Chapter 585
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Chapter 585 Action
Xie Zhifei said nothing, looking at Yan Sanhe with a faint look on his face, a bit aggrieved.
He's not a donkey. He has a carrot hanging in front of him and grinds away. There must be some benefit!
From the moment we met until now, we haven’t even exchanged a few words!
Yan Sanhe found that this man had changed. He was not drunk and still wanted to be coaxed.
He can even act coquettishly with his eyes.
Seeing that his face was very pale, Yan Sanhe softened his heart, took out a thin thing from his arms, and stuffed it into his hand.
"Keep the amulet from Wenshu Temple well."
Xie Zhifei: "..."
Girl, Wenshu Monastery guarantees academic performance, are you sure?
Yan Sanhe: "Why, Third Master still dislikes...?"
The words were originally nothing, but the last word "別" was added so well that Xie Zhifei felt that the word "別" was circulating in his body along with the blood.
Feel comfortable.
He felt so beautiful that he held the talisman tightly in his hand and glanced at the old manager.
The old manager was taken aback by him and looked at a loss.
Yan Sanhe knew it clearly in his heart.
Apart from Mr. Zhu's former personal servants, who knew a thing or two about Mao, only the manager was the most familiar with them.
Where did Taiwei come from?
Was it bought from outside, or was it born at home?
Where is home?
Is it at the northwest corner calculated by Zhu Yuanmo?
He can tell everything.
"Old manager, please tell the third master Taiwei's situation in detail and go to the corner door to talk."
Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Qing, Third Master can't hold on any longer, you have to carry him out quickly."
"Yes!"
Zhu Qing had long noticed that the person on his back was getting weaker and weaker, but he didn't dare to persuade him.
Hearing what Yan Sanhe said, he almost flew.
"Ding Yi, you go back and help Third Master." Yan Sanhe ordered.
"Yes!"
Ding Yi had long wanted to help.
But the new master didn't say anything, he didn't dare!
Little Master Pei looked at Ding Yi's back and then at Yan Sanhe, with two balls of anger bursting out of his eyes.
They hooked up secretly and hid everything from me.
Pooh!
A pair of shameless bitches!
"Miss Yan, I also have a question."
Xie Erli, who had been silent from beginning to end, sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly spoke.
Yan Sanhe looked at him: "What do you want to ask?"
What do I want to ask?
"I want to ask my father-in-law why he did that to Geng Song Sheng?"
Xie Lie glanced at Zhu Weixi's face faintly, "I also want to ask why he chose me to be his son-in-law."
This is a good question.
"This is also something I couldn't figure out all the way."
Yan Sanhe looked at him quietly, "But I have a conjecture in my heart."
Little Master Pei couldn't wait any longer, "Tell me quickly, what is it?"
"It has something to do with Mrs. Mao."
When Zhu Yuanhao heard this, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Why is it related to my mother?"
"Master Zhu."
Yan Sanhe looked directly into his eyes: "At this moment, do you believe that your mother has been blessed by your father?"
"I……"
Zhu Yuanhao's eyes turned red little by little, then he lowered his head and bit out three words from between his teeth:
"I believe."
The mother is a rat, and she was born on the first day of the first lunar month, at the quarter of the hour.
Rat is the first animal sign in the Chinese zodiac.
The first day of the first lunar month is the first day of the new year. Just on this birthday, my mother will not have to worry about food or clothing in her life.
Therefore, people born on the first day of the first lunar month of the Year of the Rat are incredibly rich and noble.
She was born again at the quarter of the hour. Everyone else got up early to work, but the rat was sleeping soundly in its hole. This was a good life without worries.
In addition, my mother has a face like a silver plate, her ears are white and thick, her ears are smooth and smooth, her philtrum is distinct, her forehead is round and moist, and her hands are soft and boneless.Such a face match and such a palmistry are the best and most prosperous fortunes.
And it was precisely because he married his mother that his luck gradually improved, and he finally became the head of the Zhu family.
"Since you believe it, do you admit that your father's purpose in marrying her was to borrow her luck?"
Zhu Yuanhao said "hmm" in his throat.
"Among the six of you children, Zhu Weijin looks the most like Mr. Mao, but is the most disgusting to your father. When Mr. Zhu was so ill and confused, he saw Zhu Weijin and thought it was Mr. Mao, so he blurted out and told her to get out."
Yan Sanhe: "This proves that the person your father really hates is Mao."
爹；
disgust;
mother!
Zhu Yuanhao glanced at his elder brother fearfully, not even daring to say "hmm".
"If this is true..."
Yan Sanhe's eyes fell on Xie Erli.
"Then we can preliminarily deduce why he did that to Geng Song Sheng - because the Geng family is Mao's natal family."
No one answered.
Zhu Weixi stared blankly at the bluestone bricks, temporarily forgetting her own pain.
If you ask the three sisters who they most want to be in this life, they will definitely say that they want to be like their mother.
