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

Chapter 840 Embrace
Yan Xi didn't expect Yan Sanhe to ask this suddenly. After being stunned for a moment, he replied: "Yes!"

Yan Sanhe's hands on his knees were shaking slightly.

Yes.

The person he wants to kill is Zheng Yu.

How could Ye Dong take such a small clerk seriously?

"Miss Yan, do you have anything else to ask?"

"When did the old general's coffin arrive in Beijing?"

The person who asked the question was Xie Zhifei. For some reason, his voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Back to Third Master, I entered the capital five days before New Year's Eve. The prince greeted the coffin at the gate of the city. More than half of the Chinese, civil and military officials came, and the people of the forty-nine cities..."

The people of Sijiu City spontaneously marched fifteen miles away and rushed to escort the general's coffin home.

Among these people were him and Xie Xiaohua.

At that time, his soul had been with Mr. Xie for more than five months. His body had just recovered and he had mentally accepted that he had become a different person.

But the news that the old general's coffin had returned to Beijing suddenly drew him back to the Zheng family.

He begged Xiaohua and said he wanted to greet her. Xie Xiaohua didn't say anything and found an excuse to take him out of the house.

The carriage left the city and entered the official road. The official road was filled with ordinary people on foot.

Xie Xiaohua put down the cotton curtain and sighed heavily: "It's better to die in battle, otherwise the old general won't be able to survive for a few days when he sees the Zheng family when he comes back."

He lay in Xie Xiaohua's arms and whispered, "Tell me about the old general."

"That's really three days and three nights, my child."

That is it.

He had been in Haitang Court for eight years, but he hadn't heard enough about his grandfather.

He is wearing armor, his posture is as tall and straight as a pine tree, his momentum is as strong as the blazing sun, and his tiger eyes are piercing under his sword-shaped brows.

He single-handedly rushed into the enemy camp of Mongolian soldiers and killed 42 people with a big sword;

He used his troops like a god, forcing the monarchs of Da Qi to abandon the city and flee step by step;
he……

he……

he……

He finally died in battle at a gray-haired age.

"Third Master, it's cold outside. Let's just check it out in the car. Don't catch the wind and cold again and worry the old lady."

Xie Zhifei shook his head and insisted on getting out of the car.

At this time, the roadside was already crowded with people, all standing on tiptoes and with their heads raised, waiting for the coffin-carrying team.

After waiting for a long time, I saw an army approaching in the distance. The leader was holding a flag with the word "Zheng" floating on it.

"Here we go, the general is back."

In the crowd, no one knew who shouted this. People knelt down one after another, some began to wipe away tears, and some began to sob softly.

Xie Zhifei didn't kneel, he just stood there blankly, looking at the flag.

Dad said that the first flag of the Zheng family was embroidered by his mother, the general’s wife.

The lady was a timid woman who would get into a man's arms no matter how loud the thunder was, but before an army set off for an expedition, she came on horseback, stopped the man, and threw him a baggage.

Inside the baggage is a flag with the word "Zheng" embroidered on the front and the word "Peace" embroidered on the back.

Cijia soldiers have no heel, and generals who serve the country have beheaded heads.

Zheng Yu, you must come back safely.

The black coffin was getting closer and closer, and even Xie Xiaohua began to wipe her tears.

Xie Zhifei didn't shed a single tear.

He only exists in his father's story.

In the story, he is an indomitable hero. The hero is far away from him, but his grandfather is very close to him.

But my grandfather didn't like him or Huaiyou.

Grandfather detained them in Haitang Courtyard without even letting them in, fearing that the twins would overwhelm him and the Zheng family.

What kind of hero is this?
However, the blood was connected. When the coffin passed slowly in front of him, he suddenly felt a huge sorrow and shed tears.

He thought that every year on July [-]th, his and Huaiyou's birthday, his grandfather would send two small gold locks.

There are four words engraved on the golden lock: Long life.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhifei couldn't sit still anymore, got up, opened the door, and rushed out into the wind and rain. "Thank you fifty?"

"Third Master?"

Pei Xiao looked at Yan Sanhe with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong with him?"

"nothing."

Yan Sanhe breathed slowly, "Zhu Qing, send Yan Xi back to His Highness, just say it was the Third Master who said it, so Your Highness doesn't have to embarrass him."

After that, she walked straight into the wind and rain.

The people in the room looked at each other.

Ding Yi wanted to chase after him, but Zhu Qing stopped him with his eyes.

"Eunuch Yan, let's go."

Zhu Qing helped Yan Xi up, held an umbrella and left.

Li Buyan and others walked away, punched the small table with his fist, and said bitterly: "Do you know what is the most disgusting thing about me?"

Pei smiled: "What?"

"It's those people who are bitches and bitches, but also build archways."

Li Buyan was so angry that two veins popped out on both sides of his temples.

"The old general was wrong to hide Yan Sanhe, but Yan Sanhe is just a woman and can't be the emperor, so what kind of trouble can she cause?
He wanted to kill all the last bits of blood of the first prince, he, mother, was so cruel.

Even if he wiped out the entire Zheng family, he framed it on Wu Guanyue. He, mother, was so disgusting;

Even if he killed the old general, he still squeezed out the last bit of use from the old general. He, mother, was so dirty.

No wonder the war horses are all wilted. Let me tell you, why should I save them? It would be better if they are all wilted! "

If it were the past, Pei Xiao would have gritted his teeth and shouted: "Auntie, please stop saying a word."

But at this moment, Pei Xiao not only did not stop her, but also gently agreed with the two words.

"pass."

……

In the wind and rain, Xie Zhifei heard footsteps behind him, stamped his feet and turned his head.

A few feet away, Yan Sanhe looked at him with red eyes.

Only then did he realize that compared to the pain in his heart, this girl was suffering the most.

Because there was another life in her body.

Xie Zhifei turned back, stretched out his hand, took her into his arms, and gently rubbed her hair with his thin chin.

"I'm just feeling depressed, so I came out to take a breath."

"Me too."

"For Yan Ruxian to say such things, it shows that he told the old general everything about the Zheng family. I can't imagine how painful the old general would be after hearing this."

"Me too."

"I can't imagine how the old general felt in Black Mountain City, killing the enemy one by one with the long knife in his hand."

"Me too."

"I can't even imagine that the last moment he closed his eyes, was he unwilling, was he filled with hatred, or was he relieved?"

"Me too."

"Yan Sanhe."

Xie Zhifei's voice was blown to pieces by the wind.

"A general will die in a hundred battles, but he should not die like this. What is the difference between dying like this and murder?"

All because of me.

I killed him.

Yan Sanhe gritted his teeth and said each word in his mind.

She grabbed Xie Zhifei's clothes with both hands and buried her face tightly in his arms.

The usual coldness in her eyes disappeared, and blood surged up, dizzying her dark eyes bit by bit, with desperate hatred, anger, and madness bursting out of her eyes.

The rain that was already heavy suddenly turned into a downpour, mixed with lightning and thunder.

The lightnings connected one after another, illuminating the dark night sky, as if they did not want to leave any room for the ghosts and ghosts in the world.

(End of this chapter)