The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 10 Portrait
"My father didn't lie."

Xie Erli walked up to Yan Sanhe and said with utmost sincerity, "Miss Yan, please believe him."

"Why should I trust him?"

"Because we also have a sick child at home."

The atmosphere in the study was tense, and Xie Erli tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

"My third brother was born with a disease. I have spent a lot of money and consulted many famous doctors since he was a child, but they all said that he would not live long."

Yan Sanhe: "So?"

"On a heart-to-heart basis, even if my father hates your grandfather and the Yan family, he will never do anything to a sick child."

Xie Erli frowned: "I wonder if there is any misunderstanding here?"

What a great comparison!
Yan Sanhe stared at him, trying hard to find some flaws in his face, "So, where is the misunderstanding?"

Xie Erli picked up the letter and glanced at it quickly, "Miss, do you still remember when they went to Beijing to seek medical treatment?"

Yan Sanhe: "Eight years of Yonghe."

Xie Erli's heart skipped a beat and he looked sharply at Xie Daozhi, but Xie Daozhi blurted out and asked, "What month? What day did you enter Beijing?"

Yan Sanhe: "I don't know what day he entered Beijing, but when he returned home, it was already winter."

"winter?"

Xie Daozhi pondered for a long time, turned his head and suddenly looked towards Xie Erli, his eyes lowered.

Yan Sanhe couldn't see clearly the meaning in his eyes, but Xie Erli felt clear in his mind.

He paused and said: "Miss Yan, you came to Xie Mansion just for this matter, nothing else?"

Yan Sanhe thought about the purpose of this trip and had to be honest: "If there is nothing else, then I am lying to you; but if this matter is not clear, everything else will be meaningless."

"What do you mean by this?" Xie Erli's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Yan Sanhe's eyes were deep, "Give me the truth, and we'll talk about other things."

and something else...

Then this matter is not simple!
Xie Erli looked at Xie Daozhi and asked with his eyes what to do next.

Xie Daozhi was silent for a long time.

No matter what the purpose of this woman is, the matter of these three lives must not be framed on him and must be investigated clearly.

"Boss, you immediately go to the prisons of the Wucheng Bingma Division and the Jinyi Guards Mansion."

"I'm going right now."

"Thank you, Manager."

Manager Xie opened the door and came in: "Master."

Xie Daozhi said: "Call all the concierges."

"Yes!" "Yan Sanhe."

Xie Daozhi's voice was deep, "You ask me for an explanation, and I will give you an explanation; but if I didn't do this, what should you do?"

Yan Sanhe raised his chin slightly, with an arrogant arc on his neck, "If you hadn't done it, I would kneel down and kowtow to you to confess my sin."

"it is good!"

Xie Daozhi shouted loudly.

……

"Master, everyone from the four gates of the mansion is here."

Xie Daozhi looked solemnly, and everyone lowered their heads tremblingly.

Everything in the house is taken care of by the grandma and the general manager inside, and by the uncle outside, who never interferes.

Today, the master asked questions in person and called people to the courtyard of the study...

Something must have happened!
"People who come to the back door or side door don't need to ask. It's the first time they visit and they bring letters. They won't go through those two doors."

Xie Daozhi glanced at Yan Sanhe in slight surprise, "People at the side door and back door, please step back."

Among the servants, some looked overjoyed and hurriedly left; the seven or eight who stayed felt as if they were beating a drum.

"In the summer of the eighth year of Yonghe, have any of you seen..."

Halfway through his words, Xie Daozhi found that he couldn't continue.

There are dozens of people who come to Xie Fuguang's door every day. Not to mention what happened nine years ago, it is difficult to remember just a few of the people who came to the door a month ago.

"Thank you, I'll lend you a writing desk."

Yan Sanhe didn't wait for his answer, turned around and walked into the study.

Manager Xie's scalp exploded, and he quickly followed, "Master's books and desks are all important things, you..."

"Screw ink!"

"..."

Manager Xie: I can bear it!
After the ink was polished, Yan's three-in-one portable pen was dipped in ink, and he took the rice paper on the desk with one hand...

However, within a short period of time, a portrait of a middle-aged man appeared on the page.

Xie Daozhi was shocked when he took the portrait and clenched his molars subconsciously.

The ink painting is like flowing clouds and flowing water flowing around the paper. It was clearly taught by Yan Xing stroke by stroke.

"Why is it just one, where is your brother?"

Yan Sanhe's eyes flashed slightly, "He has been dead for nine years, and I have long forgotten what he looked like."

(End of this chapter)