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

Chapter 611
This time, Yan Sanhe slept deeply and deeply, without even a dream.

wake up.

The house was pitch black.

Yan Sanhe reached out and touched the side of the bed. It was cold.

"She was quarreling with Ming Ting. Ming Ting was almost mad to death. Well, he was almost breathless now."

Yan Sanhe was startled when he discovered that the imperial concubine was slumped under the window, leaning lazily.

"Xie Zhifei!"

She stared, "This is the boudoir, can you please have some facial expressions?"

"Tai Wei has been found."

"what?"

Yan Sanhe sat up from the bed.

Is it that fast?
"In order to find this person, I haven't even closed my eyes. I'm so tired that the wounds on my legs have split."

The more the Third Master talked, the more aggrieved he became.

"I'm sitting in this room because I want to wait for you to wake up so that I can tell you in detail about this person's current situation. I didn't know you...how could you say that to me?"

Yan Sanhe: "..."

Xie Zhifei: "Do you still have any conscience?"

Yan Sanhe: "..."

Seeing that she remained silent, Xie Zhifei supported the imperial concubine with his hands and stood up, "Zhu Qing, Zhu Qing..."

"I was wrong."

Xie Zhifei paused and said, "You, what did you say?"

"I said I was wrong."

"What went wrong? This needs to be explained carefully."

Yan Sanhe's eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he looked at the shadow by the window, gritted his teeth and took a few deep breaths.

"Shouldn't have said that to you."

"What should I say?"

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Who has worked hard?"

"Thank you Chengyu for your hard work."

"Thanks for removing it."

"Thank you Chengyu."

"Good attitude."

Xie Zhifei's hair was smoothed down, and he laughed so hard that his peach blossom eyes flew sideways, "But whether you forgive me or not depends on my mood."

Yan Sanhe gritted his teeth: "..." Isn't it over yet?
"Taiwei is hiding in the prison of our Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Department."

Hearing the sound of teeth grinding, Xie Zhifei stopped and got down to business.

"The Soldiers and Horses Department is in the northwest corner of Zhu's Mansion. Zhu Yuanmo's calculation was absolutely correct. It's a pity that three of my people have traveled thousands of miles to work in vain."

Just in Beijing?

Right under everyone's nose?

"How did you find him?"

"That's a long story."

Xie Zhifei walked through the entire process in a leisurely manner.

Of course, given how shameless the third master is, he focused on portraying his vigilance and prompt and wise decision-making.

However, Yan Sanhe only cared about one thing, "So, he has no limbs now and is still mute?"

In the darkness, Xie Zhifei nodded.

"Do you know what I found on the stone bricks under the haystack?"

"what?"

"Thousands of words."

Yan Sanhe was shocked: "He can write? What do he use to write?"

"Use your mouth!"

Xie Zhifei: "I bit the stone with my mouth and wrote thousands of words on the stone bricks one stroke at a time."

"What did he write?"

"Zhu!"

There was a brief blank in Yan Sanhe's mind, and after a while he said in a trembling voice: "Where is he now? I must see him immediately."

"Don't worry, he's in another hospital. He was cleaned up half an hour ago. Uncle Pei is treating him right now."

"Is he sick?"

Xie Zhifei replied without asking: "Do you know why he ran out of the prison at this time?"

"Why?" "He felt that his end was approaching and wanted to run to the door of Zhu's mansion and set a final fire to burn himself."

Yan Sanhe's eyebrows jumped fiercely, "Then why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"It's not too late now. Uncle Pei gave him a resurrecting pill and he can still hold on."

Xie Zhifei: "Zhu Yuanmo won't be able to come out even if he's too late. He, the master of suffering, must be present. Why not let you have a good sleep peacefully."

Yan Sanhe looked at the dark shadow by the window. Although the shadow did not appear to be standing or sitting, it had a sense of solidity that had accumulated over the years.

What a thoughtful thought!

What a thoughtful calculation!

Want to say thank you?

Said, seeming to distance the two people;
Not to mention, this favor is a bit big.

While hesitating, he shouted: "Zhu Qing."

This time he only called once, and Zhu Qing opened the door and came in. Without daring to glance around, he went straight to the window and carried the third master on his back.

Yan Sanhe followed them to the door with his eyes. Light filtered through the door and hit the corners of Xie Zhifei's slightly raised mouth.

He said silently: "Waiting for you."

Who wants you to wait?

Yan Sanhe touched his hot cheeks and thought to himself that this guy was good at everything, but he just didn't have the energy to attract people.

……

After Yan Sanhe washed up, the food was already placed on the table.

She ate briefly, rinsed her mouth with tea, and then walked out of the yard.

Instead of going straight to the small flower hall, he slowly walked outside with his hands behind his back to clear his confused mind.

A person who would rather drown in a bucket of excrement than set a fire at the door of Zhu's house must have deep hatred in his heart.

It is foreseeable that the secrets hidden in this man's body are enough to reveal the last layer of Zhu Xuanjiu's human skin.

As soon as the cold wind blew, his mind was extremely clear, and Yan Sanhe went straight to the flower hall.

When she walked to the corner, two people walked towards them in a hurry. She looked up and was slightly surprised.

Why is he here?

Zhu Yuanmo saw Yan Sanhe's expression and said hurriedly: "Miss Yan, my eldest brother-in-law..."

"Maybe I can help with the future."

Xie Erli's voice was very calm: "Miss Yan won't refuse."

"will not."

Yan Sanhe dropped two words and walked into the yard first.

In the flower hall, the lights are brightly lit.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still shocked the moment she saw Tai Wei.

bald.

There were spots on the head, and there were sores in many places;
One of the two ears was still fully intact, and the other was half-bitten by something;
Because he had been in prison for many years, his figure had shrunk greatly. Sitting in the Taishi chair, his whole body was buckled inward, making him look particularly small.

The rest was hidden in the old loose robe, making it impossible to tell.

"I just shaved my hair, and there is no way to clean out the lice on one end."

Xie Zhifei: "I washed my body with water twenty or thirty times, and it was barely clean..."

"In a word."

Pei Yu sighed: "It's a miracle that he can survive until now. Zhu Qing, show them."

Zhu Qing walked to Taiwei and rolled up his trousers: "Miss Yan, look?"

Yan Sanhe had goosebumps all over his body.

The two broken knees were dark, darker than the bottom of the pot, and pus and blood were still flowing out of one of them.

Zhu Yuanmo, who was behind her, took a step back, as if a long needle had pierced his heart.

His movement attracted Taiwei's gaze.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Taiwei became excited all of a sudden, and his eyes that were originally calm suddenly ignited with anger.

"He is Zhu Xuanjiu's eldest son."

Yan Sanhe: "Last night, he fully understood what kind of person his father was.

Taiwei turned his head to look at Xie Zhifei.

Xie Zhifei nodded: "This is the Miss Yan I told you. She transformed thoughts and demons for the dead. It was she who tore apart Zhu Xuanjiu's true face layer by layer."

"It's just the tip of the iceberg."

Yan Sanhe walked up to Tai Wei, squatted down, and looked up into his eyes.

"He also has many hidden true colors, Taiwei, can you tell me?"

(End of this chapter)