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

Chapter 612 Woman
"Ah, ah, ah..."

Tai Wei's body shrank back as hard as he could, waving his wrist while shrinking, trying to drive Yan Sanhe away.

"Miss Yan."

Zhu Qing smiled bitterly and said: "This man seems to be afraid of women. Just now Li Buyan came closer, and he looked like this too."

Suffered from a woman?

Fallen for a woman?

Yan Sanhe: "Who is he not afraid of?"

Zhu Qing raised his chin to the side, and Yan Sanhe followed his line of sight.

Sure enough, it was Xie Chengyu.

Why, that face is not only useful for big girls and young wives, but also for men?

Yan Sanhe gestured to him with his eyes: Are you here to ask?

Xie Zhifei pointed to the chair next to him: Sit down.

Yan Sanhe sat over and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Let Dr. Pei leave."

I wanted to be with him.

Xie Zhifei put on a smile: "Uncle Pei, it's too late. You should go back and rest first."

Pei Yu's face darkened.

When you need me, Uncle Pei, come quickly; when you don't need me, Uncle Pei, go and rest.

Why rest?

I'm very curious.

Xie Zhifei didn't explain much, "Ding Yi, Huang Qi, go and guard outside the courtyard gate. Not even a fly can be let in."

Ding Yi: I want to hear a story.

Huang Qi: I think so too.

Although they thought about it, the two of them walked out of the flower hall neatly.

There are some things that you must be careful with, and be careful with again and again, especially when it involves the Qintian Prison and the current emperor.

When Pei Yu saw the battle, he raised his legs and left without saying a word.

There are some things you can be curious about, and some things you must not be curious about.

That's it.

He still wants to live a few more years in this old life!
As soon as Dr. Pei left, Zhu Qing immediately closed the door, lifted a table and placed it in front of Tai Wei, and placed pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the table.

"Mingting, help me over."

Pei Xiao helped Xie Zhifei walk to Tai Wei.

Xie Zhifei lowered his eyes: "I saw thousands of words under the haystack where you slept."

Taiwei raised his head.

"You should be holding the stone in your mouth and carving it stroke by stroke, right? Let me guess your intention of carving these words?"

Xie Zhifei: "First, I have hatred in my heart; second, I think that one day, I can go up to someone openly and write out that person's crimes one stroke at a time."

Taiwei's pupils shrank severely.

We are all.

But there is still one less thing to say.

After more than ten years of prison life, he huddled in the corner like a dead dog. How could he survive without these thousands of strokes to vent the hatred in his heart?

"I'm going to ask you something next. If it's not important, you nod or shake your head. If it's important, just write it down on paper, okay?"

Taiwei looked at him coldly, motionless.

Xie Zhifei knew the reason for his silence, "Maybe I can't do it now, but one day I will expose all his crimes to the world."

"Heh, heh, heh..."

Taiwei let out several "heh"s from his nostrils and pursed the corners of his mouth into a straight line, expressing his disdain for Xie Zhifei's words.

"You do not trust me?"

Tai Wei said nothing.

"Then you want to lie in the coffin with these secrets?"

Xie Zhifei suddenly sneered.

"Who knew that you were once the most favored servant of the supervisor of Qintian Prison? Who knew that you were wrongly accused? Who knew that the gentle and elegant Zhu Xuanjiu was actually an executioner?"

Taiwei's body began to shake violently, as if shaking a sieve.

"After something happened to you, the Zhu family came to the door, and your family had no choice but to escape overnight. Your father died not long after, he was angry to death, and your mother soon followed.

Your brother missed you, so he made a grave for you next to your parents' graves and put a few of your old clothes. "

Xie Zhifei: "He thought you were dead, and he was afraid that you would have no money to spend there. He said that he wanted to build a grave. Even if you are a person with roots, you can receive it by burning paper during the Qingming Festival, and you will not be bullied by other brats." Taiwei's eyes It turned red, so red that it could bleed.

