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

Chapter 866 Whistleblowing
Xie Daozhi slowly lowered his head, his eyes looking gloomy.

"Yes."

With a "yes", Yan Sanhe stood up quickly: "How do you know that the emperor wants the old general to die?"

Xie Daozhi was startled when asked.

Yan Sanhe: "Did Yan Xi tell you?"

Xie Daozhi nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes!"

"That's not right."

Yan Sanhe sneered.

"You said before that you and Yan Xi didn't know each other. It was because of Zhu Qing that you tried every means to find him. Yan Xi and you are not related, so you will tell everything about such an important matter as the late emperor's oral instructions. you?"

Xie Daozhi: "I..."

"Xie Daozhi, your words are full of loopholes."

Yan Sanhe strode up to him, his eyes colder than the ice edge.

"Not many people in the world know that the emperor wants to kill General Zheng. Tell me, how did you know?"

Xie Daozhi's eyes began to flicker, his chest rose and fell, and his breathing suddenly became heavier.

There are ghosts here!
He wasn't telling the truth!

Yan Sanhe immediately made a judgment in his heart.

When things got to this point, why was he still covering it up?

What is he covering up?
How did he know that the emperor wanted the old general to die?

Yan Sanhe looked at him steadily. Suddenly, something flashed through her mind. Her heart sank suddenly, and her chest felt cold.

"Let me guess how you knew?"

She took another step forward, her eyes staying only three inches away from Xie Daozhi's face.

In this way, every subtle expression on his face could not escape her eyes.

"The emperor wants General Zheng to die. No one other than the army supervisor Yan Ruxian and the army commander Tan Shu will know about it.

As Yan Ruxian's godson, Yan Xi could glean a little bit of the emperor's thoughts from Yan Ruxian's words and deeds.

You paid a lot of money to let Yan Xi lie for you. You said it was to protect yourself and you were afraid that the matter would be found out on you. But as long as you didn't say anything, who would have thought that you were the one who delivered the news to the North.

It can be seen that what you are afraid of is not the matter of delivering the message at all, you are afraid of another thing. "

Pei Xiao's heart almost jumped into his throat, "He, what is he afraid of?"

Yan Sanhe's pupils trembled deeply.

"He was afraid that we would find out that he was the one who told the late emperor about the Zheng twins."

As the last word fell, the air became stagnant and stiff.

Pei Xiao felt a big hand pinching his neck, and it was extremely difficult to speak.

"Yan, Yan Sanhe, you mean... he... he... he is the informer?"

"Otherwise, how could he realize that the emperor sent Yan Ruxian to the North just to kill the old general? Who in the world would have thought that this battle was going well and that the relationship between the emperor and his ministers was good, but the murderous intention was right in front of him? "

Pei Xiao turned his head little by little and looked at Xie Daozhi in disbelief.

"The most important point."

Yan Sanhe's lips trembled because of his anger.

"The matter of the Zheng twins was not exposed earlier than later. Why was it only after the old general went to the battlefield that it was exposed?

He was willing to sacrifice the lives of thousands of soldiers for the sake of his position as crown prince and crown prince. So, in order to keep his position as crown prince and crown prince, why couldn't he plan a tragedy for the Zheng family? "

Pei Xiao's eyelids twitched fiercely, "Yan, Yan Sanhe, so he, he knows that the Zheng twins are... are..."

"I can't reason about this."

Yan Sanhe's tone suddenly became weak, and those few words just now took away all the strength from her body.

"Let him...speak for himself!"

Xie Daozhi lowered his head and said nothing.

He didn't even have any expression on his face, he just sat in the Taishi chair indifferently, motionless.

The air froze again, and everyone did not even dare to take a breath. Their faces were full of shock and anxiety that could not be concealed.

The scene that just happened was beyond their imagination.In the long silence, a weak voice sounded.

"Ming Ting, help me up."

"Oh!"

Pei Xiao turned his head in shock, his expression changed greatly with fear, and Xie Zhifei's face turned purple again, which was a precursor to heart palpitations.

Pei Xiao rushed over and helped the person up while rubbing his back.

Useless.

Xie Zhifei could hardly stand still, and all the blood in his body rushed to his pupils instead of flowing to his heart.

The color of his eyes was like blood, and the blood seemed to be dripping.

"The third one."

Xie Daozhi was frightened, stood up and staggered forward: "Don't be excited, you... take a sip of tea and slow down."

Xie Zhifei looked at him, staring at him hard, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Dad, please tell your son the truth. Is the matter about the Zheng twins... was it you who stabbed the late emperor?"

"Three..."

"is not it?"

While Xie Zhifei roared angrily, he kicked his foot back.

This kick hit the Taishi chair behind him, and the solid mahogany chair was kicked to pieces with a crash.

Everyone in the room was shocked.

However, in the next moment, Xie Zhifei's body went limp.

"Thank you fifty!"

"Third Master!"

"Three children!"

Pei Xiao immediately went to pinch others and shouted:

"Quickly, open the window for ventilation, turn on the fan, Yan Sanhe, unbutton his collar...quickly...why are you still standing there?"

Before Yan Sanhe could move, Zhu Qing had already rushed to the third master's side, deftly unbuttoned his collar with his fingers, and then gently pressed his palm on the third master's heart.

"call--"

After Xie Zhifei let out a long breath, he began to breathe heavily. At that moment, he felt that his heart had stopped beating.

"Dad, why don't you tell me?"

His eyes were filled with tears, and there was unconcealable sadness in his expression and eyes.

Xie Daozhi looked at his son, and the expression on his face changed from worried, to nervous, to at a loss, and finally to despair.

In an almost pleading tone, he whispered: "San'er, be careful with your body... Dad said... Dad says anything, ah!"

The past is like the wind, where to start?
He was a poor scholar who studied hard for 18 years before becoming a Jinshi. Because he had no background, he found a small position at the seventh rank.

There are many officials in the capital, how can he get ahead?
There are nothing more than two paths: one is to be a loyal minister and be famous in history; the other is to be a treacherous minister, and people will run wherever the wind blows.

He wants to be a loyal minister and be famous in history.

God has mercy on him, the opportunity has come.

In the 15th year of the Yuan Dynasty, the emperor summoned Confucian scholars to write the "Records of Dahua". Because of his solid historical skills, he was recommended as the editor.

This is a shortcut, very close to the emperor.

Within a few years, he completed this work meticulously and was commended by Emperor Feng of the Yuan Dynasty. Only then did he slowly gain a foothold in Beijing.

After Emperor Yonghe came to the throne, he was truly reused.

Emperor Yonghe started his career on horseback, and he was especially interested in civil servants with real talents and learning. With his true ability, he gradually became an important minister of Emperor Yonghe.

At this moment, the dispute between the prince and the king of Han gradually surfaced.

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These two chapters have been written and revised, revised and rewritten, and the logic has been thought over many times. I know you will be surprised after reading it, but this article has determined Xie Daozhi's ideas from the very beginning.
will surface on this matter.

As for why he did this, I will write it slowly, and the girls will read it slowly, and there will be a satisfactory explanation.

(End of this chapter)