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

Chapter 683 New Year's Eve
The New Year’s Eve of Yonghe’s 17th year arrived as promised.

After lying in bed for nearly a month, Yan Sanhe was allowed to get out of bed for the first time.

The world in the courtyard is only a square inch.

She stood quietly under the eaves, looking at the gray sky in the distance, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the bluestone tiles, and frowned slightly for a long time.

In my memory, it has never rained on New Year’s Eve in Yunnan Prefecture.

Grandfather Yan Xinghui got up earlier than usual.

After washing and having breakfast, he went into the study and started writing Spring Festival couplets.

When she got up, there was already a long line of people in the yard - people who came to ask for Spring Festival couplets.

Old Mrs. Xiao is always the first in line. In her words, a man's first pee in the morning will go the furthest, and his first words should also be the most powerful.

After asking for the Spring Festival couplets, Mrs. Xiao never wanted to leave happily.

She didn't know a single Chinese character, so she couldn't help but ask Mr. Yan to explain the meaning of this year's Spring Festival couplets.

When Yan Xing was explaining, the old woman looked directly at him with a pair of sneaky eyes.

She also looked at her face, body, and even the shoes she was wearing, she had to take a few secret glances.

He couldn't finish the sighting, and the person refused to leave. He shamelessly said that he was deaf just now, so Mr. Lao Yan said it again.

Mr. Yan looked over with a cold look, and Mrs. Xiao pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved: "It's the Chinese New Year, can't Mr. Yan just let me go along with my wishes for once?"

Before Mr. Yan could speak, she grinned again, shamelessly approached and asked, "It's been another year. How are you thinking about it?"

Yan Xing seemed to have heard nothing, and said expressionlessly, "Next one!"

Old Mrs. Xiao could only mutter and walked out, "Man, you are blind, even good women can't see you."

"Old lady Xiao, what kind of good woman are you?"

"Don't take a pee and take a photo of yourself."

"A flower stuck in cow dung."

There were boos and boos in the yard.

"I bother!"

Old Mrs. Xiao spat at them, turned to the study and shouted energetically: "Mr. Yan, I will give you another year to think about it carefully. You can't break my heart next year!"

The injury will continue next year;
Come next year!
The injury continued the following year;
See you again next year!

Even Yan Sanhe couldn't stand it anymore, "Grandpa, why don't you make it clear and let her give up on this idea."

Yan Xing was silent for a long time, "Keep me in mind, she can live a few more years!"

Yan Sanhe closed his eyes silently.

At this moment, Mrs. Xiao will definitely visit their house, but no one in the house is there.

This year, who will help write the Spring Festival couplets on the villagers’ doors?

Like old lady Xiao, they must all miss the talkative Mr. Yan.

In fact, she thought about it too!
……

Xie Zhifei walked into the courtyard holding an umbrella and saw the people under the eaves at a glance.

The man half-closed his eyelashes and looked a little sad.

He coughed.

Yan Sanhe opened his eyes suddenly.

Why is he here?

"Come and give me some lucky money."

Xie Zhifei walked over and handed the umbrella to Tangyuan who came after hearing the news. He took out two bunches of money from his arms and said, "One for you and one for Lan Chuan. Happy New Year."

The glutinous rice balls happily thanked the third master and sent them to Lan Chuan.

"Third Master, where is mine?" Li Buyan crossed his chest and looked at Xie Zhifei with an unkind expression.

"Yours..."

Just when Li Buyan thought he was about to say "no", the man pulled out a lucky bag like a magic trick.

"I asked for the lucky bag from Qingliang Temple in person."

Li Buyan took it with disdain, said "rare", and turned away.

In a blink of an eye, there were only two people left under the roof.

After standing for a moment, Yan Sanhe glanced slightly to the side. Unexpectedly, he met the man's bright black eyes.

Xie Zhifei had a smile deep in his eyes, "Tell me, what does our goddess want for the New Year?"

"Of course I will take whatever the third master gives me."

"What do you think of me as a person?"

"...It can't ward off evil spirits."

Yan Sanhe narrowed his eyes, deliberately trying to hurt him: "I just have a sweet mouth."

