.

"You still know how to come back?! Do you know that the Wen family is going to end!"

Wen Luo tightly protected Wen Bin, begging: "Master, calm down, the child is right."

Wen Qian said angrily in a deep voice: "Let him prepare! Go and kowtow thirty heads to Mr. Mo's family! Then marry Miss Feng's family!"

Wen Luo's eyes dimmed, and she said, "Master, is there no other way? Do we have to pay for our son?"

"He made a mistake! He should be let go!"

Wen Qian flicked his sleeves and left angrily.

Only then did Wen Luo lift his face, stroked his swollen face with red eyes, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Bin hummed silently, staring straight at her.

"Didn't mother tell you not to come back? Why are you disobedient?!"

"Mother..." Wen Bin's nose soured.

Wen Luo gently rubbed his face, her eyes were moist, but she still said in a warm voice: "I haven't seen you for a year, Bin'er is handsome again."

Wen Bin just let him rub his wounds.

On the second day, Wen Qian took him to Mo's house. Mo's house was on the top of the mountain, and there were thousands of steps from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

It was originally decided that as long as Young Master Wen kowtowed thirty times to Mr. Mo, the matter would be over, but they regretted it.

Wen Qian led Wen Bin to stand on the main hall of the Mo family, while Mo Huan was watching the show with his legs crossed.

"Kneel down!" Wen Qian kicked Wen Bin's leg directly, and Wen Bin knelt on the ground with a plop, but still gritted his teeth.

"kowtow!"

Wen Bin didn't take any action, Wen Qian yelled again: "Kowtow!"

"father……"

"Wait a minute!" Mo Huan interrupted Wen Bin suddenly.

"I think thirty kowtows is too little, it's not fun, otherwise, how about letting Master Wen come up from the mountain on his knees, and kowtow every three steps?!" Mo Huan clapped his hands and shouted.

Wen Qian was dumbfounded, and the Patriarch of the Mo family closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Then invite your noble son to come down the mountain."

Wen Bin was escorted down the mountain, Mo Huan kicked him on the back, Wen Bin snorted, and then knelt down on the bluestone slab.

"Master Wen, let's start." Mo Huan smiled from the side.

Wen Qian pursed his lips, his face was ugly, but he didn't stop him.

Wen Bin's eyes trembled, and he turned his head to glance at Wen Qian. Wen Qian met his eyes, but his brows were serious.

Wen Bin withdrew his gaze, raised his head and sneered, "Okay!"

Against the glare of the sun, Wen Bin's face became paler, but also more determined.

Wen Bin clenched his fists and climbed the three steps on his knees. Every step was taken calmly.

"Master Wen! Kneel!" Mo Huan smiled.

Wen Bin's back was straight, he pursed his lips, his eyes were as deep as night, his hands were clenched tighter and tighter, Mo Huan was still urging him.

Wen Qian thought that he would not kowtow, but in the next second, Wen Bin bent his straight waist, and knocked his head hard on the bluestone board with a loud voice.

When he lifted himself up, his forehead was flushed red, but his back was still straight, as if that was the only trace of dignity left in him.

"Continue!" Mo Huan laughed wildly.

Wen Bin continued to move his knees, his pure white clothes were covered with dust, he bent over, and shook his head again.

Mo Huan just followed beside him, laughing from time to time, Wen Qian's face was heavy, but he didn't say a word.

More than 1000 steps and more than 400 ringing heads, Wen Bin climbed all morning.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he was pale, his eyes were blurred, and even moving his legs was a very small movement, and he knocked his head loudly at the last slam.

Finally, it's over.

Mo Huan was tired of watching it long ago, and was still interested for a while, but he just paid him a whole morning, and he didn't care about Wen's father and son, so he just went back to his room.

Wen Bin's forehead was already covered with blood, and the blood stains were still left on his pale face, forming scabs.

"Get up." Wen Qian reached out to help him.

Wen Bin patted him away with the last bit of strength, his lips were dry, his eyes were cold, and he said hoarsely: "No trouble, Master Wen."

Wen Qian shook his body, but his momentum remained undiminished. He said in a deep voice, "If you want to hate me, then do so."

According to folklore, Wen Qian didn't like Wen Luo, and their marriage was also due to the family marriage, Wen Qian didn't have a good impression of Wen Luo, so they stayed away all year round.Wen Bin had heard these words from others before, but he didn't believe them. It was only now that he realized that Wen Qian really had no feelings for them, at least for their mother and son.