A lifetime of food and clothing;
The man obeyed his advice and favored her alone for decades;
The power of the inner house is firmly in his hands;
Both children.
Especially the point of pampering alone. How many powerful and wealthy men in this world can like and pamper someone for decades?
If all this is false...
Hasn’t that mother been living a lie her entire life?
"The affairs of the eldest master and the fifth master have come to light, so the next step is to uncover the mysteries surrounding my wife. There are three mysteries."
Yan Sanhe's deep black eyes were like two cold pools.
"One, how did he find her?
Second, how did he resolve the backlash and divine punishment through her?
Third, why does he hate her so much?
Everyone, God only leaves us sixteen hours. If we don't solve some mysteries within sixteen hours, my wife will die in confusion. "
Zhu Yuanmo's pupils shrank sharply.
Not only did she die in confusion, but if my mother had something to do with her father's inner demons, her death would be a devastating disaster for the descendants of the Zhu family.
Yan Sanhe stood up slowly and took a deep breath.
"We don't have much time, let's split up."
Zhu Yuanmo hurriedly said: "Miss Yan, just tell us what you need us to do."
“Everyone does what they do best.”
Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Yuanmo, Zhu Yuanzhao, and Zhu Yuanhao, you three brothers must find a way for Mr. Zhu to use his wife to resolve the backlash and divine punishment."
Zhu Yuanmo immediately said: "Miss Yan, there is no need to look for it, there are only two ways."
Yan Sanhe: "What?"
Zhu Yuanmo: "The first is to cast spells and form formations; the second is to make Feng Shui tactics."
Yan Sanhe: "I don't feel that your Zhu Mansion still has formations?"
Zhu Yuanmo: "As soon as the person who set up the formation dies, the formation is no longer there."
Yan Sanhe: "Can you find it?"
"I can only do my best."
Zhu Yuanmo glanced at the second and third children, and simply said: "Take the guys who are eating, go to the ancestral graves first, and leave now."
I really don't dare to delay for a moment.
Zhu Lao Er and Zhu Lao San stood up and went out without saying a word.
"Little Master Pei, do you want to follow me?"
Li Buyan saw Pei Xiao's pale face and looked at the backs of the three people leaving, so he asked deliberately.
Little Mr. Pei turned his head and was about to retaliate when Yan Sanhe had already spoken.
"Ming Ting can't go, he has something else to do."
Did you hear me? I have something to do.
Little Mr. Pei gave Li Buyan a hard look and asked, "Can you hope for me?"
Li Buyan: Aren’t I asking you to practice your courage?
(End of this chapter)
Xie Zhifei said nothing, looking at Yan Sanhe with a faint look on his face, a bit aggrieved.
He's not a donkey. He has a carrot hanging in front of him and grinds away. There must be some benefit!
From the moment we met until now, we haven’t even exchanged a few words!
Yan Sanhe found that this man had changed. He was not drunk and still wanted to be coaxed.
He can even act coquettishly with his eyes.
Seeing that his face was very pale, Yan Sanhe softened his heart, took out a thin thing from his arms, and stuffed it into his hand.
"Keep the amulet from Wenshu Temple well."
Xie Zhifei: "..."
Girl, Wenshu Monastery guarantees academic performance, are you sure?
Yan Sanhe: "Why, Third Master still dislikes...?"
The words were originally nothing, but the last word "別" was added so well that Xie Zhifei felt that the word "別" was circulating in his body along with the blood.
Feel comfortable.
He felt so beautiful that he held the talisman tightly in his hand and glanced at the old manager.
The old manager was taken aback by him and looked at a loss.
Yan Sanhe knew it clearly in his heart.
Apart from Mr. Zhu's former personal servants, who knew a thing or two about Mao, only the manager was the most familiar with them.
Where did Taiwei come from?
Was it bought from outside, or was it born at home?
Where is home?
Is it at the northwest corner calculated by Zhu Yuanmo?
He can tell everything.
"Old manager, please tell the third master Taiwei's situation in detail and go to the corner door to talk."
Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Qing, Third Master can't hold on any longer, you have to carry him out quickly."
"Yes!"
Zhu Qing had long noticed that the person on his back was getting weaker and weaker, but he didn't dare to persuade him.
Hearing what Yan Sanhe said, he almost flew.
"Ding Yi, you go back and help Third Master." Yan Sanhe ordered.
"Yes!"
Ding Yi had long wanted to help.
But the new master didn't say anything, he didn't dare!
Little Master Pei looked at Ding Yi's back and then at Yan Sanhe, with two balls of anger bursting out of his eyes.
They hooked up secretly and hid everything from me.
Pooh!
A pair of shameless bitches!
"Miss Yan, I also have a question."
Xie Erli, who had been silent from beginning to end, sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly spoke.
Yan Sanhe looked at him: "What do you want to ask?"
What do I want to ask?
"I want to ask my father-in-law why he did that to Geng Song Sheng?"
Xie Lie glanced at Zhu Weixi's face faintly, "I also want to ask why he chose me to be his son-in-law."
