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

Chapter 172
Only then did Pei Xiao suddenly realize.

"No wonder the old lady often went to Xinhu Lake after she moved to Zhuyuan. She would sit there for most of the day without even joking with the juniors."

Who would have thought that this would be the reason.

Yan Sanhe glanced at Pei Xiao and his voice sounded again.

"She was looking at the lake in her heart, and thinking about Beicanghe, and the young man with a straight spine.

How much she used to admire and look up to that boy, now she hates and loathes her own cowardice.

But she had no choice but to be cowardly. The lives of more than 200 people in the Ji family were weighing on her. She was afraid!

So she could only use this method to make her conscience less uncomfortable, so that she could sleep a little more peacefully at night. "

In Yan Sanhe's mind, light and shadow fell gently.

The old lady sat by the lake, like a stone. No one knew what kind of landslide and tsunami she was experiencing in her heart.

Even Chen's mother thought that the old lady was leisurely basking in the sun, sipping fragrant tea, and enjoying her old age.

Yan Sanhe suddenly felt emotional.

"How ridiculous. In a shocking case that shocked both the government and the public, the first person to uncover the truth was an old lady who was illiterate and could not leave the house."

When Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Not only is it ridiculous, it’s really fucking fucking!

After a brief silence, Yan Sanhe spoke again.

"When the old lady was young, she talked less and thought more. She was almost sixty when the Zheng family case happened. In her lifetime, she would think more than others."

"What did mother think of?"

Ji Lingchuan looked like a half-dead person at this moment, and he was barely able to speak.

Yan Sanhe: "She was thinking about one thing: Why did the four departments jointly investigate the case, but the case was wrong in the end? And what was the reason for the mistake?"

Xie Zhifei suddenly sneered, "What she can't understand, no one can."

"Yes, she can't understand it at all."

Yan Sanhe tilted his head, Xie Zhifei was staring at her, "But she can understand another thing."

Xie Zhifei: "What is it?"

Yan Sanhe moved his eyes away, looked at Ji Lingchuan on the ground, squatted down again, and spoke word by word.

"She figured out that the water in this case was very deep, and she figured out that being an official was in deep water; she also figured out that being an official was very dangerous."

Ji Lingchuan's face was visibly pale to the naked eye.

He looked at Yan Sanhe with astonishment on his face.

"Yan, Miss Yan, what are you talking about? Can you...can you speak slowly?"

"You said that she asked you two brothers to stay away from the Zhang family. Why is that?"

"..."

Ji Lingchuan opened his mouth and forgot to breathe.

"The Zhang family is the natal family of the ex-wife Zhang, and even more so the natal family of the Crown Princess. She never dared to interfere with anything between you and the Zhang family.

Why do you want to stay farther away from the Zhang family when you get older? "

Yan Sanhe took a deep breath.

"She strongly opposes Ning's daughter becoming a concubine for the prince, and even threatens to go on a hunger strike? Ji Lingchuan, she didn't even interfere with your marriage, why would she interfere with her granddaughter?"

Ji Lingchuan suddenly got up from the ground on his hands and knees, glared at Yan Sanhe viciously, and roared heartbreakingly:
"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Don't you understand what I want to say? Or don't you want to admit it?"

Ji Lingchuan couldn't help but shudder.

"Why does she keep saying that the Ji family's wealth is astronomical? Why does she say that tall trees are dangerous to the wind? Why does she say that people have a certain destiny in their lives? "

"what do you mean……"

Pei Xiao suddenly rushed over, squatted down, and grabbed Yan Sanhe's arm.

"My grandmother was wrongly accused because of Wu Guanyue. Are you afraid that one day the Ji family will end up like this?"

Yan Sanhe looked at Pei Xiao, almost uttering one word after another.

"Your grandmother thought of Wu Guanyue because of the Zheng family's case; because of Wu Guanyue's injustice, she thought of the officialdom in the capital; because of the terrible officialdom, she was worried about her son who was in the officialdom." "This is impossible... this is absolutely impossible... Ahh..."

Ji Lingchuan suddenly burst into tears. While crying, he screamed in fragments: "She...she...can't even read, she, she..."

