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

Chapter 268
"Jingchen's name in Jiaofangsi is Shi Shui. She was the oiran of Jiaofangsi 25 years ago. This is the poem she wrote when she won the oiran title."

Yan Sanhe was secretly surprised.

Oiran, passing water;

Nunnery, quiet dust.

These two identities are really polar opposites!
Yan Sanhe raised his head: "What else did you find out?"

Xie Zhifei lazily propped up his chin, "That's all for now."

These are already good.

As long as the identity is confirmed, the rest of the matter will be easier to handle, even if it means spending some money.

The corner of Yan Sanhe's mouth raised a slight arc.

"Once the identity is confirmed, the rest will be easier to handle." Xie Zhifei's eyes were dark.

Even if the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division couldn't find out, Jin Yiwei still had something to do. In three days at most, he would ensure that he could find out everything about this passing person's past and present life.

but……

Third Master feels uncomfortable.

Not only was it uncomfortable, it was also very itchy, and no one came to scratch the itch, so it couldn't go away at all.

Thinking of this, Xie Sanye's faint peach blossom eyes glanced at Yan Sanhe lightly.

Yan Sanhe's hand on the table tightened slightly.

"There are too many good-looking people in this world; there are not many good-looking and smart people; there are even fewer good-looking, smart people with two dimples on their lips."

Hey!

I go!

Xie Zhifei smiled so hard that his eyebrows flew into his temples, "Yan Sanhe, what are you talking about?"

This is coaxing.

Yan Sanhe then asked: "How many days will it take?"

Xie Zhifei smiled and said nothing, stood up and walked out.

Just as Yan Sanhe was about to call him to stop, he saw his hand behind his back, waving towards Yan Sanhe proudly.

five days?

"Miss Yan, are you satisfied?"

The man's smiling voice dispersed with the night wind, and Miss Yan lowered her head silently.

inhale;

exhale.

Inhale again;
Exhale again.

Li Buyan laughed angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Shame."

Yan Sanhe's voice was buzzing, "I've never coaxed a man before."

Look at the slow response, haven't you seen that the person did it on purpose?

Li Buyan knocked on the table, "Look up and listen to me tell the story of Jiaofangsi."

The story is not long, but quite exciting.

After Yan Sanhe listened, he still didn't remember the embarrassing incident, "You didn't tell them that your mother wrote the poem?"

"It wasn't written by my mother. It was written by a great man from my mother's world."

Li Buyan looked unconcerned, "I think that little lady is quite pitiful, so I just thought to myself, I'll give that poem to her."

"What a great hero Li who hides his merit and fame deeply."

Yan Sanhe hesitated a little, "Why does the grandson hold the bamboo incense?"

"Third Master and the others didn't say anything, and I didn't bother to ask. I guess they just want to have a fight with the King of Han!"

"That person is definitely not someone who just wants to fight without starting or ending."

Yan Sanhe shook his head and didn't think about it: "No words, please bring me that long scroll."

"Let's see!"

"I just took a quick look and didn't take a closer look. I have to take a look again."

Li Buyan brought the long scroll, and when Yan Sanhe reached out to pick it up, she suddenly took it away and said, "By the way, Sanhe, Mr. Pei is in the house."

Yan Sanhe was stunned. She had not seen him since that day when he came to Xie Mansion to propose marriage.

He and Xie Laosan have always been inseparable from each other, and they are inseparable from each other. Now they are in Xie's Mansion, but they don't come to Jingsi Residence. They would rather wait outside. Is it because of guilt?
"That person's look made me sure."

Li Buyan knelt down in front of Yan Sanhe.

"He looks mean-mouthed and has a bad temper, but his roots are very upright and he has a warm heart. No one is as worried about Jingchen's affairs or his great-grandson's affairs as he is."

"I know."

Yan Sanhe's expression suddenly became the same as that of the late night, "So I took the initiative to call him Pei Mingting."

