The Governor is Sick

Xia Houzhen's illness was repeated over and over again, sometimes good and bad, often the end of Shen Yi's court discussion, and just after crossing the threshold of the Western Dynasty house, Shen Wenxing hurried to tell him that Xia Houzhen vomited blood again. The group of imperial doctors was no longer useful. Shen Yan ordered the East Factory to collect famous doctors from all over the country. For the time being, they couldn't catch up. All in Beijing and Tianjin were caught by Fan Ziyu at night to diagnose and treat Xiahouyu.

Doctors usually come and go, the threshold is almost depressed, and the kitchen is filled with bitter medicine, and the windows cannot be opened. He watched Xia Houyu pour the bowl of bitter medicine, and it seemed that he lost his sense of taste in the end, and even the bitter medicine could be drunk in a blink of an eye. Each time in Lang, he either promised or promised tremblingly. This time, the drug introduction will work. As a result, Lang Zhong's front foot just left, and his hind foot Xia Houyi started to get sick. Sometimes he bleeds, sometimes he's unconscious. .

Shen Xuan gradually lost confidence in these quack doctors. He moved to the library to look up the ancient books in the palm print room. There are too many discounts to approve, and it is often late at night to read books. "Golden Mirror Records", "Bo Ji Fang", "Zhongzhou Zhi", "Bai Yue Zhi" ... He turned over one by one.

The night city sinking in the darkness, only the corner of Secretary Li Jian was lit all night. One of the candles will be burned again, and the tears on the porcelain plate are covered with tears. Shen Wenxing carefully replaced the new wax with a silver pick. The dim yellow lights were like a late twilight, reflecting the deep, sullen eyebrows. The daily hard work has reduced him a lot, and the thin edges of the bones can be seen faintly on the cheeks.

Shen Wenxing took out a cup of hot soup from the small tray of Wuqi, quietly pushed it on the case, and said quietly, "Daddy, have some soup. It's late enough to watch today, and the chicken will be croaking in another hour. Why not lie down for a while? "

"Don't make a noise." Shen Yan frowned.

Shen Wenling said bitterly, "I said, dad, you have to keep your body tight, too. Master Xiahou is not thin, you have become a bamboo pole."

Shen Yan no longer ignored him. Shen Wenxing had no choice but to let him. When the day was about to dawn, Shen Min finally rested, but he just got up and groomed to get up before he could not sleep for a while. Looking at myself in the mirror, it seemed that I was really stinging a lot. I combed my hair and combed a lot of hair. Turning it over, the white hair was mixed in green silk, and the silver was dazzling.

He didn't have time to take care of these, and went back to see Xia Houyi early after the last day. The guy sat under the porch and made kites for the children in the house. He has a good craft, and those children love to play with him. Li Miaoyu, whom he saved before, knew him best. The girl had been raised in the house for a few months, not as stingy as when she first came. Shen Ye asked the girl to take care of his diet, but she took good care of it.

Ten days later, Lang Zhong from Jiangsu and Zhejiang also arrived. It also goes in like flowing water, and comes out like flowing water. The formula becomes more and more open, and some dare not use it. The potion is poured from bowl to bowl, and the eaves are covered with black greasy potion. The doctors from Jiangsu and Zhejiang went to Guangdong and Guangxi, and Guangdong and Guangxi came to the northwest. He later heard that a senior doctor in Lushan had stayed in Miaojiang in his early years. He personally greeted him into the government, patiently listened to him scolding, and listened to his mysterious and mysterious medicine. The old doctor gave Xia Houyi a half-day pulse, rolled his eyelids, and looked at the tongue coating, and then looked at the blood he vomited in the past few days. Finally, he went outside and said to Shen Wei, "There is a constant life, and manpower must not be violated. Change. "

That sentence seemed to be a bang, Shen Ye heard the sound of the sky falling.

He never believed in fate. He spent ten years in the camp and reached the magnificent glory of today, relying on decisive decisive steps instead of destiny. But at this moment, he seemed to have to believe that the power of covering the sky with his own hands could not change a person's life.