Wen Bin snorted, his eyes narrowed, but he didn't look at him, his voice was empty: "Hate? You're not worth it."

The person he Wenbin hates, he Wenqian is still qualified.

The words were so loud that Wen Bin fell to the ground weakly.

When he woke up again, he saw Chu Yang wiping the blood off his face.

Wen Bin's lips were still dry, and he murmured, "Water...water."

Chu Yang tried his best to recognize the words in his mouth, and in the next second, he ran to bring him a water bottle. He carefully lifted Wen Bin up, and then directly fed him with the water bottle.

As soon as Wen Bin drank the water, his throat became much clearer, and he was silent for a long time before he lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed.

"Don't come down!" Chu Yang pushed him back to the bed and covered him with the quilt again.

"?" Wen Bin leaned back on the bed.

Chu Yang restrained his expression, and his eyes forbeared: "Wen Bin, you promise me that you will live a good life."

Wen Bin felt uneasy in his heart, tried his best to relax his tone, and said with a smile: "Brother? What's the matter?"

Chu Yang took a deep breath and pressed his hand heavily: "Your leg is paralyzed."

Like a dick, the corners of Wen Bin's mouth froze, and the color faded from his delicate face.

He opened his mouth a few times, but found that his words were stuck in his throat.

He slowly moved his gaze to the quilt, under the quilt were his legs.

Chu Yang looked at his emptiness, his whole body was as dull as a puppet, he became worried, shook his thin body, and comforted him: "It's okay, you know, Master will definitely cure you... ..."

Wen Bin wanted to move his legs, but found that the lower part of his body was unconscious, and there was a trace of unknown emotion in his eyes, but he still tried his best to hold back.

"Brother, you go out first, I will be quiet..."

Chu Yang knew that he still couldn't accept it, so he quietly exited the door, and after closing the door for him, he didn't leave, but guarded outside the door.

Wen Bin lifted off the quilt with trembling fingers. His legs were still intact. He slowly lifted up the bottom of his trousers, exposing his calves. His lips trembled uncontrollably. The part below the calves was already dark purple. , the knees were tightly wrapped in white cloth, but the bones could still be seen.

Vascular necrosis?

He pinched his calf a few times with trembling hands, but he didn't feel any pain. Wen Bin became anxious and began to beat with his hands until the blood seeped into the white cloth and stained his hands, but he still didn't feel any pain.

Tears fell silently, Wen Bin covered his face, his hair was scattered, and wept like an ignorant child.

Intermittent sobbing sounds came from the room, and Chu Yang's heart trembled when he heard it.

On the second day, Wen Qian came to his room. He looked at Wen Bin in a daze, and said only one sentence: "Marry Feng Han'er in three days."

Wen Bin's face was pale, and he didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he didn't see him, and stared straight at the big tree outside the window.

Wen Qian didn't talk to him too much, and left with a flick of his sleeves. Not long after he left, Wen Luo came.

She rushed into the door, and immediately hugged Wen Bin who was weak on the bed, her eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were flushed.

Wen Bin finally raised his eyes, but he still didn't say a word, and didn't make unnecessary movements.

Wen Luo wiped away the tears on her face, forced a gentle smile, her eyes were red and said: "You believe in mother, in a few days, mother will cure you."

Wen Bin turned his head slowly, looked at her, and smiled foolishly: "Mother...I'm so tired."

Wen Luo's nose was sore, tears overflowed her eyes again, she stretched out her hand to gently support his hair, choked up and said, "Rest when you're tired, mother will do the rest for you."

Wen Luo coaxed Wen Bin to sleep, and sat on the side by herself, singing to him with that nasal voice: "The flowers outside the window, the water in Yeling, so dark..."

Wen Bin was in her arms, but he stayed there for several hours before falling asleep.

Seeing that Wen Bin was fast asleep, she tucked up the quilt for him, while Wen Luo sat aside and looked at his sleeping face, his face was pale, his brows were frowning and his lips were pursed, his face was full of fear.

Wen Luo's heart ached, her meat, the meat she had raised for 17 years!

The purpose of the marriage with the Feng family is to re-consolidate the status of the Wen family. The reason why the Feng family is willing to let their daughter marry into the Wen family is because the young lady of the Feng family is in love with the young master of the Wen family.

But Wen Bin didn't know about this.

The first time Feng Han'er saw Wen Bin was at a market. Feng Han'er saw Wen Bin in the crowd at a glance. He was dressed in white, smiling like a spring breeze, holding a folding fan in his hand, gently Shaking it gently, it has the charm of "Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world".