Be his friend!
...Xie Zhifei walked out of Jingsi Residence and saw Pei Ancestor waiting for him on the roadside from a distance.

My temples felt swollen and painful for a moment, so painful that I wanted to pinch myself.

He walked over and softened his voice, "Everything has been explained clearly. Let's help her check out the missing person later. I promised her five days."

"You have the nerve to say five days."

When Mr. Pei thought about Yan Sanhe waiting helplessly for five days, he wanted to curse: "With your ability to thank fifty, two days is enough."

"Ancestor, if she, Jingchen, were an ordinary nun, I would find out all the people lying in her ancestral graves tomorrow."

Xie Zhifei: "This person is an official prostitute. Something must have happened in his family, and it couldn't be a trivial matter. He shouldn't be able to poke holes in it?"

"Go, go, go."

Little Mr. Pei stretched out his hand and nodded at him: "In short, give me some snacks."

Xie Zhifei pushed his hand away: "Go back, or sleep with me?"

"go back!"

"so late?"

"Today is different from the past. Parents are watching closely."

"Then I'll take it to you."

The two of them walked out as they talked. When they reached the second door, they suddenly bumped into someone.

When Xie Buhuo saw the two of them, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "No wonder Wen Yu and I missed it. It turns out that the third brother has been back a long time ago."

Xie Zhifei said "hmm".

"Little Master Pei, are you going back?"

"none of your business!"

"Without outsiders around, little Mr. Pei is too lazy to even act?"

"you are right."

Pei Xiao was too lazy to talk nonsense to this person, "Fifty, don't give it away, come back!"

"Little Master Pei, stay."

Little Master Pei was so angry that he screamed, "Who are you? You want me to stay."

The second master was not angry at all, still smiling, "I just want to ask Mr. Pei, what do you think of Miss Zhuxiang's poem?"

"I don't know whether her poems are good or not. I only know that you don't have any good intentions."

After saying that, Mr. Pei stormed away angrily.

Xie Buhuo looked at his back with a lonely look in his eyes, and suddenly brought up the past, "Third brother, I let you get wet in the rain once back then, and he has hated me for so many years. He is very vindictive!"

"That's just the kind of person he is."

Xie Zhifei smiled lowly, his eyebrows widening as he smiled.

"Second brother, don't be as familiar with him. In the future, you should avoid him a little bit. Don't get close to him. It will be boring."

Xie Buhuo narrowed his eyes, "Is he boring, or is the third brother boring?"

"He is me, and I am him."

Xie Zhifei smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body and said lightly: "Second brother is drunk and talks too much. Let's take a rest early."

"Third brother, what do you think of the poem written by Hua Oiran?"

I don’t know if it’s because of drinking. Mr. Xie today not only talks too much, but also doesn’t know how to be interesting.

Xie Zhifei sneered and looked at him.

There are many types of men, but there is only one type of men in the Xie family -

The word duplicity is tailor-made for the men of the Xie family.

But the person in front of me has taken the inconsistency to the extreme.

Not only was it about being caught in the rain, the "bad kid" who was knocked down by Du Yiyun with a brick was none other than Mr. Xie's best childhood playmate.

Behind many of Xie Sanye's dangers, there is the shadow of this person.

He is like a mouse hiding in a dark and damp hole. He dares not come out openly during the day and likes to sneak out of the hole at night.

And what he, Mr. Xie, hates the most is this kind of villain.

"I'm a rough guy and can't understand."

After Xie Zhifei finished speaking, he calmly withdrew his gaze, turned around and left calmly, leaving Mr. Xie standing there alone.

Wu Xing walked out of the darkness.

"Second Master, go back and rest."

Mr. Xie didn't even move a step, but instead hooked Wu Xing's shoulder, "Are you sure that Li Buyan taught Zhu Xiang that poem?"

Wu Xing nodded.

"Master, I can see clearly that Li Buyan taught that girl Zhuxiang word by word."

(End of this chapter)