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

Chapter 315
The atmosphere in the room suddenly darkened, making people breathless.

Yan Sanhe simply turned his face away.

Before Xie Zhifei entered the house, he was still a little stumbling in his heart. After entering, his heart suddenly calmed down, but he didn't want to speak so quickly.

Like when a brother and sister had a fight when they were little, he used to give her the cold shoulder.

Sure enough, Yan Sanhe cursed in his heart: Xie, you are talking!
Feeling impatient, he frowned slightly.

Xie Zhifei knew the time had come.

"I know how far Jingchen, the inner demon, can help. You don't have to think too much for me. Mingting and I have official positions, so we can help to some extent when we are away from home. I'm not looking down on you and Hero Li, but it can save some time. , wouldn’t it be better to save some energy?”

Yan Sanhe listened to this without saying a word.

"As a human being, don't be too strong. Be gentle when you need to be soft, and use strength when you need to use strength. Don't you understand from Yan Xing that strength is easy to break?"

Xie Zhifei raised his eyebrows, and the sun shone in through the window, falling behind him with a soft layer of light.

The words are gentle, and so are the people, but Yan Sanhe's heart has not softened.

"I know you have good intentions, but after traveling thousands of miles, the mat will eventually come to an end. I'm used to borrowing my strength now. When the day comes, whose strength should I borrow?"

Xie Zhifei frowned, these words made him so sad.

"Yan Xing is not just a tough man, but he is arrogant. He only bowed his head once in his life for his grandson. He cannot owe others what others can owe him."

She suddenly smiled softly: "I was raised by him alone. I am also like this. I cannot owe anyone else."

You were not raised by him.

You were raised by the Zheng family.

He is the one who will cry for a long time if the skin on his hands is broken!
and also.

What you owe is no one else, I am your brother!

Xie Zhifei secretly gritted his teeth and swallowed all the words he could not say.

"Yan Sanhe, I am from the Xie family, trained by my father. You should know that my father is the best at judging the situation. When the situation is not good, I can run faster than anyone else.

Besides, if you don’t like to owe others, do others like to owe you?Let me pay back a little, so what? "

At this point, what else can Yan Sanhe say?
Yan Sanhe was not someone who would never stop working on one thing. Xie Zhifei's words were very clear for that reason.

"Xie Zhifei, when the time comes, run early, run quickly, don't wait any longer."

"rest assured!"

After Xie Zhifei finished comforting the person, the rascal energy in him came back, "Third Master, this guy can't do anything, he's the No. 1 escaper."

"Is there anything else to say?"

"Gone!"

Xie Zhifei stood up holding on to the edge of the table. After thinking about it, he said again: "My son and I had a very energetic fight last night."

That is!

Yan Sanhe also stood up, raised his head and looked at him levelly: "I become stronger when I encounter someone strong."

Xie Zhifei looked approvingly, "Keep it up."

"how?"

Yan Sanhe raised his eyebrows, "Third Master, are you still addicted to arguing with me?"

"Not really, it's just..."

Xie Zhifei lazily raised his feet and when he reached the door, he said three more words: "It's great!"

Yan Sanhe looked at his hands, looking for something to throw at it, but he only saw a teapot.

Forget it, if it’s broken, I’ll have to pay a tael of silver!

Not worth it!

……

After leaving the room and going to the lobby, the food had been prepared, but Mr. Pei and Huang Qi were nowhere to be seen.

Just when Yan Sanhe's patience was running out, the two of them arrived late.

Little Mr. Pei looked coquettishly wearing a water-colored gown, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a fan in his hand. He didn't look like he was on the road, but like a handsome young man going for an outing to enjoy the flowers.Yan Sanhe glanced at Li Buyan: What's wrong with this man?
Li Buyan hummed: I'm sick.

Yan Sanhe frowned: It wasn't like this before.

Li Buyan said coldly: I just committed the crime.

Yan Sanhe looked away, picked up the chopsticks, "Eat."

Why did you just eat?

Young Master Pei kicked Xie Zhifei's foot: "Master, doesn't he look good in this outfit?"
Xie Zhifei: It looks good.

Little Master Pei: Didn’t you see her look at me more?

Xie Zhifei: Maybe...she is looking at the inside!

Little Mr. Pei:......

After the meal is finished, pay and leave.

The person leading the way was a little beggar. He was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was dirty and had only one pair of eyes that were very bright.

Zhu Qing hugged the person in front of him, and the little beggar pointed with his black hand, "Go south."

This walk took two full hours. At three quarters of noon, a river appeared in front of us.

"Across the river is Muli Mountain."

The little beggar pointed to the ferry boat by the river, "Just take the boat there. I'll look after the horses for you. You'll get one or two silver a day."

Xie Zhifei felt that this little beggar was a little too shrewd and said deliberately: "What if we come back and you run away?"

"Master, Hejian Mansion is so big, I can go anywhere. Besides, I won't just bring you a few guests."

The little beggar smiled with yellow teeth, "There are always a few people who want to see Mr. Tang every month, and I hope to continue this business for a long time!"

Yan Sanhe asked: "So, there are many people who want to see Mr. Tang?"

"That is."

The little beggar looked proud, "Our Hejian Prefecture has only produced such a Jinshi in the past 100 years."

Yan San pointed with his fingers to the other side: "Why does he live on the mountain?"

"That part of the mountain belongs to his family. His ancestors have lived there for generations."

The little beggar smiled a bit slyly, "The tea gardens, orchards and tracts of paddy fields at the foot of the mountain all belong to their family. They are very rich."

No wonder being a hermit means you don't have to worry about food or clothing.

Yan Sanhe looked towards Xie Zhifei and met their eyes. Xie Zhifei calculated the time and realized that if he stayed in the mountain for a day or two, he would not be delayed for too long.

"Just one tael of silver a day, it's up to you."

The little beggar was so happy that he couldn't help but say, "Master, just look at it. I'll keep an eye on this horse. It won't lose even half a pound of weight, it will only gain weight."

Xie Zhifei stopped talking to him and said, "Zhu Qing, ask the ferry how much money it costs and if we can leave immediately."

"A man is given one tael of silver. When he gets the money, he will leave."

The little beggar shouted to the old man on the boat: "Old man Qiao, the business of six taels of silver is here, don't sleep, get up and work quickly."

When he shouted like this, Xie Zhifei felt a lot more at ease. It seemed that this little beggar did bring people here often.

The boatman named Old Man Qiao was wearing a straw hat and sleeping on the boat. When he heard the shouting, he opened his mouth and cursed: "Grandma, can't you say that you only have two taels of silver per person!"

"Two taels of silver, your little broken boat is too shabby, I can't say it."

"You're a shameful mother, get out of here!"

Old man Qiao cursed a few times and asked Xie Zhifei and the others to board the boat.

Zhu Qing was the first to get on, and Huang Qi was the last. They stood at the bow and the stern of the boat, secretly paying attention.

Even though the big-hearted Hero Li had a piece of dogtail in his mouth, he looked indifferent and his eyes never left Old Man Qiao for a moment.

The situation on the boat is not as good as on the shore. Once the boatman has evil intentions, it will be fatal.

(End of this chapter)