"It's too small."

Xie Zhifei sighed softly: "You should tell me the truth just for your brother. He built a grave for you and burned paper, which shows that he cares about you."

Tears flowed from Taiwei's eyes.

One drop, one drop.

This human life is worthless than that of a dog or a pig;

But no matter how cheap a person is, he still wants to be remembered, cared about, and missed.

Taiwei sniffed hard, nodded, and said: "Ahhhh..."

This scene made everyone in the room extremely sad. Even Mr. Pei, who was the best at making jokes, sat back in silence and picked up the tea bowl.

Xie Zhifei sat down and turned his face to look at Yan Sanhe.

Yan Sanhe nodded lightly at him.

"Did you help Zhu Xuanjiu make the peach blossom well and the death-stimulating nail for the fifth master of the Zhu family?"

Taiwei looked at Xie Zhifei with his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that they could even find this.

After a while, he nodded.

"Whose idea?"

Xie Zhifei: "Is Zhu Xuanjiu good?"

nod.

Xie Zhifei: "Is it for the position of head of the Zhu family?"

nod.

Xie Zhifei: "Where did the red fox fur come from?"

Taiwei glanced at the pen.

Zhu Qing hurriedly dipped the brush into some ink and stuffed it into his mouth.

Taiwei bit the pen, leaned forward, lowered his head, and started writing on the paper one stroke at a time.

Yan Sanhe was afraid that he would startle him by approaching him. Xie Zhifei's legs and feet were inconvenient, so he turned his eyes towards Little Master Pei and said, "You go."

Little Mr. Pei was anxious to know what this man wrote, so he walked over and stood behind him quietly.

"I...please...my...brother...go...to...the mountain...to collect...it."

Little Mr. Pei was reading here, while Zhu Yuanmo winked anxiously at Xie Zhifei over there.

Xie Zhifei closed his eyes, indicating that he knew what was going on.

After Tai Wei finished writing, he asked: "Who did Zhu Xuanjiu learn these crooked ways? Who taught him?"

Taiwei lifted the brush up, and Zhu Qing quickly dipped the brush in more ink.

"A...a...female...person."

After Mr. Pei finished reading, before Xie Zhifei could speak, he couldn't help but ask: "Who is this woman?"

Tai Wei bit her pen and shook her head.

do not know?
Xie Zhifei turned around and looked at Yan Sanhe. Yan Sanhe whispered: "Place and time."

Xie Zhifei quickly turned back, "Where did you first meet this woman?"

Where?
Taiwei fell into memories.

In the house of Magistrate Liu of Laiyuan Prefecture, five people died in a row within half a year. Several Feng Shui masters searched but could not find out the reason.

Magistrate Liu had no choice but to ask his father to sue his grandmother, and spent a lot of money to find connections to get through to the Zhu family.

The old man felt curious, so he made a special trip.

Aunt Fu's natal family is in Laiyuan Mansion.

Aunt Fu had been in Zhu's house for so long, and she hadn't even returned home once before, so the old man took them both with him.

When they arrived at Laiyuan Mansion, the old man was invited to the magistrate's house;

Aunt Fu and Fourth Master were taken home by Fu's family.

When they arrived at Fu's house, Aunt Fu was busy talking to her brother and sister-in-law, while the fourth master was a little unhappy on the side.

The Fu family is a small family, but the food and drink are nowhere as good as those of the Zhu family.

The family members also had disgusting expressions, and they were all flattering, and they wanted to kneel down and lick Aunt Fu's feet. Not to mention that the fourth master was not happy to see her, they couldn't stand it even if they were servants.

Seeing her son's expression, Aunt Fu ordered Tianshi and him to accompany the fourth master for a walk outside.

This time, we turned to the back garden.

In the back garden, there was a servant girl sitting cross-legged in the nursery, with a big red flower in her ear, and she waved to Fourth Master.

(End of this chapter)