Xie Zhifei: "Dislike it?"

Yan Sanhe: "Disgusted."

Xie Zhifei: "No?" Yan Sanhe: "No!"

Xie Zhifei reached into his arms and took out a thin book, "Where's this?"

"what?"

"See for yourself."

Yan Sanhe reached out and flipped through it, and was shocked. It turned out to be a copy of "Bo Yuan Tie" written by Wang Xun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and it was authentic.

This calligraphy was regarded as a rare treasure by calligraphers of all ages. Yan Xing once said during his lifetime that his biggest regret in his life was that he had never seen the original copy of Boyuan's calligraphy.

"Where did you get it?"

"Just say whether you want it or not?"

Yan Sanhe was so excited that he almost bit his tongue, "Yes!"

"Girl!"

Xie Zhifei let out a long sigh and gently touched Yan Sanhe's healed wound with his index finger.

"The coming year will be safe and sound, with no illness or disaster."

Yan Sanhe looked at him, his eyes slowly turning red.

"Hey, are you touched by me?"

"No." She turned away.

"It's fine if you don't."

Xie Zhifei looked down at her, with breathtaking tenderness in his eyes.

"Remembering your identity, the goddess must be cruel and hard-hearted. She cannot be fooled by my sweet mouth in just a few words."

Yan Sanhe's face turned red.

Who is confused?
No!
At this time, I just heard Xiao Tianzui shouting: "Zhu Qing."

Zhu Qing waited by the wall for a long time. When he heard the third master's call, he quickly walked over with an umbrella.

"Miss Yan, the person who inquired about Xia Cai is back."

The charming atmosphere under the eaves disappeared instantly.

Yan Sanhe calmed down, "What did you find out?"

"We were divided into two groups, one went to her hometown in Shandong, and the other went to her maternal grandfather's home in the north."

Zhu Qing: "On the Double Ninth Festival of the first year of Yonghe, the Xia family in Dengzhou Prefecture, Shandong Province encountered robbers. Their home was looted and no one in the family of nineteen survived."

Yan Sanhe narrowed his eyes, "What kind of robber?"

Zhu Qing: "I can't find out."

Yan Sanhe frowned: "Isn't there an official investigating a major case that killed nineteen people?"

Zhu Qing: "Yes, I heard that the official came one after another, and quite a few came."

Yan Sanhe: "Is there any result?"

Zhu Qing shook his head: "It's still an unsolved case until now."

Seventeen years have passed, and such a big case has not yet been solved, so Yan Sanhe fell into silence.

"Yan Sanhe, do you want to listen to my thoughts on this murder case?"

"want."

"Bandits have their own ways. Ordinary robbers only seek wealth and do not harm lives. But this kind of tragedy of killing a family is either an enemy seeking revenge, or... killing people to silence them."

Xie Zhifei lowered his eyes and whispered: "What is worthy of killing all nineteen members of the Xia family?"

Yan Sanhe raised his head and met his eyes. A trace of understanding and clarity flashed in their eyes.

Yan Sanhe looked away and asked: "Where is my grandfather's family in Beidi? Did you find anything?"

Zhu Qing: "Xia Cairen's mother is the Bai family. The Bai family has a cousin across the room who is married to a local carpenter named Shen. When King Zhao built his mansion in the north, Carpenter Shen worked as a carpenter in King Zhao's mansion. Three whole years.”

"Thank you sir."

Yan Sanhe looked up at him, "I want to hear your thoughts again."

Xie Zhifei's eyes were quite subtle: "Although I took several detours, I still got involved with Prince Zhao's Mansion."

"if……"

Yan Sanhe's voice was extremely calm.

"If someone threatens Xia Cairen with the lives of the Bai clan and the Xia clan, do you think she will just do it?"

Xie Zhifei: "Yes."

"If Xia Cairen was the real accomplice in the witchcraft case, because he was an accomplice, all nineteen members of the Xia family were killed and no one was left alive..."

Yan Sanhe said thoughtfully: "Then the whole thing... can it be settled?"

Xie Zhifei's tone was firm.

"can!"

(End of this chapter)