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

Chapter 162 Evil Dog
Beijing.

In the prison of Beisi, the oil lamp is dim.

After a clang, Xu Lai walked down the stairs step by step.

There was no wind in the prison, it was stuffy, humid and hot, and the smell of blood filled the air, which was nauseating.

Xu Lai quickly took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.

"Master Xu, be careful where you step."

The jailer led the way, turning back to give instructions from time to time, and soon he reached the innermost cell.

Xu Lai took out the banknote from his arms. The jailer took it and stuffed it into his arms with a smile. He took out the key from his arms and opened the cell door.

"The adults just talk, the little one will guard the door for the adults."

"Go!"

Xu Lai bent down and got into the cell, coughing hard several times.

Ji Lingchuan lay on his side on a broken straw mat, opened his eyelids, and looked for a long time before he could see who it was.

Xu Lai frowned and walked over, squatted down in front of Ji Lingchuan, endured it for several times, and then put down the veil.

"Ji Lingchuan, I'm here to tell you something. Your youngest son..."

Ji Lingchuan's eyes widened when he heard that his youngest son hurt him the most.

Xu Lai smiled proudly in his heart.

Look, there is no parent in this world who doesn’t feel sorry for his or her children.

"Your youngest son coughed up a large mouthful of blood an hour ago and will be unconscious."

Ji Lingchuan felt like his heart was cut by a knife. He struggled to sit up, and his anklets and bracelets made a harsh sound.

"You, what did you say?"

"How can such a well-dressed young master endure the hardships of prison, let alone the fact that he is still sick."

Xu Lai said "tsk" and shook his head.

"Old Ji, to be honest, we have to fight hard all our lives. In the final analysis, it's just for our children and grandchildren. The white-haired people didn't leave, but the black-haired people left first. It hurts."

Ji Lingchuan clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth without speaking.

"You are a smart person. Smart people should do smart things. Don't go to a dead end. Think about your children and grandchildren in everything you do."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I'm here to deliver a message for someone."

Xu Lai covered his nose with a handkerchief, but his voice came out very clearly.

"As long as you bite out the Zhang family, that person will protect your son from death, and he will protect you, Ji Lingchuan, from death!"

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of bloody saliva was spat on Xu Lai.

Ji Lingchuan's body trembled slightly, and the veins on his forehead popped out one by one, and he said: "If you want me to carry the Lord, I will live your mother's spring and autumn dream!"

Xu Lai didn't care at all, but smiled solemnly.

"Old Ji, I'll give you three days. Within these three days, whenever you figure it out, you can come to me anytime. But once the three days are over...then don't blame me, Xu Lai, for being cruel."

"what do you want?"

"Of course I don't dare do anything to you."

Xu Lai's eyes showed a fierce light.

"But no one can find out what I want to do to a person who is already so ill that he has to go see the King of Hell!"

"you you you……"

"I still say the same thing, think more about your children and grandchildren, and don't give away people with gray hair to people with black hair."

Xu Lai leaned over and suppressed his voice.

"Old Ji, you know me. I like to cause trouble and will never let people die well."

"You evil dog!"

Ji Lingchuan's blood surged, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which happened to hit Xu Lai's face.

Xu Lai took a handkerchief and slowly wiped away the blood stains, then straightened up.

"Lao Ji, the drama has begun."

……

East Palace, Prince's Palace.

In the west courtyard, Shen Chong knocked on the study door.

"Come in!" Shen Chong pushed the door in and walked to the desk.

"Sir, news just came from the Bei Division. Xu Lai met Ji Lingchuan privately a quarter of an hour ago."

"Oh, what did he say?"

"I couldn't find out. Ji Lingchuan was so angry that he vomited blood."

Zhao Yishi put down the pen in his hand, stood up from his chair, and walked to the window.

He grew up next to the prince and the emperor, and he was born with an emperor's aura. When he didn't speak, his aura was suppressed. Not to mention Shen Chong, even Yan Xi, the most favored personal servant, dared not express his aura.

Zhao Yishi turned around and looked at Shen Chong for a moment, "How long have Fifty and Ming Ting been gone?"

"It's been two and a half months."

"Whether it works or not, it's time to come back!"

Zhao Yishi paused and said, "Go ahead and protect Ji Lingchuan and make sure nothing happens."

"Yes!"

Shen Chong exited.

Yan Xi saw a little ink stain on the tiger's mouth of Taisun's right hand, and hurriedly took out the handkerchief to wipe it.

Zhao Yishi waved his hand away and took the handkerchief and wiped it bit by bit.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"The case has been delayed for two and a half months. What is the purpose of the King of Han asking Xu Lai to meet Ji Lingchuan at this time?"

Yan Xi lowered his head, knowing that his grandson was definitely not asking him this question.

"Ji Lingchuan held on for two and a half months and carried it through forcefully."

Zhao Yishi frowned slightly, "How long can he carry it? If he can't carry it, what will be the consequences?"

Yan Xi lowered his head.

"From the time when Ji's family was raided to when Ji Lingchuan was imprisoned, the emperor didn't say a word or ask about this matter..."

Zhao Yishi threw the handkerchief into Yan Xi's hand, "Why is this?"

Yan Xi held the handkerchief and his head almost dropped to his chest.

……

The next day.

The sky was slightly bright, and six fast horses left the inn and headed straight for the capital.

May is a rainy season. Except for the first sunny day, the rest of the time is almost
It's walking in the rain.

Everyone is covered in mud and exhausted, and they all rely on the fairy spirit of "the Ji family is not doing well" to hold on.

When they were still hundreds of miles away from the capital, the rain was so heavy that they couldn't see the way forward at all. Xie Zhifei and Yan Sanhe discussed together and decided to find a place to hide and wait for the rain to lighten before continuing on their way.

Suddenly, a horse galloped towards them.

Zhu Qing, Li Buyan, and Huang Qi were secretly on guard when they saw this man approaching menacingly.

When the horse rushed forward, the three of them breathed a long sigh of relief.

It turned out to be Ding Yi.

Ding Yi tightened the reins, and after the horse spun in circles, he waved to Xie Zhifei and ran out again.

Xie Zhifei wiped the rain off his face and whipped his whip hard, "Follow him!"

After not walking far, Ding Yi turned from the official road to the trail, ran for half an hour, and finally stopped in front of a temple.

Xie Zhifei raised his eyes, his eyes suddenly heated up.

At the gate of the temple, the eldest brother Xie Erli was holding a black oil-paper umbrella and was looking for him among the people with his neck raised.

When their eyes met, Xie Erli almost shed tears.

Why did this brat become like this?
"Big brother!"

Xie Zhifei got off his horse and walked over to Xie Erli.

Xie Erli didn't care about the mud and water all over his body. He lifted the umbrella, took a step forward and hugged him, growling: "You still know how to come back!"

Xie Zhifei didn't know what to say, so he could only beat himself into a wooden stick.

Xie Erli hugged him and let him go. He glanced at Pei Mingting, leaning on Huangqi half dead, and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry, come into the temple quickly."

At this time, Yan Sanhe and Li Buyan approached. Xie Erli saw that these two people were soaked in mud and were worse than drowned chickens. He hurriedly said:
"All the clothes, shoes and socks have been put in the side room, and hot water has been prepared. Girl, go and change quickly, be careful not to catch a cold."

He picked up the umbrella on the ground and held it up for the two of them, "It's been a hard journey."

Yan Sanhe didn't understand heat and didn't know how to deal with it. He took the umbrella and nodded vigorously.

(End of this chapter)