He turned around and looked at Xia Houyu in the room through the window. He sat at the Eight Immortals table and drank the medicine, such a dark medicine. He had to drink five bowls a day. In fact, it only had the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying, but he always felt that it would be better. He first looked at the medicine bowl and worried, and Miaoyu encouraged him, "Drink quickly, Uncle Xiahou, and the governor will be back in a while."

Xiahou made a big determination and took the medicine bowl and drank it. He grinned bitterly. Miaoyu laughed and gave him a candy, then put the medicine bowl into the tray. Shen Yan was astringent, and it turned out that Xia Houzhen had always been afraid of suffering, but it was always a relaxed look for him to take medicine in front of him.

Shen Ye continued to read the medical books, and many people came to offer him famous doctors and remedies. Chief Li of the Imperial Horse Supervisor said that there is a Qigong master in Nan Nanshan who is very good at healing. After stuff, like a baby born in October, went to Zhongnan Mountain to be infuriated by the master for a long time, and people returned to their original state at night. Shen Ye sent five stalls to invite him quickly. Xia Houyi wanted to say that this was a lie. When he ran the rivers and lakes, he saw more of these people. It can be seen that Shen Ye insisted and compromised. The master filled Xia Houyi's anger for three days. The three days were filled with delicious and delicious hospitality. The banquet at the house was delicious. The master wanted to see the clever tricks in Beijing, and Shen Xun broke into the world to enter the female music.

On the third day, just when he was inflated, Xia Houyi got sick again. He was lying unconscious in the blue veil, and Shen Wenxing walked in quietly to tell Shen Zhen that Fanzi found that the master was the distant nephew of Director Li.

Shen Yan said nothing, but let Shen Wenxing go out. He opened his tent and sat by Xia Houyi's bed, leaning down to listen to his quiet heartbeat. Somehow Shen Ye shed tears, and the tears dampened Xia Hou's placket, leaving a slight mark. He thought that this was indeed retribution. He had done too much evil. God wanted to punish him and send Xia Houyi back to him, but wanted him to watch Xia Houyi die, like the gravel on his palm, the tighter he held The faster you lose.

He blew his tears and straightened up, just to see the bodhizi on Xiahou's wrist. He rubbed the cold beads, remembering the sun and moon waiting in the palace. He had hoped that he would meet again with Xia Houyi, counting Bodhizi over and over again to pray that Xia Houyi would return safely from the killing ground. If the Buddha could promise his prayers in the past, can he be given another chance now?

He sued the little emperor and drove to the Lutan Ancient Road. The fragrant dust was thin all the way, and the trees were dense. Shen Wenxing thought that Shen Yan was going to go to Guangling Temple to make incense, and he was planning to let the factory guard go down to clear the road. Shen Zhen stopped him and said, "Clear the road, will Buddha make me feel that I am not sincere?"

Shen Wenxing hesitated for a moment, and stroked his head: "No ..."

Shen Ye was silent for a while and got out of the car. Shen Wenxing wanted to say that this is the only way to the Gudaokou. There are several miles away from Guangling Temple. There was no time to say it, but she saw Shen Zhe standing alone in the sky, facing the direction of Guangling Temple, and his knelt knelt down.

There were not many horses and horses on the ancient road, and they passed by Shen Yan rollingly, and no one noticed this man who worshipped nine times. Shen Wenxing stared blankly at Shen Ye, even forgetting to stop. The lonely shadow slumped in the dust, stroking the head one step at a time, marching towards the Buddha sound in the faint smoke and dust.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Shen Wenxing then woke up and jumped out of the car and knelt beside Shen Wei and begged, "You said you are ... if this is seen by someone ..."

Shen Yan did not say a word, sturdyly made three noises, and moved on. Shen Wenxing knelt on the spot to watch him slowly move forward. The net scarf loosened a little when he bowed his head, and a few strands of hair fell down and stuck to his pale cheek. There was no grief or joy on his face in the cold sky.

