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

Chapter 203 Zheng Family ([-])

Speaking of his grandfather, Xie Zhifei's dark eyes had a different light, like a small fire that burned out as soon as it ignited.

"There are three major events in the life of General Zheng Yu that are worth mentioning."

"Which three items?"

"The first thing was during the reign of the late emperor, I assisted King Zhao in sending troops to Mongolia. Oh, by the way, King Zhao is your current Majesty."

After Xie Zhifei said that, he immediately looked at Yan Sanhe's face. To his surprise, there was no unnecessary expression on Yan Sanhe's face.

"Why aren't you curious as to why King Zhao ascended to such a high position?"

Yan Sanhe used his feet to push aside a dead branch on the ground.

"My grandfather once said during his lifetime that King Zhao came to the throne because the former prince used witchcraft against the late emperor. He was deposed after the Dongchuang incident, and it was only then that he was succeeded by King Zhao."

"Exactly!"

Xie Zhifei: "It was precisely because of that battle that the monarch and his ministers forged a deep friendship. After King Zhao succeeded to the throne, the Zheng family's family status rose accordingly."

Yan Sanhe: "What about the second thing?"

"You know this, it was the war between Hua and Daqi in the third year of Yonghe, and Zheng Yu was the commander."

Xie Zhifei: "This battle lasted for two years and was full of difficulties. Finally, we returned victorious. The emperor was overjoyed and rewarded Zheng Yu with a golden cup. In the end, both the emperor and his ministers were drunk together."

"It seems..."

Yan Sanhe sighed: "The royal pets of the Zheng family were all obtained by Zheng Yu who fought with his life on the battlefield."

"If a military general wants to make his wife a wife, he can only rely on military merit and tuck his head in his belt."

Xie Zhifei lowered his head and glanced at Yan Sanhe.

"As the saying goes, heroes emerge from troubled times. All those who march to fight do not like fighting, but when a real war is fought, they will fight with their lives, because only in this way can they have the opportunity to make great achievements. Deserters are really a minority."

"And what about the third thing?"

"This thing..."

Xie Zhifei couldn't help but slow down, the pain fleeting on his face, "...it's about to talk about how the old general died!"

Zheng Yu died in battle, and Yan Sanhe knew about it.

But she had never heard anyone talk about the ins and outs of it.

"In the summer of the fifth year of Yonghe, the Tatars killed our Chinese envoys. The emperor was furious and sent General Song Zhiyu to go on an expedition.

In the winter of the sixth year of Yonghe, Song Zhiyu was defeated, leaving only [-] remnants of the [-]-strong army. The news reached the capital and the whole country was shocked, so the King of Han requested to go to war. "

"Wait."

Yan Sanhe couldn't help it anymore, "King Han, is he the one who is your mortal enemy?"

"Oh, my little ancestor!"

Pei Xiao was so anxious that he almost reached out to cover her mouth and stamped his feet: "This matter can only be understood, not spoken, but please don't mention it in front of outsiders."

Am I that stupid?

It’s just that there are too many of this king and that king, so I want to confirm.

Yan Sanhe glared at him.

She glared at me!

She glared at me!

My heart...

It's pounding!

Pei Xiao quickly turned his back, covering his heart and gasping for air.

What's wrong with this man?
Yan Sanhe frowned: "Xie Zhifei, go on."

"So in the spring of the seventh year of Yonghe, the emperor sent the King of Han as the commander-in-chief, and the old general Zheng Yu as the deputy commander-in-chief, to attack the Tartars again."

Xie Zhifei gritted his teeth and suppressed the surging blood.

"It's a pity that the old general never came back this time, and died on the battlefield in November of the eighth year of Yonghe."

"Wait a little longer!"

Yan Sanhe's face was cold and his tone was serious.

"We went on an expedition in the seventh year of Yonghe. The Zheng family's case happened in the middle of July in the eighth year of Yonghe. The old general died in November. Does the old general know that all his family members are gone?"

Xie Zhifei: "You shouldn't know."

