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

Chapter 131 Doubt

Xie Zhifei was startled by her, "What's wrong?"

Yan Sanhe seemed unaware and walked straight to the old man, "Old man, how often does Mr. Zhou go fishing in your village?"

Xie Zhifei and the old man were surprised at the same time: What is she asking for?
Seeing that the old man was silent, Yan Sanhe said deliberately: "Master Zhou is so busy, I'm afraid he only comes once every two or three months."

"Guess what?"

The old man snorted and said, "Mr. Zhou will come here every half a month, so you must be diligent!"

Yan Sanhe: "Then...how many months have you been away this time?"

The old man snorted.

Why should I tell you?

Yan Sanhe's voice was light, "I can remind you later that you can forget everything, but you can't forget fishing. Someone is waiting for you!"

The old man immediately said excitedly: "That's right, the master hasn't been here for two or three months, and everyone is thinking about it."

At this point, he was annoyed with himself again.

"Oh, how could I collect his money last time... I finally saw the Lord... No, definitely not... I must return the money to him when I see the Lord.

What if he refuses to accept it... Then I won't be able to kneel down... Old lady Jin often uses this method, and it is very clever..."

What nonsense?

Xie Zhifei couldn't listen anymore. He turned around and saw Yan Sanhe thoughtfully asking, "What, is there a problem?"

Yan Sanhe ignored him and walked away with his head hanging down.

Xie Zhifei chased after him despite being confused.

At this moment, Yan Sanhe suddenly turned around.

"Boom" sound.

Yan Sanhe closed his head heavily on Xie Zhifei's chest, and with the stars gathering on his head, he said angrily: "Can't you just keep an eye on the road?"

Xie Zhifei was amused by her slap, so he simply said nothing and looked at her meaningfully, holding his chest.

Who of us will hit whom?
Say it yourself!
"that……"

Yan Sanhe also knew that he was being a little unreasonable, and he looked sternly, "Use your money to push the devil, and ask where the prefect has been in the past few months?"

Xie Zhifei wondered, "Why are you asking about this?"

Yan Sanhe: "It's 800 taels!"

Xie Zhifei was furious, "Why are you still doubting Zhou..."

"Xie Zhifei!"

Yan Sanhe suddenly called out by name and surname, "Don't ask yet, ask around first and then come back!"

Xie Zhifei was startled, as there seemed to be some other meaning behind his words.

"You go back to the fasting room and wait, I'll be right away."

……

Mr. Xie's horse is a real horse.

Yan Sanhe returned to the room and just poured himself a cup of tea when he opened the door and entered.

The weather was hot, he was running so fast, and his throat felt like it was on fire. Xie Sanye walked up to Yan Sanhe, grabbed the tea cup from her hand, and drank it down in one breath.

Yan Sanhe: "..."

Pei Mingting, lying dead in the Grand Master's chair: "..."

"Ask clearly."

Xie Zhifei gasped and said, "Zhou Ye hasn't been to the Yamen for two months. He just sold the fake ones ten days ago."

Pei Xiao sat up straight, holding on to the handle of the chair, and asked with a confused look, "Why are you asking Zhou Ye..."

Yan Sanhe: "Can I find out where he went?"

Xie Zhifei: "No one knows."

Yan Sanhe frowned: "Then have you ever asked, does Mr. Zhou often disappear for several months?"

Xie Zhifei wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's the first time. It's never happened before."

Pei Xiao: "Hey, you guys are asking..."

Yan Sanhe: "Can you remember whether Mr. Zhou was wearing official uniform at the herbal tea shop that day?"

"No."

Xie Zhifei was very sure: "If he wears it, I will definitely look at it more."

Yan Sanhe got himself another tea cup. "He goes fishing in the old man's village every half month. Logically speaking, he should be very familiar with the old man. Why did he leave in such a hurry that day?"

Xie Zhifei picked up the teapot on the table and poured half a cup for her, "Maybe there's something urgent?"

Yan Sanhe held the teacup, looked up at Xie Zhifei and said, "You don't even have time to say a word?"

Xie Zhifei was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"that……"

Pei Xiao took advantage of the opportunity and asked, "Can I say something?"

"To shut up!"

Two voices shouted at the same time.

Pei smiled: "..."

Xie Zhifei looked at Yan Sanhe: "What are you suspecting?"

Yan Sanhe: "Do you still remember what the manager of Guanyi said?"

Xie Zhifei: "Remember, he said that man was also an official."

Yan Sanhe: "Zhou is also an official, which is a coincidence; the fact that he and the baggage with silver appeared in the herbal tea shop at the same time is a second coincidence."

"The third coincidence."

Xie Zhifei: "He dropped the money and left in a hurry without saying hello to the old man, but he was obviously a very familiar person."

Yan Sanhe nodded.

"My Bodhisattva!"

Pei Xiao finally understood.

"At this juncture, why are you still so worried about the 800 taels of silver? Think of something serious, you two!"

Yan Sanhe took a step forward and stared into Pei Xiao's eyes with his dark gaze.

"Have you ever thought about it, if that thief is really him, can Mr. Xie still be able to hide his identity?"

Pei Xiao froze, and all the blood in his body surged to the top of his head.

"Since he can't hide it, doesn't he have any doubts about the third master?"

Yan Sanhe: "Are you not doubtful about the purpose of our trip? Why are you so happy to let us go to Da Qi?"

The air froze into ice.

After a while, Pei Xiao broke free from his stiffness, took a breath of cold air and asked: "Yan Sanhe, do you suspect him and Wu..."

"No."

Yan Sanhe shook his head very frankly, "I just think things are a bit weird and want to check..."

"That's good!"

Pei Xiao let out a long sigh of relief and said with a lingering fear on his face: "I was almost scared to death by you. After all, they have helped us, and we can't be merciful..."

"after all!"

Yan Sanhe interrupted coldly: "He is the only other group of people who knows that we are going to Da Qi!"

"..."

Pei Xiao fell back into the master's chair and continued to make a wilted cucumber.

Can't you finish the sentence at once?
This is how the sentence ends...

It can really kill people!
"Xie Zhifei."

Yan Sanhe made a prompt decision, "Let's split up!"

Xie Zhifei said solemnly: "You make arrangements."

Yan Sanhe took a deep breath, "'My brother' and I will take three guards to Guanyin Temple; Prefect Zhou will leave it to you."

Xie Zhifei understood the intention of her arrangement almost as soon as she finished speaking: it was light and dark again.

Guanyin Temple is still a key target of suspicion;
Zhou is also the parent officer of Nanning Mansion. When investigating him, he cannot come out in the open and has to make insinuations. This kind of insinuation is his specialty, Mr. Xie.

Just click the bar and listen to the music!

Pei Xiao struggled to stand up again, "Go to Guanyin Temple, what else can we do?"

“There’s a lot that can be done.”

Yan Sanhe did not answer in a hurry, but slowly drank the cup of tea in his hand before speaking:

"Do you dare, Mr. Pei, to show off your official authority a little more?"

(End of this chapter)