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

Chapter 757 Feeling
In the mountains and forests, not a drop of rain fell, and the ground was dry.

By the stream, the three of them sat casually, enjoying the rare silence.

Xie Zhifei pinched a piece of young grass in his hand and said, "Bu Liu, the late emperor died suddenly. Will the plan to send troops to the Tatars be shelved?"

"It shouldn't be stranded."

Bu Liu shook his head, "Tatars are becoming more and more rampant on the border. Recently, the Ministry of War has received several urgent reports. I guess that in just a few days, the new emperor should invite us to discuss the war."

"When the new emperor comes to power, will the position of General Bu change?"

Yan Sanhe's sudden question stopped Bu Liu and he quickly looked at Xie Zhifei: Does this girl know anything about Chao Yanshang's overt and covert struggles?

This girl doesn't know anything!
Xie Zhifei suppressed his pride and answered for Bu Liu: "No matter who comes to power, generals like General Bu who rely solely on military merit will be reused. He..."

The words suddenly stopped.

Yan Sanhe looked up and found that this man's face was pale.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Xie Zhifei rubbed his heart and forced a smile at Yan Sanhe, "My heart just felt like it was stabbed hard by something. It hurts!"

The word "pain" was drowned out by the rapid sound of horse hooves. Bu Liu stood up and stood on tiptoe to see that it was Zhang Kui.

Zhang Kui didn't wait for the horse to stop and jumped down.

"Boss, news just came from Beijing that all the walls of General Zheng's house were struck down by lightning."

"what?"

Bu Liu's expression changed drastically, he rushed over and grabbed Zhang Kui's front: "You fucking say it again, whose wall..."

"Old General Zheng Yu."

Bu Liu's eyes suddenly turned red. He took a few steps back, turned his head, and looked at Xie Zhifei with his eyes:
"How, how, how could..."

Xie Zhifei's eyelids were twitching constantly, and the pain in his heart came up again and again, and he couldn't say a word at all.

Thunder struck?

The Zheng family was struck by lightning?

Why?
A cold little hand was placed on his forehead.

Xie Zhifei raised his head hastily, and Yan Sanhe looked at him quietly, "Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Let's go back and take a look."

"Go and see!"

Bu Liu pushed Zhang Kui away, grabbed the horse behind him, and jumped on eagerly, "Third Master, Bu Liu takes the first step."

Yan San reached down, grabbed Xie Zhifei's arm, and pulled hard: "Let's go too!"

……

Xie Zhifei always thought that after so many years, he would more or less forget about the Zheng family's affairs.

But I never thought that the wound in my heart had never healed in a day. When I opened it, I saw that it was still full of pus and blood, and it was still painful.

He drove almost like crazy and ran all the way, arriving at the city gate in only half an hour.

Suddenly, someone rushed out from the side.

Xie Zhifei tightened the reins hard, opened his eyes, and shouted at the man, "What's the matter?"

Ding Yi jumped on the carriage, took the reins from the third master's hand, and said in a low voice:

"Master, little Master Pei has not left the palace yet. The master asked Mr. Xie to go to the Yamen to look for him, and asked him to send someone to the Zheng family to maintain order. Zhu Qing has arranged..."

"Hurry to the four alleys first."

Xie Zhifei couldn't listen to a word about Mr. Pei or maintaining order. He only had one thought in his mind -

why?
Why was the wall of the Zheng family struck down by lightning?

In the carriage, Yan Sanhe opened some curtains, glanced at Xie Zhifei's back, and frowned slightly.

Very strange.

His reaction after hearing the news about the collapse of the Zheng family's wall seemed to be several times more frightening than the cracking of the Xie family's ancestral tomb.

……

The carriage had to stop before it reached the four alleys. There were so many people watching that the road was blocked.

Xie Zhifei jumped off the carriage, held up his belt badge, and shouted loudly: "The Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Department is handling the case, let's get out of the way."

The voice was not loud, but with the dignity of an official and his family, the common people stepped back to both sides and gave up half of their bodies.Ding Yi hurriedly rushed forward to clear the way. Although Xie Zhifei was anxious, he still protected Yan Sanhe firmly in front of him.

The further Yan Sanhe walked in, the stronger the eerie feeling beneath his feet became.

It was as if she had arrived in front of a huge tomb, and the collapsed walls were the cracked coffins.

How can you feel this way?

There was suspicion in her calm eyes.

When the three of them got closer, they discovered that the onlookers had been stopped several feet away. People from the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division and the Jinyi Guards had surrounded the entire Zheng family.

When the subordinates of the Military and Horse Department saw the boss coming, they hurriedly stepped forward to greet them, "Master Xie, you are here. We have inspected the site. It is very strange..."

But in Master Xie's eyes, all that is left is the ruins of the wall in front of him.

collapsed.

It's all collapsed.

He stared blankly, and when he saw the burnt-black yard of Haitang Courtyard, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

A big hand held him steady.

"Little master, hold on."

Bu Liu pressed Xie Zhifei's ear.

"I just found out that it was not struck by lightning, but that the wall collapsed on its own after a few thunders."

Wasn't it a thunderstorm?

Xie Zhifei stared at Bu Liu intently with his dark eyes for a long time. His legs, which were originally as soft as cotton, suddenly stood firm.

He is alive again!
At this time, Zhu Qing also saw Xie Zhifei and strode over, "Sir, there are three witnesses in total."

"Take the witnesses back to the Yamen for interrogation; drive away all the people who are watching; instruct the brothers and the guards in uniform, without orders from above..."

Xie Zhifei said coldly: "Don't step into the Zheng family for the time being."

Zhu Qing: "Yes!"

After everything was arranged, Xie Zhifei turned to Bu Liu and asked, "Why does a good wall collapse?"

Bu Liu shook his head. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that everything in front of him would be true.

"Perhaps it's the ghosts of those 180 articles who are complaining about themselves."

The voice was very low, but every word was ringing. Xie Zhifei and Bu Liuyi looked at Yan Sanhe.

There was no sadness or joy on Yan Sanhe's face, and he was unusually calm.

"No real secret in this world will be revealed one day."

These words shocked Xie Zhifei. He turned back to look at the ruins of the Zheng family. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Once the wall came down, the tragedy of the Zheng family, buried in the high wall and years, was once again pushed to the world.

The time to collapse the wall was during the Qingming Festival.

It really looks like 180 ghosts crying out for themselves.

So, will Cintiq reopen this case?
Before meeting Yan Sanhe, Xie Zhifei could say with certainty that the new emperor would never reopen this case.

After all, the case was tried by four departments at the same time, and the late emperor had made the final decision.

But now, after resolving four inner demons with Yan Sanhe, especially the inner demon of Crow, Xie Zhifei understands one thing:

Before many things happen, there must be signs——

The late emperor died suddenly;

There is a strange noise in Zi Palace;
A few dozen of the thirty thousand bells will not ring;

The new emperor ascended the throne, but the wedding bell did not ring for the last time;

The Zheng family wall suddenly collapsed...

One by one, one by one, step by step, are those 180 evil spirits forcing the new emperor to reopen this case?
If so, Xie Zhifei looked at the people beside him with worried eyes.

The man was wearing a spring shirt, with black hair like ink and pupils like stars.

How can she hide her identity?

(End of this chapter)