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

Chapter 245
"Yan Sanhe."

Xie Zhifei's voice was very low.

"I'm going to apologize for my wife for what happened in the afternoon. For my sake, don't argue with her."

Yan Sanhe: "..." How did he know?

Xie Zhifei's chest rose and fell slowly, "From now on, Third Master will also stand in front of you, how about that?"

There was an indescribable emotion, like a tide, violently crashing into Yan Sanhe.

"Don't say anything, don't say anything, just take me back."

There was an urgency in her voice that she didn't even notice, as if she was a defeated soldier with only one way left -

Run away!
Li Buyan tied the baggage to his body, put his hands under Yan Sanhe's body and picked her up. He glanced at the man on the Luohan bed from the corner of his eye.

The man's face looked swollen, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

You old fox in love!
Li Buyan cursed in his heart for Yan Sanhe.

……

"Why did my Sanhe leave so quickly?"

The master and servant disappeared without a trace. Pei Xiao still looked up with his head raised, "I haven't said a few words to her yet!"

Xie Zhifei said nothing and glanced at Zhu Qing.

Zhu Qing understood and walked to the lighted room.

"Xiaohong, you go to the small kitchen, I want to have a late night snack; Luqi, you go to the old lady's place, and I will pay my respects to the old lady."

"Yes!"

The two maids left Shi'anyuan one after another.

Zhu Qing closed the door of the study room and guarded the door personally.

In the study, Mei Niang sat neatly on a round stool, suppressing her voice and reporting to Third Master one by one some of the important news she had learned in the past ten days.

In addition to making money for the third master, the shop also has another function: to gather information.

There are two businesses in the world that can best reveal the prosperity of a family: one is an antique dealer, and the other is a gambling house.

The decline of the aristocratic family will never be shown to the public. The treasures left by the ancestors will be sold off, the east wall will be demolished, and the west wall will be repaired;
And prosperous people buy treasures secretly.

The antique dealer knew exactly who was entering and who was leaving.

And what about gambling houses?

Leaving aside those gamblers who sell their sons and daughters, Mr. Liu from the east of the city, for example, came eight times last month and only five times this month.

These three missing trips mean that the money in Mr. Liu's hands is not good enough, and it also means that the Liu family is in decline.

If Mr. Liu has come ten times this month, the two extra visits mean that he has made a fortune recently.

Xie Zhifei used the gambling house and the Beicheng Military and Horse Department to monitor the movements of the powerful people in Sijiu City bit by bit on behalf of his grandson.

After Mei Niang finished speaking, Xie Zhifei asked her to leave.

As soon as they left, he said to Pei Xiao, "Ming Ting, I can't hold it anymore" and asked Zhu Qing to carry him back to the room.

He had been training this body for many years, but it was just because he was too weak. He had scared Yan Sanhe away with his arrogant words just now, because he didn't want her to see that he was too tired to speak.

Zhu Qing put him on the bed and wiped the cold sweat on his face bit by bit with a wet handkerchief.

"I must have deliberately told my wife about Mei Niang's arrival."

"You understand me after all."

"Is it for Miss Yan?"

"Ok!"

The third master opened his eyelids a slit and looked at the person beside the bed, "I just want her to see that this girl is a serious girl, and her son is not a serious and good person."

……

Jingsi Curie.

Yan Sanhe lay flat on the bed, still thinking about Jingchen.

The top priority is to find out Jingchen's identity in the world, but it may be difficult to find out just the few things in the bag.

"No words, you go to Shuiyue Temple tomorrow and do it for me..."

"My good lady, you can let me fight, but let me ask questions..."

Li Buyan was afraid of touching Yan Sanhe's injured foot, so he slept on the bamboo couch under the window. "When did I have this brain? I'll ask Mr. San." Yan Sanhe couldn't hear this person's name now.

There are many people in this world who are born with a good skin, but they are empty shells inside.

Third Master is not.

The Third Master was born with a good skin, and one layer was peeled off to reveal an unknown layer of skin; peel it off again, and another layer was revealed...

No one knows how many layers there are except himself.

What's even worse is that this man would wave to her gently from time to time, tempting her to explore whether there was treasure or danger inside.

"What are you doing with him?" She said in an angry voice.

"He is used to interrogating prisoners, so he must be smarter than me."

"Where is the aura, I didn't see it, I am still myself..."

"Yan Sanhe, you'd better listen to what Imperial Physician Pei says. A broken muscle or bone is no more important than anything else. It needs to be recuperated and rested."

Li Buyan knew what she was thinking, "Don't be embarrassed, didn't he say he wanted to stand in front of you?"

"Who wants him to block it?"

Yan Sanhe was annoyed when he heard this, "He thinks he is an umbrella!"

It was rare for Li Buyan to see Yan Sanhe being petty, so he burst into laughter and said, "What's wrong with an umbrella? It can block the wind, it can block the rain, and it can also block the sun when it comes out."

Yan Sanhe stood up a little and looked at Li Buyan with his head raised.

"That's not what you told me before. You said that women can't rely on anything, they have to rely on themselves."

"That's right. Isn't your leg injured now?"

Li Buyan got up from the bed, put a handkerchief under the pillow into Yan Sanhe's hand, and pressed him down gently.

"Almost as soon as Jingchen's inner demon was buried, the nunnery realized something was wrong. I'll wait for the third master's injury to be healed in six or seven days. Things are not urgent at this time. You can take care of your feet in a down-to-earth manner."

Li Buyan looked at her tenderly.

"If he means what he says, we will ask him for help and thank him as much as we want; if he just says it casually, we don't have to believe him in the future."

Yan Sanhe: "..." It seems to make sense.

"Okay, stop thinking about it and go to sleep. Your injury is the worst thing to worry about."

"I hurt my feet, not my brain."

"It's all the same, sleep!"

Yan Sanhe tightened the veil and closed his eyes.

Whether it was because he was really tired or because Li Buyan was around, his breathing gradually slowed down.

"You have to hold a handkerchief to fall asleep. I don't know who got used to this problem in the past."

Li Buyan returned to the bamboo couch and rested her head on her arms. She was no longer sleepy at all.

The real reason why she refuses to go to Shuiyue Nunnery is that she doesn't dare to leave Yan Sanhe even half a step away.

Mr. Wu is going to stick a few words on his lips today, but what if he wants to take action tomorrow?This girl has an injured leg and can only be beaten and scolded.

Shuiyue An, Jingchen... none of them are as important as her.

……

All sounds are silent.

A black shadow fell on Shi'an Courtyard.

Zhu Qing opened his eyes suddenly and touched the sword on the pillow with one hand.

"Brother Zhu Qing, it's me!"

Zhu Qing put down his sword, jumped out of bed, and gently opened the window, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"Where's my grandfather?"

Huang Qi walked to the window and said, "Seng Lusi is in a hurry. We need to wake him up quickly."

Zhu Qing was a little strange.

As for the Qingshui Yamen of Seng Lu Si, what's the emergency?

(End of this chapter)