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

Chapter 325: Guessing
Little Mr. Pei, who wanted to sit next to Yan Sanhe, was dumbfounded.

Obviously before entering the study room, one of the two people was walking in the front and the other was walking in the back, as if they had never interacted with each other.

Why did Yan Sanhe call Xie Fifty to sit next to him after entering this door?
Pei Xiao sat down depressedly and heard Yan Sanhe ask: "Master Tang, have you thought about it?"

Tang Jianxi asked back, "What does Miss Yan want to know?"

"There are many things I want to know, such as what kind of person is Tang Zhiwei in the boudoir? What kind of person is her father Tang Qiling?"

Yan Sanhe paused slightly.

"I would like to know about Chu Yanting, Tang Qiling's student, and Mr. Tang, what role you played in Tang Zhiwei's life, and about Tang Qiling's unavoidable case."

Every word Yan Sanhe said hit Tang Jianxi's heart.

Especially as soon as the words "Chu Yan stop" came out of his mouth, his breathing became slightly faster unconsciously.

"Miss Yan!"

Tang Jianxi tried his best to suppress his shock, "This is my wife, Tao Qiaoer."

After a woman gets married, she is given her husband's surname, and her maiden name when she was a girl cannot be told to outsiders.

But when Tang Jianxi introduced her, he said his wife's name so openly, which was so unexpected.

At this time, Tao Qiaoer smiled slowly at the six of them, "Except for Miss Yan, I don't know how to call the others."

Only then did Yan Sanhe realize that Tang Jianxi was using his wife's maiden name as bait to find out the identities of the third master and little master Pei.

She remained silent and left the choice to Xie Zhifei.

If he wants to say it, he can say it;

If she didn't want to talk about it, she could still find a way to cover it up.

"My surname is Xie, my given name is Zhifei, my given name is Chengyu, and I am the third eldest child in my family."

Xie Zhifei glanced at Pei Xiao: "His surname is Pei, and his given name is Mingting. The remaining three are the guards of the three of us. If they were not all injured today, they would not sit down."

"It's Mr. Xie, Mr. Pei, I'm disrespectful."

Tao Qiaoer looked at the two of them from top to bottom and sighed: "At first glance, it seems that they were raised in a good family, knowledgeable, courteous, and smart."

Tang Jianxi seemed a little dissatisfied when he heard his wife praising the two young and handsome young men, "They are not necessarily smart, either!"

Tao Qiaoer smiled and said, "Is it possible that I still want to take the exam?"

Tang Jianxi glanced at Pei Xiao intentionally or unintentionally: "Then Mr. Pei, please tell me why I resigned and went into seclusion?"

What is this called, you ask?

Little Mr. Pei said with a smile on his face, "I'm not the roundworm in Mr. Tang's belly. How could I have guessed this."

Tang Jianxi immediately lost his temper, picked up the tea cup, and stopped talking to anyone.

Serving tea means seeing off guests.

Why did you suddenly see off guests when you were so good?
Little Mr. Pei quickly looked at Xie Zhifei beside him: Brother, the conscience of heaven and earth, I didn’t say anything!
Xie Zhifei also felt something was wrong and coughed lightly to remind Yan Sanhe.

Yan Sanhe didn't need his reminder, he had already started thinking about why.

Not to mention anything else, as long as Tang Jianxi saw Tang Zhiwei's words and hurried down the mountain, he shouldn't have done anything like serving tea to see off the guests.

"There is one thing I haven't had time to say to Master Tang yet."

Yan Sanhe carefully observed every expression on Tang Jianxi's face: "If Jingchen's coffin cannot be closed, her children and grandchildren will be unlucky, ranging from minor disasters to death."

And this one?
Tang Jianxi held on and said: "She is a nun and has no children. How can she have any descendants? My only adopted daughter, Mingyue, has been recorded in my Tang family genealogy, and I have nothing to do with her for a long time."

"Does the Tang family have no descendants?"

"Humph!"

Tang Jianxi slapped the table and said angrily: "The descendants of the Tang family, I don't care whether they live or die, you idiots and idiots."

"If you don't want to say it, just say it. Why are you scolding us?" Mr. Pei muttered in a low voice: "You are still a hermit. You have no style at all."

"Ignorant child, you know nothing!"

Tang Jianxi slapped the book table loudly, as if he was so angry that he was furious.

wrong!

Very wrong!
Yan Sanhe's eyebrows tightened, and just when she was about to speak, Xie Zhifei got in front of her, "Does Mr. Tang have something to hide?"

Finally someone is smart.

Tang Jianxi raised his eyelids to look at Xie Zhifei, and said in a very calm tone: "The past is unspeakable, unspeakable."

Xie Zhifei: "Why can't you speak?"

Tang Jianxi didn't answer and gave everyone an expression of "Young man, please figure it out yourself".

I can’t understand it!
Xie Zhifei looked at Yan Sanhe blankly.

Yan Sanhe tried to ask: "Did Mr. Tang make an oath to anyone?"

Tang Jianxi looked at Yan Sanhe who was submerged in the candlelight, and finally said slowly: "I swore a poisonous oath to Jingchen. The past events can only be carried into the coffin, and never a word can be said out."

"What is the past?"

"Things and people related to the Tang family can only be brought into the coffin."

"That's why you want to test whether we are smart or not."

Yan Sanhe did not ask him "why he swore such a poisonous oath", "Because for everything that follows, we can only rely on guessing. If you guess it right, you nod; if you guess wrong, you shake your head."

Tang Jianxi stroked his beard and muttered one word with a look of relief: "Yes!"

He looked so relieved that Mr. Pei almost jumped out of his chair.

How do you guess?
Guess what?
You, Tang Zhiwei, Chu Yanting, and Tang Qiling, there are so many people, so many things, how can you guess the year and month?

"Mr. Tang, there is another way."

Mr. Pei's bad thoughts came to him, "You can set up a memorial altar in the courtyard, light incense, and repent to the Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva should be able to forgive you."

"a man of his words."

Tang Jianxi looked at Pei Xiao, "Does Mr. Pei not understand such a simple truth?"

You idiot!
Pei Xiao leaned out half of his body to see Yan Sanhe: Boss, you have your say, let's guess or not!

Yan Sanhe looked back at him lightly: What kind of question are you asking?Do we have a choice?
"Mr. Tang, let's guess."

Boss Yan made a decision immediately and did not waste any time. "The first question is, what kind of person is Tang Zhiwei in his boudoir? Third Master, what do you think?"

Since Tang Jianxi was only responsible for nodding and shaking his head, they were the only ones who could guess.

Xie Zhifei has been to Jingchen's studio and seen Qingzhu examine it. If it is true, he is the most qualified to have a chat.

"Talented woman."

Xie Zhifei seemed to have expected that Yan Sanhe would ask him, and said: "I am good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I have read the Four Books and Five Classics, and I prefer poetry and songs. Mr. Tang, are you right?"

Tang Jianxi neither shook his head nor nodded, but asked firmly: "How can you see it?"

"Needless to say, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, any far-sighted parent in a high school will let his daughter learn it."

Xie Zhifei: "Tang Qiling's daughter has no ability at all. If she told her, it would be a disgrace to the Tang family. As for the Four Books and Five Classics?"

He tilted his head and looked at Yan Sanhe, with a pride that no one could see in his eyes.

"A person who can say that it is as straight as a string, the road to death; as curved as a hook, and that it is impossible to become a prince, must have the Four Books and Five Classics in her belly. As for her preference for poetry and poetry, it is because she did what she did when she was the Oiran. A poem.”

Yan Sanhe: "Mr. Tang, are you right?"

(End of this chapter)