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

Chapter 164
Beisi.

prison.

Ji Lingchuan suddenly got excited and sat up, breathing heavily.

What did he dream about just now?
He actually dreamed that someone was holding his youngest son's neck and watching him die bit by bit.

"Master Ji, are you having a nightmare?"

Ji Lingchuan was startled, "Who?"

Outside the cell fence, a jailer squatted.

"Someone asked me to inform Mr. Ji that there are still six hours left in three days. After six hours, your young master will probably become a cold corpse."

Ji Lingchuan rushed over like crazy, holding on to the fence with both hands.

"What did you say? You say it again?"

"My master was not happy to see Master Ji sleeping so soundly these past two days, so he took action in advance."

Ji Lingchuan's heart felt like a knife piercing his heart, and the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head.

"You beasts, bastards, come at me if you dare, come at me..."

The jailer sighed and shook his head after hearing this.

"Do you really think everything will be fine if your grandson is protecting you? Master Ji, my master said that there are always places where his grandson cannot protect you."

"You... you... let go of my son... my son..."

Ji Lingchuan roared in pain uncontrollably from his throat and banged his head against the fence.

Blood flowed down his forehead.

Ji Lingchuan felt no pain at all, and his youngest son's voice was all in his ears.

This is his favorite child, so obedient and sensible.

"Dad, let me help you sharpen ink!"

"Dad, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Dad, come back early tomorrow and take me to Xuji to eat hotpot mutton..."

Ji Lingchuan burst into tears in despair, his tears and blood falling drop by drop on his prison clothes, his whole face was indescribably twisted and horrifying.

"Mother--"

Ji Lingchuan's eyes were so wide open that his veins protruded.

"How long will you continue to harm the children and grandchildren of the Ji family? Can you stop being so selfish and think about future generations!"

The jailer plucked his ears and thought to himself, Ji Lingchuan wasn't driven crazy this time!

Does the evil you did have anything to do with the dead person?

……

late at night.

A carriage with four drivers drove from the path into the official road and headed straight for the capital.

The emperor drives six, and the minister drives four.

This carriage is the car of Emperor Taisun Zhao Yishi.

Although the carriage is spacious and exquisite, it is still a little crowded with five people sitting at the same time.

No one spoke, and there was a strange and unspeakable atmosphere floating in the air.

To put it bluntly, it's embarrassing.

The twelfth master of the Ji family suddenly became ill and had to leave overnight.

In order to deceive others, Zhu Qing, Ding Yi and Huang Qi stayed and returned to the house tomorrow with Mr. Xie's house;
In order to cover up others' eyes and ears, everyone could only sit in the carriage of the emperor's grandson.

After Yan Sanhe glanced at the emperor's grandson for a few times, he tilted his head and simply closed his eyes to rest. What he was thinking in his mind was——

Punished on the surface, welcomed Baili secretly, all of them are really good at singing.

When Xie Zhifei saw Yan Sanhe with his eyes closed, he simply pretended to be asleep. What he was thinking in his mind was——

Fortunately, I had laid the groundwork with Yan Sanhe in advance, otherwise this situation would have been ugly.

Pei Xiao's expression was gloomy, his eyes were dull, and he had a "Don't ask me, I don't know anything" expression on his face.

Li Buyan held his chin with his hands and stared at Zhao Yishi.

She watched with great interest, without moving her eyes, and there was even a meaningful smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

And Zhao Yi's eyes were all on Yan Sanhe at this moment.

After a moment, he spoke frankly.

"Miss Yan, Ming Ting and Cheng Yu and I have been friends since childhood, but we didn't show it to the public. I hope you can forgive me."

Yan Sanhe opened his eyelids and said calmly: "No need to explain too much, noble man. We will never see each other again, and I am not a talkative person." The implication -

Who are you and what is your relationship with Xie and Pei? I have no interest in knowing, let alone telling anyone about it. The road is facing the sky, so everyone goes to one side.

Zhao Yishi turned to look at Xie Zhifei and smiled softly.

Xie Zhifei touched his nose.

You see, the most difficult person to serve on this journey is not Pei Mingting, the one in front of you is the one who is going to kill someone!

Zhao Yishi: "It will take more than half an hour to enter the city from the South Gate to the Beisi Division. Someone will send a set of guard clothes on the way. Miss Yan will dress up as my guard and follow me into the Beisi Division."

Yan Sanhe: "How many are they?"

Zhao Yishi: "It's not easy to get into Beisi. They can only wait for us in the carriage."

Yan Sanhe was about to nod when he saw Xie Zhifei's dark eyes looking at her.

She understood in her heart, "My lord, some of the questions are too private. I must go to see Ji Lingchuan alone."

"I don't have time to take you to see him either. I'm going to another prison to see the Twelfth Master of the Ji Mansion, and..."

Zhao Yishi didn't have the airs of a prince or grandson at all, "I don't call you noble. If you want, girl, you can call me Huairen."

Yan Sanhe said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Let's call you Your Highness!"

No matter how audacious she was, she was not so audacious as to address the current emperor's grandson by a single word.

What's more, if someone just said that casually, it would be uninteresting for her to take it seriously.

"Excuse me, Your Highness, please speak to the driver and ask him to drive faster. There is no time."

"rest assured!"

……

Beisi.

Another prison.

The young and thin boy was lying on the ground, his breath getting weaker and weaker.

The jailer glanced at Xu Lai and said in a low voice: "Sir, this man's body can't help us from doing it."

Xu Lai looked sinister, "Has that old thief Ji Lingchuan confessed?"

Jailer: "Back to my lord, not yet."

Xu Lai sneered, "Cut off a section of his little finger and show it to the old thief."

The jailer hesitated: "What if..."

"If nothing happens, use Lao Ginseng to save his life first."

Xu Lai glanced at the jailer coldly, "As long as Ji Lingchuan bites out of the Zhang family, this person will be useless and he will be dead if he dies."

"Yes!"

A moment later, a shrill scream echoed through Beisi Prison.

Not sure if it was because of the heart-to-heart relationship between father and son, Ji Lingchuan, whose head was covered in blood, suddenly felt a twinge of pain in his heart, which made him twitch violently several times.

"son!"

Something must have happened to my son.

He crawled a few steps hastily, squeezing his head hard to look out, but couldn't see anything.

Ji Lingchuan continued to bang his head against the fence violently, shouting crazily in his throat: "Someone, someone, come..."

Amidst the blood, a jailer ran over, knelt down in front of him, and opened a brocade box with a sneer.

"Master Ji, take a look!"

Ji Lingchuan looked down and his eyes suddenly froze.

Deathly suffocation rushed over his face like a flood, as if a big hand was tightly strangling his throat.

"Master Ji, there are still three hours left. Whether your young master can save his life depends on whether Master Ji understands the situation or not."

The jailer threw the brocade box on the ground in the cell.

Ji Lingchuan crawled over on his hands and feet like a dog, quickly picked up the finger from the ground, and burst into tears.

If you protect the Zhang family, you cannot protect your son;

To protect your son, if you turn your back on the Lord and don't tell him, the end will not be much better.

But my son is my life!

"what--"

"what--"

God, you are trying to force me, Ji Lingchuan, to death!
(End of this chapter)