"She has a brain and eyes."

Yan Sanhe's eyes were extremely cold.

“She has been a housekeeper and knows how much a pound of rice costs;
How much is Ji’s family’s monthly income and expenses;
I know how much property the Ji family has outside, and how much money you brothers can earn every year;

She sits by the Heart Lake every day, and she can calculate in her mind how much silver it costs to dig a Heart Lake;
She knew what to eat at home, what to wear, how many servants were added, and how grand the reception was.

When she discovered that the Ji family's food, drink, and expenses were becoming more and more luxurious; when she discovered that you, Ji Lingchuan, was secretly embezzling and making money for the Zhang family, what else could she have thought of? "

Yan Sanhe sneered.

“Perhaps she was thinking more, she was thinking about the dispute between the crown prince and the king of Han;
She thought of the man whose son was a prince;
She thought that one day, her son would become the next Wu Guanyue who was wrongly accused for some reason? "

"impossible……"

Ji Lingchuan's face was completely twisted, his hands clenched into fists, and he beat the ground hard, still shouting crazily:

"It's absolutely impossible..."

"Ji Lingchuan, you have really underestimated your mother."

Yan Sanhe's tone contained some excitement that even she could not suppress.

"Wu Guanyue has the blood of the Chen family and the Wu family from two generations of the dynasty. Can a fisherman's daughter make people like Wu Guanyue fall in love with her? Can she only rely on a little beauty?"

This gentle question made Ji Lingchuan's heart tremble.

"Wu Shunian, Wu Guanyue's son, told us personally that after his father sat on the throne, he returned to the Beicang River and talked to him about Hu Sanmei.

Wu Guanyue was about fifty years old at that time, and a woman who could make a generation of heroes never forget her must have something special about her.

She came to Beijing when she was 16 years old, and when she was not yet 40, she discovered that Wu Guanyue had been wronged. She had lived under the emperor's feet for 40 years, and had been in the eyes and ears of your Ji family, a family of officials, for [-] years.

Is she really the old lady you talk about who doesn't know how to read and can't leave the house?

In the past 40 years, she has watched the ups and downs of aristocratic families in the capital, and watched officials confiscating their homes, exiled, beheaded, and exterminated their clans..."

Yan Sanhe's eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp light: "Ji Lingchuan, do you dare to say it's impossible again?"

Pei Xiao was frightened by the sharp light in her eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He loosened his grip and fell to the ground, completely stunned.

Let’s go see Ji Lingchuan again.

He stared at his two cloudy eyes, which were fixed, and his breath was weak, as if hanging by only a thin thread.

In the next moment, he will die.

The impenetrable wall in his heart completely collapsed,
"Jilingchuan!"

Yan Sanhe closed his eyes tiredly and spoke very slowly.

"When you are in prison, what you miss most is not your wife or your brothers, but your youngest son Ji Twelve. You wish you could bear all his injuries and pain with your own life."

When Ji Lingchuan heard about his youngest son, his eyes finally got a little brighter.

"How you feel towards Ji Twelve is how the old lady feels towards you. The difference is..."

The sharp light in Yan Sanhe's eyes dissipated, leaving only a sad look.

"You can tell and shout out your worries, concerns, and pain about Ji Twelve, but she can't.

Although you are mother and son, she has never had the majesty of a mother in front of you.When you frown, she is afraid; when you sound impatient, she can only stay away.

All her worries, concerns, and pain for you can only be repeated dozens, hundreds, or thousands of times in her mind alone in the deserted, lonely night.

Son, don’t be too greedy!
Son, let’s go as far away from the Zhang family as possible!

Son, can we stop being an official...

Ji Lingchuan, the pain that can be expressed is not pain; the pain that cannot be expressed is the real pain. "

Tears finally fell from Yan Sanhe's eyes.

Mountains, rivers and land, seas and rivers are clear, and all people are happy...

This is what many people long for.

For Hu Sanmei, who came from a poor and humble background, Wu Guanyue not only worshiped, admired and admired her, but also had a spiritual belief.

How much does a person have to love another person before he dares to betray his own beliefs?
(End of this chapter)