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

Chapter 708: Speaking openly
The blur in his eyes only lasted for a moment, and then he regained his clarity.

Dong Chengfeng lifted up his robe and lazily leaned against the car wall, "Let's be honest, why did you kidnap me?"

"I want to tell you a story, by the way..."

Yan Sanhe said slowly: "I want to hear your story too."

Dong Chengfeng sneered: "Yan Sanhe, I have no interest in listening to stories or telling stories. You..."

"The story of former crown prince Zhao Rongyu..."

Yan Sanhe leaned forward and looked directly into his eyes: "Aren't you interested too?"

Former prince, Zhao Rongyu.

Dong Chengfeng thought he was hearing hallucinations.

Although these six words were taboo, he would not be so shocked by whoever said them, but it was the person in front of him!
It happened to be her!

"do you know……"

Yan Sanhe subconsciously moved his face forward. Dong Chengfeng felt a chill in his heart and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

He shook his head and suddenly smiled.

"Yan Sanhe, you are brave enough!"

"You are quite courageous."

Yan Sanhe closed his eyes, reached out and placed a jade pendant on the small table. The wild geese on the jade pendant were carved lifelike.

Dong Chengfeng was quiet for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

He was tall and his laughter was loud. The whole car trembled with his laughter.

After laughing enough, he said in an excited tone as if someone had stuffed him with 5 taels of silver notes: "What's wrong with this jade pendant? Is there any problem?"

Still pretend?

"Dong Chengfeng, let's open the skylight and tell the truth. This jade pendant is yours, and one of mine is with you. You exchanged it while I was unconscious."

Yan Sanhe: "This jade pendant comes from the same jade stone and was carved by the same person. This person is the former prince Zhao Rongyu."

Dong Chengfeng: "What then?"

"Then you piqued my interest."

Yan Sanhe smiled with his eyes: "So...I tried to find a way to check you."

Dong Chengfeng showed a bit of curiosity: "How did you check?"

Yan Sanhe: "We found a fat man who can play the piano and asked him to play it to me. I have a good memory. After a few songs, I immediately found the song you played for me."

Dong Chengfeng said "Hmm", "High Mountains and Flowing Waters is a famous piece of music, and almost everyone who studies the piano knows it."

Yan Sanhe: "I asked him. After all, there are not many men who can play the piano, and even fewer who play well. Not to mention your appearance..."

"What do I look like?"

"It's rare in the Central Plains."

"It's really rare."

"In this way, we quickly identified a piano player on the Qinhuai River."

Yan Sanhe smiled: "Coincidentally, his surname is also Dong."

Dong Chengfeng's expression changed slightly.

He remembered.

That day, while he was thinking about something under the eaves, a man suddenly walked in from the courtyard wall. The guards came to him and called him "Master Dong."

"How did a Qinhuai River violinist become the master of the King of Han? How could the master of the King of Han have the jade pendant of the former prince?"

Yan Sanhe: "Now, I am even more curious."

Dong Chengfeng: "What happens next?"

"Then I thought something was wrong. How could a person with the status of the former prince give something like a jade pendant to him casually?"

"Yes."

Dong Chengfeng raised his chin and looked at Yan Sanhe with an unspeakable complexity in his eyes: "It must be someone close to him."

"So, I found someone from Tai Hospital."

"Is it Dr. Pei?"

"Exactly."

Yan Sanhe nodded and replied honestly: "Dr. Pei's father treated the former prince in his early years. I learned one thing from his mouth."

Dong Chengfeng said word by word: "Listen to the piano and fall asleep." Yan San nodded in congratulations, "You guessed it right."

"how about you?"

Dong Chengfeng took out a jade pendant from his purse and put it on the small table: "Where did this thing come from?"

Yan Sanhe twisted his own one and sighed softly, "This is the story I want to tell you."

Dong Chengfeng raised the corners of his lips and smiled a little naughty.

"Before you listen to the story, please answer me first. Who gave you this name?"

Yan Sanhe was silent.

It wasn't because he asked her name, but the way this man smiled lazily at her was very attractive.

It was as if Dong Chengfeng, who had charmed millions of women on the Qinhuai River, was back again.

"My grandfather Yan Xing named it for me."

"Where is your grandfather?"

"Died a year ago."

"Where is it buried?"

"Yunnan Prefecture, Fugong County."

"Is he born and raised in Yunnan Prefecture?"

"No, he was from Taohuatan, Anhui Prefecture."

"Who are your parents?"

"Without father or mother, I have been dependent on my grandfather since I was a child."

Dong Chengfeng's dark eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice became tight, "When did you come to the capital?"

"This time last year."

"What are you doing in Beijing?"

Yan Sanhe glanced at Dong Chengfeng indifferently, "To answer this question, you must listen to my story."

Dong Chengfeng felt that his life suddenly became interesting.

It was like a piece of music was coming to an end. The last two notes should have been received, but the song ended in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, a rising piano sound came from a distance, echoing his piano sound.

Between the closing and the rising, his heart suddenly moved. He wanted to change the tune and play it again to see if a different tune could come out.

Dong Chengfeng raised the corners of his lips, "Come on, let me hear your story."

"The story is very simple. Zhu Yuanmo, the supervisor of the Qintian Prison, is the person you sent the secret guards to keep an eye on. Six months ago, his father Zhu Xuanjiu passed away. When he was placed in the coffin, the coffin cracked three times."

Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Xuanjiu's body is still in the ice cellar of Zhu Mansion. The coffin that was taken out was actually empty."

Dong Chengfeng sighed softly, "If I had known this, I should have encouraged the prince to visit the temple at night and make a fuss about the empty coffin."

Yan Sanhe ignored the self-deprecation in his tone and continued:

"The dead man's coffin cannot be closed because he had thoughts before he was alive. Over time, the thoughts become demons. If they are not resolved, the children and grandchildren will be in bad luck.

Zhu Xuanjiu exploded the coffin, and his inner demons were very dangerous, so on the day of his death, the second mistress of the Zhu family was killed. "

"Yan Sanhe."

Dong Chengfeng's voice seemed to be filled with surprise, "Why did you..."

"I!"

Yan Sanhe's face was as dark as water: "He is the one who can solve the inner demons."

damn it!

damn it!

damn it!

Dong Chengfeng felt that his spiritual cap was lifted by these few words.

How could she be the one to solve the inner demons?
How could she, her, she? ? ? ! ! !
Dong Chengfeng's face showed a look of fear he had never seen before. Not only were his hands shaking, but his eyelids were also trembling.

"Where's my piano?" he asked in a panic.

Although Yan Sanhe didn't understand why he suddenly asked about Qin even though he was listening well, he still pointed with his finger.

"Where."

(End of this chapter)