Shen Wenxing finally understood that this person could not stop him. He was going up to Guangling Temple all the way, begging Buddha to save the sick man. Shen Wenxing sighed, turned back to the car and took out the oil-paper umbrella, propped up on the head of Shen Wei. The plant guards followed in silence, no one snored and no one persuaded. On the long ancient road, they were like a slowly moving ants, moving silently in the dust and frost wind.

As the sun hits the sky, there are more people entering the incense, and when someone sees Shen Yan, he stops the car and extends his neck to look. The plant guard's scatter and icy scabbard could not expel them, and more and more people were watching. There were foot traffickers and princes and nobles. Some recognized Shen Ye and exclaimed.

Whispers whispered like cicadas, and the news of Shen Ji's severe illness was quietly conveyed. Some people were gloating and others were interested. Shen Yan turned a deaf ear, and scratched his head. His forehead crumpled, his voice was dull, and his face was stained with dirt, and the dust that had always been cleaned was stained. I didn't know how many, his forehead was finally broken, and blood drew a striking red mark on the ground. The red seal stretched out at his pace, like a blooming red lotus, carrying endless sorrow. People subconsciously let out the blood trail, and no one stepped on it, so a line was drawn from the crowd, and Shen Yan pulled the line forward.

Everything was dim in the sky, and he knelt down and bowed again and again. His hands and feet hurt, and he became numb at last. The pain seemed to be separated by a layer. He lost his ability to feel. He meditated on Xia Houyi's name in his heart, as if the power was hidden in these three words, which made him tireless.

The Brahma was near, and murmured from far away. At last Shen Chen reached the foot of the mountain, cheers erupted from the crowd, "Here! He arrived!"

Unexpectedly, Shen Yuan didn't stop. He knelt down again, his forehead strung up the steps, and a red lotus bloomed on the mossy stone steps. The crowd was finally quiet. They silently watched the man climb up to the stone steps one by one, marching towards the sky. People looked at his back, followed him slowly moving, and suddenly felt that he was no longer the master of the East Factory, who was the highest in the weekdays, but a mortal who was humble to the dust, just like all beings.

The sun is sinking to the west, the distant mountains melt into the dusk, and the twilight envelopes the crowd's shoulders. Shen Yan's face was terribly pale, and her hands and feet were shaking. He gasped on the mountain steps, looked up, and the layers of stone steps stretched upwards, disappearing into a glow. Someone couldn't help shouting, "Factory father, don't kneel, that's enough! Lord Buddha can see it."

"Yeah, let's forget it. Maybe Master Xiao Shen is already well, go home and see!"

Shen Yan refused to listen, and continued to move forward. He no longer stood up, but knelt and scratched his head. A little girl held a water bag across the wall of the factory guard and shouted, "Factory father, drink water!"

Shen Wenxing was busy taking out the water pouch he brought with him, "Daddy, have a drink, and then kneel after a while."

Shen Yan closed his eyes and shook his head, bowing his head.

Time passed by bit by bit, and every moment seemed to be endless. When the sunset drew up the last ray of light, Shen Ying finally reached the top of the mountain, and the sound of San Xiong's Brahma came from the hall, and it sounded like a thunder. Shivering across the threshold of entry, the room was full of lights like daylight, and he was stumped at the feet of the gods.

"The gods of the heavens are up, and the sinner Xie Jinglan came here to sacrifice his sins. Send me my aspirations, be a vegetarian all my life, do three thousand good deeds, and change the health of Xiahou to be the same as before. Burning the heart of the lamp as a testimony, the Buddhas have promised, I swear. "

He lay in the cold eyes of the Buddha, like a cold, dead leaf. No one answered him in the slow Brahma, he heard his tears hit the floor tiles with a crisp sound. He remembered Xia Houyun's warm eyes, his low voice, like a trickle, entered into his desolate heart in the moonlight, which was the last comfort in his barren life. For an instant, endless sorrow drowned him like a cold sea, and he closed his eyes against the floor tiles.

"Father, please, sin is mine, retribution is mine, punish me, don't punish him."

"Please, return him ... to me."