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

Chapter 415 Ci Pai
Tang Jianxi is old and his eyesight is not working well.

"Qiao'er, go get the candle."

Tao Qiaoer took the candle and Tang Jianxi came closer and unfolded the veil.

"There are no words on it, it's embroidery."

"What are you embroidering?"

"It seems...the embroidery is a date."

Xie Zhifei's voice trembled slightly, "Is it July [-]th?"

"Yes."

Tao Qiaoer exclaimed: "Ah, isn't this the birth date of Mingyue?"

Xie Zhifei: "What else was embroidered?"

Mr. Tang brought the handkerchief closer and muttered: "There is another line of words, but the embroidery is a bit poor. Qiao'er, go get a pen and paper."

Take a pen and paper and copy the words on it one by one.

Tang Jianxi drew quickly, and within a moment, a line of elegant words appeared on the paper.

"Master Xie, this is a sentence with eight characters in total."

"What is it?"

"The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in Zhuxi."

What do you mean?
Xie Zhifei looked at Tang Jianxi with a blank expression.

Tang Jianxi frowned, thought for a while, and suddenly slapped his thigh, "I know this poem."

"Master, tell me quickly!" Tao Qiaoer was even more impatient than Xie Zhifei.

"The title of the poem is "Yangzhou Slow: Famous Capital of Huaizuo"

Xie Zhifei's mind went blank for a moment, "Yangzhou is slow?"

"It's about the poet passing through Yangzhou one day and seeing the depression in Yangzhou, and he felt very sad.

Yangzhou has been a famous city on Huainan East Road since ancient times, so it is called Huaizuo. There is also a very famous pavilion here called Zhuxi Pavilion.

He stopped for a while in the pavilion and thought of the once prosperous and prosperous Yangzhou City. He was filled with emotion and wrote this poem when he returned home. "

Tang Jianxi took the opportunity to comment a few words.

"Huaizuo is a famous capital, and Zhuxi is a good place. Huaizuo is opposite Zhuxi, and the famous capital is a good place. The match is not clever, but it is better than neatness."

Tao Qiaoer didn't want to hear any words at all, it was poetry. She just wanted to know one thing.

"Mr. Xie, how could there be such a sentence hidden in Mingyue's swaddling clothes?"

Xie Zhifei gritted his molars and remained silent.

His hands on his knees were tightly clenched into fists, making a terrible "gurgling" sound. Everything in front of him felt like they were shaking, including the table, walls, and figures.

The shaking became more and more violent, as if the earth was shaking.

Then, he heard a loud "boom" in his ears.

Mountains collapsed and the ground cracked.

Xie Zhifei clearly felt that his heart collapsed in an instant.

a long time.

His lips trembled slightly: "I don't know what it means."

I know, but I can’t tell you.

He raised his eyes and looked at Tang Jianxi.

Tang Jianxi was frightened by his bloodshot eyes, "Mr. Xie, you..."

"I'm very good."

Xie Zhifei stood up and said, "Is there any water? I want to wash my face first."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Tao Qiaoer walked to the back room, took out a basin of cold water, and put it on the small table aside, "I'll add some more heat..."

"No, just cold water."

The water in the mountains is bitingly cold.

Xie Zhifei buried his whole face, shook his body hard, and suddenly came back to life.

He stood frozen for a moment, and finally spoke slowly under the anxious eyes of Tang Jianxi and his wife.

"Jingchen's coffin has been closed. Her inner demon is Lu Shi. The sound of the gong is the big gong used by Lu Shi to parade through the streets and the small gong on the stage of the Tang family." Tang Jianxi slapped his forehead: "Oh, ah, I remembered, it was the same day."

"Yan Ruxian is dead, Li Xing's daughter Li Fei is dead, Li Xing and his two sons are also dead, and His Majesty has issued a self-incriminating edict. All of this..."

Xie Zhifei's voice was as light as a gust of wind.

"Lu Shi did everything. In the past 26 years, he has climbed to such a height and lived as an orphan. He just wanted to seek justice for your husband and the Tang family."

Xie Zhifei stuffed the handkerchief into his arms and took a deep breath, "The reason why he did this was because of the wishes of the late prince."

"Wha, what? What did you say..."

Xie Zhifei's words suddenly turned Tang Jianxi's world upside down, making him lose his breath.

"Mrs."

Xie Zhifei rolled his eyes and landed on Tao Qiaoer.

"If you want Tang Mingyue to live in peace for the rest of his life, burn this baby to ashes, throw it into the river, bury it in the soil, whatever you want, but don't keep it! And..."

His voice suddenly became serious, and his eyebrows were deep and cold.

"Every word I just said, including this veil, you swallow in your stomach and take it into the coffin. Don't even tell Tang Mingyue. Just treat me as if I haven't been here this time."

Tao Qiaoer was completely shocked by Xie Zhifei's words, and was too scared to move.

"Next, I want to take a hot bath, eat a hot meal, and then have a good sleep. I will leave early tomorrow morning."

He took the letter out of his pocket.

"Tang Mingyue gave this to you. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, she will leave back to Mulishan."

Xie Zhifei put down the letter, turned around and walked out.

Just as he was about to open the door, he turned around again.

"From now on, don't let Tang Mingyue go to the capital. Just stay here in Mulishan. She can live a peaceful life. I will come to see her."

The man's retreating figure is like the silent mountains around him, melting into the night.

Tao Qiaoer was about to ask, "Why did you come to see her?" When she looked away, she saw that the man's face was covered with tears.

"master?"

She exclaimed.

……

The night wind in the mountains is very strong.

Zhu Qing was waiting halfway. When he saw Xie Zhifei approaching, he hurriedly greeted him: "Master?"

Xie Zhifei nodded and said nothing.

The master and servant were quiet all the way. Zhu Qing glanced at the third master's face several times and hesitated to speak.

When he arrived at the guest house, Xie Zhifei stopped and said, "First take a shower, then eat, and then ask someone to bring a bottle of wine."

Zhu Qing took a breath: "Master, do we want to live in the mountains for a few days, or..."

"We will set off early tomorrow morning and rush back to Beijing to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."

After Xie Zhifei finished speaking, he only ate a few mouthfuls of rice without saying a word, drank a bottle of wine, and fell asleep.

Zhu Qing blew out the lamp, closed the door, and stood silently outside.

Wine can help you sleep, and Xie Zhifei lost consciousness as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The second half of the night.

All kinds of messy dreams come one after another.

For a while, he and Huaiyou were hiding under the window, and their parents were arguing quietly in the room. After his father slammed the door and left, his mother let out a suppressed sob.

After a while, Huaiyou threw herself into his arms with tears in her eyes, and asked him with choked eyes: "Brother, why doesn't mother like me? What did I do wrong?"

After a while, his father sternly scolded him: "Don't you know your sister is weak? Take her up and down. If she falls, let's see how I deal with you!"

The last dream was in the summer afternoon.

He and Huaiyou were so sleepy that they slept on the couch while their mother fanned them.

For some reason, the fan stopped, and he felt hot. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw his mother's cold eyes, staring at her...

He was startled by the viciousness in those eyes, and sat up without warning.

Dream, suddenly awakened.

(End of this chapter)