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

Chapter 71 Xiaohong
Seeing her confusion, Yan Sanhe added: "Perhaps the thing you will never forget about the old lady."

Xiaohong thought for a while.

"Last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the eggplants in the vegetable garden were growing well. The old lady was so happy that she asked Mother Chen to reward the slave with a crab."

"Old lady likes to eat eggplant?"

"The old lady is old and has bad teeth. The eggplant was steamed and rotten. She said it tasted delicious."

"and then?"

"My slave went to kowtow to the old lady to thank me. She suddenly asked me if I wanted to leave the house?"

"Oh?"

Yan Sanhe's calm face finally showed an expression.

Her expression is actually very light.

It's so faint that it's like the fleeting little surprise between the eyes of a hunter after he smells a hint of prey. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

Xie Zhifei saw it clearly.

Because of his errands, he often had to deal with people from the Third Division. Leaving aside the Criminal Department, the best interrogators in Dali Temple and the Metropolitan Procuratorate would not have such a keen sense of smell.

Before he had time to think about it, the hunter's voice sounded.

"Why would the old lady ask that?"

Xiaohong: "The slave was also surprised and wondered if there was something wrong with him that made the old lady dislike him. The slave was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot and begged for mercy."

Yan Sanhe: "What did the old lady say?"

Xiaohong: "The old lady looked at me, sighed, and said, 'That's all.' Then she was silent for a long time, and then said, 'You will be betrayed if you go out, so you might as well follow me, an old woman.'"

Yan Sanhe narrowed his eyes: "Why do you remember this so clearly?"

"Because the old lady's words touched the slave's heart. Even if the master is merciful and lets the slave go out, in the end it will just be sold to me again for something to eat."

Xiaohong thought about her sad things and cried: "It will be even more difficult if you are sold to a house where you will be beaten and scolded. In the old lady's courtyard, the slaves will at least have enough food and warm clothes."

Yan Sanhe picked up the pen and wrote another sentence: I feel sorry for the little maid who was sold by her parents.

The tip of the pen stopped, her brows furrowed, and at the end, she added three more words after this sentence: Why?
Putting away the pen, her eyes suddenly turned cold.

"I called you here today because the old lady's tomb was ripped open."

"Ah?" Xiao Hong screamed.

"This is the case investigated by the Military and Horse Division."

Yan Sanhe slapped the table and said sharply: "Tell me the truth, who is such a good old lady who wants her to live in peace after death?"

"The third wife, it must be the third wife."

Xiaohong almost blurted out and shouted: "The person the old lady hated the most during her lifetime was her. She, she was disrespectful to the old lady. It must be her and no one else."

"you sure?"

"If you tell lies, you will not have a good death. After your death, you will go to Avici Hell, and you will never be reincarnated."

Xiao Hong burst into tears, her tears falling down, and every drop made her feel sad for the old lady.

"Take people down!"

Yan Sanhe sighed and wrote three more words - third wife.

After finishing writing, seeing that Zhu Qing was motionless, he raised his head and asked, "Why, didn't you hear me clearly?"

Zhu Qing said in a low voice: "Young lady, are you going to let people leave again without asking the reason?"

Yan San was not surprised that he would ask this question, and asked back word for word.

"The Queen Mother had a conflict with the Emperor's concubine. The real reason could be seen by the maid in charge of the garden?"

Zhu Qing: "..."

"Do as Miss Yan said." Xie Zhifei said.

Zhu Qing turned pale, glanced at his master, and hurriedly pulled the maid named Xiaohong out.

Yan Sanhe looked at Mr. Xie who was lazily leaning against the door and said, "Commander has been watching for so long, it's time to get down to business!"

Commander Xie calmly touched his chin and said with a smile: "The girl is right!" It's your sister!
Yan Sanhe felt that he had spent too much time with this Xie Dandan, and there was always a faint tendency to get angry.

Little did she expect that Commander Xie would have a smile on his face, but he was also scolding her in his heart.

Look at how this case was tried, it was so organized and organized that even a steady and down-to-earth person like Zhu Qing couldn't even look at it in front of her.

If there is such a person in the Beicheng Military and Horse Division, why do I need to work so hard all day long?
……

The remaining ten people were divided into two groups. After one asked, the other went in.

The last woman walked out of the yard, dusk came quietly, and no one was seen all afternoon. Li Buyan, who didn't know where he died, walked in handsomely.

She spread her hands in front of Pei Xiao, "What did you write down, let me take a look?"

Are you fucking literate?
Pei Xiao glanced at his very proud handwriting, straightened his chest and handed the paper over.
Li Buyan caught it, put his hand behind his back, and Shi Shiran left.

"she……"

"Shh!"

Xie Zhifei stretched out his long arm and hooked the person out.

On the Eight Immortals table, two pieces of paper were already placed side by side, and Yan Sanhe was looking down at the piece of paper Pei Xiao had written on.

"What did you see?"

The man's strong breath fell from the top of his head, and Yan Sanhe stood aside calmly, "The answers are very similar."

"I'll take a look."

Pei Xiao squeezed his way between Yan Sanhe and Xie Zhifei.

Xie Zhifei frowned, what kind of virtue does this boy have?
Pei Xiao looked down and his eyes suddenly changed, "Is this what you wrote?"

Yan Sanhe frowned, thinking that this person was mentally ill or something and always liked to ask irrelevant questions.

"Well written."

Xie Shifu didn't ignore Yan Sanhe's impatient frown and naturally brought the topic back.

"Miss Yan, where do you see the sameness?"

"A good person, kind and kind, caring about the younger generation, and not too pretentious are all describing the good things about the old lady."

Yan Sanhe thought: "Although it is a bit exaggerated, it at least illustrates a problem."

Xie Zhifei muttered: "The old lady is not a bad person."

"Correct!"

Yan Sanhe reached out and tapped somewhere.

"Only this person's answer was interesting. She said that the old lady didn't talk much and was thoughtful. This shows that Mrs. Ji is hiding something in her heart."

Xie Zhifei remembered that he personally interrogated this person, "She said she had been serving the old lady for more than ten years."

"Long enough."

Xie Zhifei looked at her pale profile in surprise, always feeling that the phrase "long enough" had some other meaning.

"It's indeed too long."

Xie Zhifei agreed and asked again: "Second question, did you find anything?"

"This second question is actually a supplement to the first question."

Yan Sanhe lowered his eyes, "I took a look, and there wasn't much useful information. This shows that Mrs. Ji is no different from other ancestors in the Gaomen."

Xie Zhifei didn't understand, "What do you mean there is no difference?"

"There is no difference. It means that they have the same status, the same blessings and good luck, the same filial children and grandchildren, and the same people who look aloof and amiable in front of the servants."

Yan Sanhe raised his eyebrows: "In other words, people who live to their age have a layer of skin on their faces. On the outside, they look the way they should and must look at their age and status, but inside the skin, they look the way they should and must look. What, no one knows.”

Xie Zhifei listened with a smile at first, but slowly, his expression changed.

"Yan Sanhe."

He suddenly called him by his first name.

(End of this chapter)