Feng Han'er tried to look at him a few more times, but before she caught a glimpse, she was accidentally knocked to the ground.

The man didn't have eyes, and when he saw her fall, he quickly apologized and wanted to help her, but the man's hands and feet were careless, and he accidentally trampled her round fan dirty.

The man bowed his head and said no to her, saying that he wanted to compensate her, but Feng Han'er didn't want it. This round fan was embroidered for her by his nanny.

When Feng Han'er was in distress, Wen Bin came, and he asked with a smile: "Miss, what happened?"

Feng Han'er immediately became ashamed, and stammered: "It's nothing, it's nothing!"

She didn't say anything, but Wen Bin could see it. He looked down at the dirty round fan on the ground, picked it up, and asked, "Is it yours?"

Feng Han'er nodded, she was so excited that she didn't know where to put her hands, her eyes just stared at him.

"Look at the workmanship. It's really careful. It should be very important to you."

Feng Han'er couldn't help but praise him in his heart, for being so powerful.

Wen Bin lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked at her again, then gave her the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "Although they are not the same fan, they are both fans."

Feng Han'er had just received the fan and before he could thank him, he heard someone calling him: "Wen Bin! Master Wen has returned home!"

Wen Bin smiled at her and ran over.

Feng Han'er tightly held the folding fan in her hand, staring at him as he ran farther and farther away, her heart became sweeter.

Wen Bin did a good deed, but Ye Zhixi was not happy, he looked at Wen Bin's empty hands, frowned and asked, "Where's the folding fan?"

Wen Bin smiled and said, "Give it away."

"What! Give it away!" Ye Zhixi immediately jumped up, almost slapping him to death.

"What are you doing!"

"Wen Bin, do you know that I gave you that fan?!"

"Of course I know, so what's the matter." The last time Wen Bin somehow remembered Ye Zhixi smashing his rattle back then, so he pestered Ye Zhixi to pay him back.

I wouldn't buy something so childish.

This was the first sentence Ye Zhixi heard at that time, and Wen Bin snorted, not commenting.

But three days later, Ye Zhixi gave him a folding fan, saying it was to replace the rattle.

Wen Bin immediately smiled and praised him for still having a conscience.

But now, it was he who gave away the folding fan. Ye Zhi regretted it and asked, "Who did you give it to? I'll go get it back."

"Hey! Hey! As for it?" Wen Bin immediately grabbed him, almost hugging his thigh.

Ye Zhixi had a sullen face, not knowing what to say.

"I just know what you want!" Wen Bin immediately comforted him, and dragged him back to Wen's house casually.

In the end, among Wen Bin's many words, Ye Zhixi stopped mentioning this matter.

Up and down Pingling, there are ten miles of red makeup, and the Wen family will be overjoyed in two days. Many monks came to congratulate them, and Chuyang took them one by one.

"Qianzhen faction." The senior brother sealed the invitation.

Chu Yang paused for a second, then accepted the invitation with a smile, and invited them to sit down. A group of disciples walked into Wen's house, but there was no regret in it.

Chu Yang thought that Ye Zhixi hadn't come, but he didn't know that Ye Zhixi had already sneaked into the backyard.

This Wen family is still a big piece of herbs, Ye Zhixi looked at it very kindly, but when he saw this big row of red silk and satin, his heart turned cold.

He walked towards the door of Wen Bin's room with ease, but when he approached the door of Wen Bin's room, his heart sank.

Will he let himself in?

Ye Zhixi felt uneasy in his heart, he raised his hand, and just when he was about to knock on the door, he heard footsteps, he hurriedly jumped on his toes, and climbed up to the eaves.

It was a servant girl who came, and the servant girl knocked on the door, and said with a begging tone, "Master, would you like to eat something, you haven't eaten for three days, if you don't eat anymore, your body will not be able to take it anymore."

There was no sound in the room, so the servant girl had no choice but to put the food on the door and said: "Then I put the food on the door, remember to eat."

After speaking, she left with her skirt in hand.

Ye Zhixi looked at the food at the door, and couldn't help but worry, had he not eaten for three days?He is so weak, can he bear it?

Ye Zhixi didn't dare to knock on the door anymore. He leaned over the eaves, gently lifted a tile, and peeked into the hole, where he could just see Wen Bin on the bed.

Ye Zhixi narrowed her eyes and looked at him greedily for a long time, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be crying.