Yan San frowned, "Why?"

"The decisive battle with the Tatars is imminent. The Emperor and the Ministry of War will definitely keep this matter a secret to prevent disturbing the morale of the army. Everything will be done after the old general returns from the victory."

Xie Zhifei added: "This is the rule of marching and fighting."

Normally, Yan Sanhe would probably curse: What a bullshit rule, it’s not humane at all.But at this moment, she suddenly felt that this rule was quite good. At least General Zheng did not suffer the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart before his death.

"Is this battle finally won?"

"Win."

The King of Han returned in triumph, and the spirit of the old general returned to his hometown.

Xie Zhifei smiled coldly, "I was thinking that this must be due to God's will!"

The atmosphere suddenly darkened. Coupled with the surrounding weeds and trees that were taller than a person, Pei Xiao just wanted to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

"Yan Sanhe, do you have anything else to ask?"

"Yes. Xie Zhifei..."

Yan Sanhe turned his head, and the next half of the sentence suddenly got stuck in his throat.

The man beside him had his usually straight back slightly bent, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, as if he was exhausted.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked.

"A little out of breath."

Xie Zhifei turned around and patted his chest several times.

Nine years.

It was the first time he stood on the ruins of the Zheng family, and it was the first time he talked about every detail of the Zheng family. The pain that seeped into the bones and blood was like hot magma gushing out.

Zheng Lao, Zheng Lao Er, Zheng Lao San...

Xiao family, Xu family, Lin family...

To him, none of them are cold names, they are all people who once appeared in his life.

The dead are dead;
Life is worse than death for those who are alive!

"Xie Fifty, aren't you possessed by a ghost?"

Pei Xiao hurriedly took out a bunch of Five Emperors coins from his pocket and stuffed it into Xie Zhifei's hand, "Hurry up and take it to avoid evil!"

Xie Zhifei looked at his nervous expression with a look of disgust on his face, "Hasn't it been opened before?"

"It's open, it's open, it was opened this morning."

Pei Xiao raised his chin and said, "Fifty times of the Diamond Sutra, I watched that bald donkey recite it word by word."

Yan Sanhe's voice was light, "The Five Emperors' Money is only useful to ordinary ghosts, and has no use to evil ghosts who died unjustly."

"You, you, what did you say?"

"So many people died in this house..."

Yan Sanhe looked around, then fixed his gaze on Pei Xiao.

Pei Xiao's legs trembled when she saw him, and his voice trembled, "You, you, why are you looking at me like that?"

"There seems to be someone standing behind you!"

"what--"

After a scream, Yan Sanhe felt that the person in front of him disappeared in a flash. He lowered his head and looked again...

This man had jumped on Xie Zhifei's back and hugged him tightly.

Yan Sanhe winked at Xie Zhifei: Mr. Xie, your brother seems to be very intimidated!

Xie Zhifei pursed his lips and smiled: Don't scare him, he is cowardly than a mouse.

"Pei Mingting, come down."

"What, what?"

Yan Sanhe pulled him down, and before anyone could stand still, his fingers suddenly touched the tip of Pei Xiao's eyebrows.

"The goddess will help you consecrate it."

Pei Xiao felt a coldness going down from the center of his eyebrows.

After he shuddered, he suddenly felt that his legs were no longer weak, his body was no longer trembling, and there was light everywhere in front of him.

Yan Sanhe put away his fingers, tilted his head, and looked at Xie Zhifei with a faint smile, "Would you like me to open one for you too?"

Xie Zhifei was startled and asked, "Aren't gods and ghosts afraid of you after you consecrate it?"

"Not only am I not afraid of gods and ghosts after my consecration, but I also feel physically comfortable and in a happy mood."

He instantly understood what a consecration was, this girl was teasing him with Pei Xiao!
The cold and ruthless people occasionally reveal a hint of warmth, which is more relaxing than drinking a cup of scalding wine in the middle of winter.

Ah!
Xie Zhifei felt like he was alive again.

(End of this chapter)