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

Chapter 293
Both Xie Sanye and Yan Sanhe ignored one thing.

For Tang Qiling to be the Crown Prince and Tutor, not to mention his knowledge, he must be the best in Great China;

For the best teacher, there will be countless people who want to be his disciples, and they will have students all over the world;

When Tang Qiling fell, where did his students go?

"Tang Qiling is involved in the Chunwei fraud case. Shouldn't every one of his students hate him to death?" he asked deliberately.

"Crap!"

As soon as Xia's mother said this, she became angry: "There were more people than anyone else that day, and everyone wanted to make their junior sister the oiran!"

holding?
Xie Zhifei was secretly surprised that she used such a word.

That means that Tang Qiling's students did not cut off their relationship with Tang Qiling, but instead focused on protecting their junior sister Tang Zhiwei.

Why is that?
He slapped the table and said angrily: "They are really a bunch of crazy people who don't know the heights of the world, and they are not afraid of being implicated by Tang Qiling."

These words were undoubtedly handed to the pillow by drowsiness.

Mother Xia put one hand on her waist, pointed out the window with the other, and swore arrogantly: "These poor scholars who deserved to die a good death deserved not to be promoted, not to be an official, and to be in poverty all their lives. My aunt's bright future was delayed by them. "

Xie Zhifei's eyes moved and he said, "It seems that the person who will be the oiran's guest that night is also a student of Tang Qiling."

"Who said no."

Mother Xia said bitterly: "That man looked like a down-and-out scholar, so he just wrote a sour poem, and the passing water rejected the rich princes and grandsons and invited him to enter the water house."

After a pause, she moved her red lips to Xie Zhifei's ear.

"Let me tell you, the red stain on the veil is fake. The scholar bit his finger and got the blood on it."

"what?"

Xie Zhifei was deliberately surprised: "Is there such a thing?"

"We in the Jiaofang Department all say that when she was still in the boudoir, she was already exposed, and she was no longer a virgin."

Xia's mother curled her lips disdainfully: "It's just those poor scholars who treat her as their treasure."

"This reminds me of something."

Xie Zhifei hesitated for a moment and then said: "There are rumors that Tang Qiling had an incestuous relationship with his daughter."

"It's not a rumor, it's a fact."

Xia's mother's eyes were red because she was drunk, "How can a 19-year-old girl say that no matchmaker is allowed to come to her door?"

"How do you know this?" Xie Zhifei looked curious.

"That's what everyone else says."

Mother Xia's mouth went dry as she spoke, so she picked up the wine cup and drank a glass.

"I also heard that her shameless father didn't even object. He slapped the table and applauded. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, he's a scholar, but he's full of men stealing and female prostitutes."

Xie Zhifei didn't dare to miss a word and deliberately slapped his forehead.

"Oh, my father never forgets the passing water, and his poetry is very good. The person who entered the water house that night couldn't be my father, right?"

"Not your father."

Mother Xia stretched out her slender hand, lightly tapped Xie Zhifei's eyebrows, and teased: "If that man is as handsome as Mr. Xie, I will have to snatch him away no matter what, little lady."

Damn, you are so drunk that you dare to do it?
Xie Zhifei held the hand between his eyebrows and pinched it between his fingers: "Who is that person? Does mom still remember?"

A numbness surged up from her fingertips, causing Xia's mother to take a shaky breath, "Who remembers that person's name?"

Xie Zhifei gently let go of his hand.

Xia's mother's fingertips were empty, and her heart also felt empty.She looked up, and just then Xie Zhifei slowly lowered his eyes.

The third master's eyes, when looking at people with a smile, make people feel like they are refreshed;

If it hangs down, there will be no trace of the spring breeze;
If his lips were tightly closed again, his whole face would look a little deep even if there was no expression at all.

Mother Xia's thoughts turned around in an instant, and she blurted out: "That poem is signed, and it is signed "Three Friends of Suihan."

Only then did Xie Zhifei open his peach blossom eyes again: "Why does mom still remember something that happened so long ago?"

"What can't I remember? The three friends of Suihan among the literati are pine, bamboo, and plum. Our Jiaofang Secretary's house has not only pine, bamboo, and plum, but also chrysanthemums, orchids, and peonies."

Xia's mother glanced at Xie Zhifei and sneered: "Your Majesty, please judge. Is it offensive to give this name to a good person?"

"So damn sour!"

Xie Zhifei looked at Xia's mother, "So, this person should be the one who redeemed the dead water later, right?"

"I bother!"

Mother Xia straightened her back, deliberately put it on Xie Zhifei's arm, and cursed: "He is a poor scholar and wants to redeem the oiran from the Jiaofang Division. It's his mother's dream!"

Xie Zhifei's eyes swept over Xia's mother and he deliberately swallowed twice.

Mother Xia was so proud that she just used the alcohol to stick to her whole body.
"Mom has such a figure, I'm so greedy for it. I really don't understand why my blind dad fell in love with that one."

The smell of wine mixed with the smell of powder entered his nose. Xie Zhifei felt sick and wanted to vomit, "I can't stand it anymore. I need to go to the window to get some fresh air."

He quickly walked over and raised the window, revealing the entire night of the Jiaofang Division.

In the dim light, he suddenly thought of Yan Sanhe.

What is this girl doing?
Did Pei Mingting take good care of her?

"My lord... Your Majesty, aren't you tired from standing?"

Mother Xia pressed her whole body over like a dog-skin plaster, wrapping her hands tightly around Xie Zhifei's waist.

Xie Zhifei lowered his brows, clasped the two hands, then slowly turned around and looked down at her.

Mother Xia met his eyes, and her heart turned into a ball of water.

The man in front of me has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and even his tightly pursed thin lips are so tangible, exactly like that man.

She looked at it dreamily, as if she had returned to that night many years ago.

That man was also standing by the window with his hands behind his back, his back even more lonely and deserted than the night.

She hugged him from behind and gently pressed her face against his back.

He trembled, took her hand in his and held it gently.

There was no gap between their bodies.

"Bao Er."

He whispered: "It's not easy for you to save some money. I can't take the money. Find a good man again and find a way to help you redeem yourself and get out of this sea of ​​misery."

She listened to his heartbeat and shook her head.

"If you hadn't come to redeem me, any place in this world would have been a sea of ​​misery for me. I will wait for you here in the Jiaofang Division."

"Idiot, idiot, idiot!"

The man turned around suddenly, hugged her tightly in his arms, and whispered in her ear in a very hoarse voice.

"When I return to my hometown, I will use the money to buy a small house and a few acres of fertile land, and then I will study hard. When I am in high school, that will be the day I come to the Jiaofang Division to redeem you."

(End of this chapter)