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

Chapter 413 Missing
After hearing this, Tang Mingyue finally realized something was wrong.

"Third Master, haven't master's inner demons been solved? Why are you still looking at things from my childhood?"

"Yan Sanhe told me to do this. I will explain everything to Miss Tang later when I come back from Mulishan."

Xie Zhifei looked at her face and added another sentence.

"Actually, there's a little tail left in the matter."

When it came to Yan Sanhe, Tang Mingyue stopped asking anything.

"Then...I have to write a letter to my mother to tell her."

"No need to write a letter, just get a token. I've met Mrs. Tang."

"No, let's just write one."

Tang Mingyue smiled and said: "I have been out for many days. Mom is worried. You can help me take it back."

Xie Zhifei walked to the courtyard and shouted: "Zhu Qing, go get paper and pen."

"Yes!"

Soon, paper and pen were brought.

Tang Mingyue picked up the pen, scratched her head, and said to herself: "Hey, what should I write?"

"Be safe."

"Third Master is still smart."

Tang Mingyue smiled at Xie Zhifei, dipped the pen in the ink, lifted the pen, and paused again.

"what happened?"

Tang Mingyue raised her chin and said, "Third Master, please help me think about it again, how can I report peace?"

None of this?

Miss Tang, have you ever read a book?
"I don't like reading. I feel like sleeping when I read or write."

There was no trace of shame on Tang Mingyue's face.

"My dad said I'm not that good, so I haven't written a letter yet. In the past, my dad would ghostwrite letters to my master."

You can!

Xie Zhifei felt that if she continued to wear him down like this, he would suffer from heart palpitations again.

"Just say that everything is fine in the capital, and tell my parents not to worry about it. When I see Miss Yan, I will rush home. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival soon. I miss my parents very much. Let them take care of themselves."

"What Third Master said is really good, I will write according to what Third Master said."

Seeing that she had finally finished writing, Xie Zhifei began to drink tea with peace of mind.

After drinking a cup of tea, he saw that she was still writing stroke by stroke. He stood up and walked over, thinking those words in his heart, just three or two times would be enough, there is no need...

Xie Zhifei's inner complaint suddenly stopped the moment he saw the letter.

Is this a word?

This is a fucking dog crawl! !

Tang Mingyue found that the third master was reading her letter and grinned:
"Third Master, please stop reading. My handwriting is not good."

After saying that, she gave herself another reason, "My father said that a girl's family is lucky if they don't read or write."

"Does Miss Tang like to practice martial arts?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"When I came here, I saw you doing Tai Chi with Xue Zhao."

"I can also do other boxing, which was taught to me by Uncle Xue. Uncle Xue said that if I start practicing martial arts since I was young, I must be a good candidate for martial arts..."

Tang Mingyue talked nonchalantly, completely unaware that Xie Zhifei's face was getting more and more ugly.

He writes like a dog crawling and likes to practice martial arts...

Why the hell does this guy look so much like his old self - Zheng Huaizuo?

After writing the last word, Tang Mingyue blew it with her mouth.

"Third Master, look at how well I write!"

"Row."

"Ms. Tang, Miss Yan told you to keep this matter a secret. Not even your pillow partner can tell it."

"why?"

"As I said before, I will explain it to you when I come back from Mulishan, and I will also take you to see Yan Sanhe."

Xie Zhifei: "She has just finished resolving your master's inner demons, and her body needs to rest for a few days to recover."

"Then I'll wait for the third master to come back."

"really obedient."

Xie Zhifei forced a smile at her and said, "An obedient girl will look better."

Tang Mingyue was so proud, "What a coincidence, my father said so too."

...The courtyard door, open.

Xie Zhifei ignored Shan Eryi's eager gaze, glanced at Zhu Qing, and strode away.

Zhu Qing quickly followed, "Master?"

Xie Zhifei walked to a deserted place and said, "Prepare your horses and dry food, and prepare to go to Muli Mountain. We will set off after a cup of tea."

Zhu Qing was startled, and just as he was about to speak, the Third Master looked over with sharp eyes, and he immediately whispered:

"Yes!"

"Just tell the outside world that I'm on an urgent mission."

"Where's Mr. Pei, do you want to tell the truth?"

"Hidden."

Xie Zhifei turned his head and looked at the guest house in the distance.

"Tell Xie Xiaohua to take good care of Miss Tang. If Miss Tang loses a few pounds, I will let her starve for three days."

"Yes!"

"Also, don't let Tang Mingyue and Yan Sanhe meet."

Zhu Qing clearly heard her heart beating with a "thud".

……

Just as Xie Zhifei was leaving the capital on horseback, Yan Sanhe was walking out of the Han Family Inn.

Han Xu was not here, so she could only leave a verbal message.

"Go home."

Li Buyan was slightly surprised: "Aren't you going to Zheng's house?"

Yan Sanhe: "Go at night."

Li Buyan's eyes sparkled, "I just like things so exciting."

"Before you go, go to the Lu Mansion and offer him some incense."

"That would be more exciting."

Li Buyan helped Yan Sanhe mount the horse, "Let's go back, eat and sleep first, and wait until the moon is dark and the wind is high before we do any bad things."

In the Lu Mansion at night, white lights were hung high, and people who came to see the old censor off on his last journey lined up at the entrance of the alley.

Yan Sanhe and Li Buyan lined up in the queue and waited for a full hour before it was their turn.

A stick of fragrance, three heads.

After the two expressed their condolences, they left quietly and went straight to Zheng's old residence.

Throughout the night, Yan Sanhe looked at the entire mansion again.

When the clapper struck at five o'clock, the two of them came out of the dog hole.

Back at the mansion, Yan Sanhe asked Li Buyan to go to bed first, while he went into the study and painted the Zheng mansion one stroke at a time.

This painting took a whole day.

After finishing the last stroke, Yan Sanhe fell into bed with his eyes red, falling into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

Yan Sanhe opened his eyes and asked, "Has Third Master been here?"

Li Buyan shrugged and said he didn't even see the ghost.

Did you agree to bring the Zheng family's case files in two days?
Yan Sanhe cursed "liar" in his heart and decided to go to the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division after dinner.

Before I could pick up the chopsticks, little Mr. Pei came in a hurry.

"Yan Sanhe, do you know where Xie Fifty went?"

I still want to find him!

Yan Sanhe checked and found out something was wrong, "Why, isn't he in the capital?"

Little Mr. Pei sat down on the table and picked up a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"No, I said I was out on an urgent errand, but I didn't even say hello. This kid is very capable."

When Li Buyan came in, he said to himself that you are capable of stealing my dishes and chopsticks. You really don't regard yourself as an outsider.

Yan Sanhe: "Is he always like this?"

"how is this possible!"

Little Master Pei took a bite of rice and worked for a long time. He was starving to death. "He will tell me wherever he goes."

Yan Sanhe thought about what happened that day at Shuiyue An, and picked up a chopstick dish for Pei Xiao.

"By the way, Pei Mingting, what's wrong with Xie Zhifei? Why is it said outside that he is a short-lived ghost?"

(End of this chapter)