This is a good question.
"This is also something I couldn't figure out all the way."
Yan Sanhe looked at him quietly, "But I have a conjecture in my heart."
Little Master Pei couldn't wait any longer, "Tell me quickly, what is it?"
"It has something to do with Mrs. Mao."
When Zhu Yuanhao heard this, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Why is it related to my mother?"
"Master Zhu."
Yan Sanhe looked directly into his eyes: "At this moment, do you believe that your mother has been blessed by your father?"
"I……"
Zhu Yuanhao's eyes turned red little by little, then he lowered his head and bit out three words from between his teeth:
"I believe."
The mother is a rat, and she was born on the first day of the first lunar month, at the quarter of the hour.
Rat is the first animal sign in the Chinese zodiac.
The first day of the first lunar month is the first day of the new year. Just on this birthday, my mother will not have to worry about food or clothing in her life.
Therefore, people born on the first day of the first lunar month of the Year of the Rat are incredibly rich and noble.
She was born again at the quarter of the hour. Everyone else got up early to work, but the rat was sleeping soundly in its hole. This was a good life without worries.
In addition, my mother has a face like a silver plate, her ears are white and thick, her ears are smooth and smooth, her philtrum is distinct, her forehead is round and moist, and her hands are soft and boneless.Such a face match and such a palmistry are the best and most prosperous fortunes.
And it was precisely because he married his mother that his luck gradually improved, and he finally became the head of the Zhu family.
"Since you believe it, do you admit that your father's purpose in marrying her was to borrow her luck?"
Zhu Yuanhao said "hmm" in his throat.
"Among the six of you children, Zhu Weijin looks the most like Mr. Mao, but is the most disgusting to your father. When Mr. Zhu was so ill and confused, he saw Zhu Weijin and thought it was Mr. Mao, so he blurted out and told her to get out."
Yan Sanhe: "This proves that the person your father really hates is Mao."
爹；
disgust;
mother!
Zhu Yuanhao glanced at his elder brother fearfully, not even daring to say "hmm".
"If this is true..."
Yan Sanhe's eyes fell on Xie Erli.
"Then we can preliminarily deduce why he did that to Geng Song Sheng - because the Geng family is Mao's natal family."
No one answered.
Zhu Weixi stared blankly at the bluestone bricks, temporarily forgetting her own pain.
If you ask the three sisters who they most want to be in this life, they will definitely say that they want to be like their mother.
A lifetime of food and clothing;
The man obeyed his advice and favored her alone for decades;
The power of the inner house is firmly in his hands;
Both children.
Especially the point of pampering alone. How many powerful and wealthy men in this world can like and pamper someone for decades?
If all this is false...
Hasn’t that mother been living a lie her entire life?
"The affairs of the eldest master and the fifth master have come to light, so the next step is to uncover the mysteries surrounding my wife. There are three mysteries."
Yan Sanhe's deep black eyes were like two cold pools.
"One, how did he find her?
Second, how did he resolve the backlash and divine punishment through her?
Third, why does he hate her so much?
Everyone, God only leaves us sixteen hours. If we don't solve some mysteries within sixteen hours, my wife will die in confusion. "
Zhu Yuanmo's pupils shrank sharply.
Not only did she die in confusion, but if my mother had something to do with her father's inner demons, her death would be a devastating disaster for the descendants of the Zhu family.
Yan Sanhe stood up slowly and took a deep breath.
"We don't have much time, let's split up."
Zhu Yuanmo hurriedly said: "Miss Yan, just tell us what you need us to do."
“Everyone does what they do best.”
Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Yuanmo, Zhu Yuanzhao, and Zhu Yuanhao, you three brothers must find a way for Mr. Zhu to use his wife to resolve the backlash and divine punishment."
Zhu Yuanmo immediately said: "Miss Yan, there is no need to look for it, there are only two ways."
Yan Sanhe: "What?"
Zhu Yuanmo: "The first is to cast spells and form formations; the second is to make Feng Shui tactics."
Yan Sanhe: "I don't feel that your Zhu Mansion still has formations?"
Zhu Yuanmo: "As soon as the person who set up the formation dies, the formation is no longer there."
Yan Sanhe: "Can you find it?"
"I can only do my best."
Zhu Yuanmo glanced at the second and third children, and simply said: "Take the guys who are eating, go to the ancestral graves first, and leave now."
I really don't dare to delay for a moment.
Zhu Lao Er and Zhu Lao San stood up and went out without saying a word.
"Little Master Pei, do you want to follow me?"
Li Buyan saw Pei Xiao's pale face and looked at the backs of the three people leaving, so he asked deliberately.
Little Mr. Pei turned his head and was about to retaliate when Yan Sanhe had already spoken.
"Ming Ting can't go, he has something else to do."
Did you hear me? I have something to do.
Little Mr. Pei gave Li Buyan a hard look and asked, "Can you hope for me?"
Li Buyan: Aren’t I asking you to practice your courage?
(End of this chapter)