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

Chapter 879 Suicide
It was dark that day, so Xie Xiaohua knocked on the door of the study room as usual. After knocking for a long time, there was no response, so she pushed the door open and walked in.

The master rarely gets up late. Even if Xiu Mu is at home, he gets up on time.

What's the matter with today?
Entering the door, he first smelled a strong scent of sandalwood.

Strangely, I hate men who smoke this incense and that incense. Where does this sandalwood scent come from?

So Xie Xiaohua opened the window on his own initiative. In the morning light, he saw the master lying straight on the bed.

"master?"

"Master, it's time to get up!"

After calling twice and getting no response, Xie Xiaohua stepped forward and pushed the person gently...

A moment later, a shocking scream echoed through the sky.

Cabinet minister Xie Daozhi committed suicide by taking poison and died in the study, properly dressed, with his hair neatly combed, and his face calm and serene.

If it weren't for the stream of black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he would look like he was sleeping as usual.

There were no warning signs beforehand.

After Xie Daozhi returned home in the middle of the night, he saw that the old lady had gone to bed, so he went back to the study without calling his eldest son to his side to give a few more instructions.

He didn't even leave a single word. Pressed with a paperweight on the desk was the letter Yan Xing wrote to him many years ago.

When Xie Zhifei stumbled all the way back to Xie's house, the person was not yet buried.

Xie Daozhi lay there quietly.

The only change is that the cheeks are deeply sunken.

He stepped forward step by step, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and touched Xie Daozhi's face.

Usually this face doesn't have much expression. Many people describe this face as a scheming face.

But Xie Zhifei knew how vivid it was when he blew his beard and glared at him.

He would raise his eyebrows, open his eyes wide, and deliberately show a fierce look, but Xie Zhifei was not afraid. The light flowing from his eyes was warm, and the smile was hidden inside.

you can not do that.

There are still unsettled accounts between us.

Xie Zhifei grabbed the dead man's front, his whole face became extremely distorted with anger.

"Get up, get up... You can't die, why should you die... Get up... Get up..."

"The third one!"

"Third brother!"

"Third Brother!"

"Third Master!"

"Three..."

Xie Zhifei turned around blankly, looked at the faces in front of him, and grabbed one of them.

He didn't see clearly who he was grabbing, but he couldn't wait to say: "Did you hear, he called me San'er, and he is still calling me San'er!"

"Third Master."

Xie Xiaohua's face was filled with tears: "Master, he... is gone!"

"No! No! No!"

Xie Zhifei roared.

"He called me San'er. He just called me San'er. Are you deaf? Are all of you deaf?"

No one answered him, only the cries that kept coming and going.

Why are you crying?
A few hours ago, he was waiting for me at the city gate!
He asked me to walk with him;
He asked me if the medicine was bitter.
I wanted to say it was painful, it was so painful, but I didn't say it out loud and looked at him with a cold face.

I hate him!

How could he plot against the Zheng family like that?

Xie Zhifei turned around blankly and looked at the person sleeping on the bed.

What now?
Who should I hate?

Who should I hate?
Tears finally burst out from Xie Zhifei's eyes, and at the same time, blood also surged from his throat.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Thank you fifty."

Pei Xiaohun was so frightened that he stepped forward and hugged him tightly from behind.

This hug made Xie Zhifei suddenly think of a year ago, when he saw him lying on the desk in this study and leaned over.

Two lines of tears rolled down from his eyes, and he choked and said:
"San'er, my father will never have a father again in this life!" Xie Zhifei pushed Pei Xiao away with all his strength, fell to his knees, and shouted heartbreakingly at the person on the bed:
"Father—"

……

People cannot be resurrected, but funeral arrangements must be made, setting up a mourning hall, enclosing the body, loading the coffin, and announcing the funeral to relatives and friends...

Someone has to make a decision on everything.

The old lady was shocked to hear the news of her son's death. She couldn't breathe and fainted directly;

Mrs. Wu, Aunt Liu cried inconsolably;

The three sons and two daughters were more heartbroken than the last.

At the critical moment, grandma Zhu Weixi took the lead and worked with Xie Xiaohua to take care of things one by one.

When the mourners arrived at the other courtyard, Yan Sanhe did not ask how Xie Zhifei was doing, but asked Xie Daozhi about the circumstances of his death in detail.

After asking several times, she let him go.

Seeing her asking such detailed questions, Li Buyan couldn't help but ask: "Sanhe, do you think there is anything strange about Xie Daozhi's death?"

Yan Sanhe was silent for a long time before shaking his head: "No, I just think he shouldn't commit suicide at this time."

"why?"

"because……"

Yan Sanhe's eyes darkened.

"Because a soft-hearted person would not use such a vicious trick against the Zheng family; and also because Zhao Yishi said he would suppress the matter, so what reason does he have to die?"

"Could it be that you feel guilty?"

"He has been living well for ten years, and now he feels guilty..."

Yan Sanhe's voice was soft and trembling, "Is it too late?"

Li Buyan: "..."

Rumbling, muffled thunder came from a distance.

Yan Sanhe looked up at the dark sky and suddenly felt at a loss.

After Xie Daozhi died, not only did she not feel as happy as having her revenge, but she felt unspeakably heavy in her heart.

why?

"Don't say anything. Come with me to Xie's house to express my condolences."

"Didn't you say that you would never set foot in the Xie family again in this life?"

"I'm not worried about Third Master."

……

Mr. Xie was sitting in the mourning hall, looking dumbfounded.

When someone comes to express condolences, he kowtows when he hears the word "obeisance", and straightens up when he hears the word "rise", like a wooden puppet.

"Miss Yan has arrived——"

Yan Sanhe walked into the mourning hall and his eyes immediately fell on Xie Zhifei.

This man was kneeling on the ground in mourning clothes, with sunken eyes and empty eyes.

He did not look at Yan Sanhe, but looked intently at the coffin beside him, as if expecting the person in the coffin to open his eyes and come out of it.

Yan Sanhe's heart suddenly ached.

Last night, he asked her, where did they first meet?
He didn't know that that scene seemed to be engraved in her mind.

At the end of the dim alley, he put one foot on the ground and one foot on the wall, folded his hands on his chest, and smiled slowly at her.

A cynical look.

How wonderful that would be!

He deserves a beating, but he is full of vitality.

Not like now.

Yan Sanhe withdrew his gaze, walked to the coffin, picked up an incense stick, lit it on the candle, inserted it into the incense burner, and then knelt down and kowtowed.

Because they were ordinary people, the family members just bowed their bodies and lowered their heads.

After the last kowtow, Yan Sanhe nodded to Xie Erli: "Take care."

Xie Erli burst into tears and was about to speak when he heard someone shouting outside.

"His Royal Highness is here—"

(End of this chapter)