The Governor is Sick

Xie Jinglan could not count how much he had gone.

The black clothes on his body were covered with wind dust and stains, his hair was messed up into henhouses, his face was not washed for several days, and gray marks were staggered. The throat was smoky, like a rusty piece of iron stuck in the center, and it couldn't be swallowed if it could not be coughed, and the saliva had a **** smell. Even more tortured is hunger, empty belly, hungry stomach pain, dizzy head, and the world seems to turn around.

Before he left Jinling, he wanted to use the earrings for coiling, but he did not expect that the shopkeeper had framed him to steal other people's earrings, took them away, and ordered the servant to beat him. He ran out in a panic and found that the short knife had also fallen into the shop.

He was hungry for a long time. He was hungry enough to pick up the ladle water from the chef in front of the restaurant, but the restaurant would rather feed the ladle water to the pigs than to the beggar, and often sent someone to drive out with a broom.

A few days ago, he saw a child squatting in front of the house eating sugar cakes in the street. He was only five or six years old. He was eating sugar cakes while watching passersby coming and going on the street. He stood behind the wall, staring eagerly at the sugar cake in the little palm, as if it were the last sugar cake in the world. In his heart, heaven and man fought, hunger urged him to grab the sugar cake, and reason also told him that it was shameful to rob the child.

With the last sip of sugar cake left, he couldn't bear it anymore, and quickly passed over the child's eyes, snatching the piece of cake covered with sugar. The child squatted ignorantly, still holding the sugar cake in his hand. When the reaction came, Xie Jinglan had already disappeared, Fang burst into tears, and stumbled and ran home to cry.

Xie Jinglan crouched in an alley not far away, and swallowed the sugar cake with tears. Since then, he has patrolled the streets and alleys, aiming at the food in the hands of children who can't help it, like a wild dog looking for bones. Although sometimes it is unavoidable to be caught by adults, but it is also barely enough to fill the stomach.

Later, he did not know how long he had gone, let alone where he had gone. The fields in the countryside were cracked, like the dry skin of an old man, and he was surrounded by hungry refugees. Alone. They ca n’t even eat it because everyone is poor.

He sometimes saw that his body was thin and thin, and only the child whose stomach was scary was because he ate the Guanyin soil, his stomach was swollen, and he lay on the ground with pale lips waiting to die. Later, no children or old people could be seen on the road. Xie Jinglan was very afraid of being caught and eaten. He chose to walk on a remote and uninhabited path. When he was hungry, he ate some weeds to barely satisfy his hunger.

Water and food occupied his entire brain. He had no time to hate Weid and miss the time before him. He had no time to care if he would find himself sleeping in a corner in a corner one night. He just wanted to fill his stomach. Nothing else except him.

However, he was still wearing the black clothes that Xia Houyi gave him, and he was afraid to take it out of his arms. He was afraid he would be snatched by others when he saw it.

Later, he remembered that Xia Houyi had said that he could see him again when he placed the copper plate on the highest place in the city, so Xie Jinglan climbed up to the bell tower, and the hot sunlight made him unable to open his eyes. Every step seemed to step on cotton. He crawled up and down with his hands and feet, and put the mask next to the big clock. The pigeon in front of the clock was frightened and fluttered with its wings scattered.

Perhaps by the time Xia Houyun came, he was already starving. Xie Jinglan leaned against the wall and wondered.

There was sweet water flowing down his mouth into his throat. He suddenly woke up and held the kettle to pour into his mouth. A bun was delivered to his eyes, and Xie Jinglan grabbed the bun and ate it.

"Slow down, slow down, don't hold back." The man smiled and stroked his back.

Xie Jinglan raised his head. The man in front of him looked like a scholar, and his eyes seemed to be born with a smile, warm and watery.

He swallowed the bun in his mouth and said hoarsely, "I know you."

"Oh?"

"In Xie's house that night, you let me go." Recalling that night's Shura killing field, Xie Jinglan's eyes were a little red.

"I was actually found by you," Akiba smiled lightly. "Although your body is very similar to Xiao Yan, your walking posture and eyes are completely different. I often pose as someone else, this little trick of you two Concealing the group of assassins barely managed to pass, but it was a little bit worse to conceal me. "

"Although you let me go, you are also the murderer of the door, and I will not thank you."

"I don't expect your thanks."

"Where is Xia Hou? Why doesn't he come?"

Qiu Ye's eyes darkened and he didn't answer, and said, "You shouldn't put the mask here. If Galan's person found it, you would be dead. Fortunately, the person who came is me, otherwise Xiaoyu's hard work will be wasted Now. "

"What's the difference between starving to death and being killed by you?"

Akiba put a piece of silver in his palm, and said, "Take care of your own life, Xiao Yan will use your life to replace your life. You should not let him down."

Xie Jinglan was startled: "Xia Hou hit him ... what happened? Didn't he say he won't die?"

Akiba's expression became a little sad. He looked south and said, "He violated the rules of the Gala Temple and helped you escape from assassination. I do n’t know what is happening now. No news is the best news. Xiaoyan always has a firm will, and nothing will happen. "

"Where is Galauro? Isn't he Galoro's son? Why didn't Galaro save him!"

"The temple is very strict, even Galauru cannot defy it." Qiu Ye looked at Xie Jinglan with a deeper look. "Small sister really treats you uncommonly. Even Galauru is his mother-in-law and tells you." "

Xie Jinglan, don't overdo it, and said, "I didn't tell him, I guessed it myself."

Akiba sighed and said, "Today is the last time we meet. Don't come to look for Xiaoyu again. You are the prey registered by Galan. Assassins will look for you like hunting dogs. Go to Beijing Master, there are many nobles You ca n’t be hungry when you ’re hungry. I ’m afraid you wo n’t be able to meet the nobles in the palace to open porridge sheds. ”

Xie Jinglan was a little shy.

Can he never see Xia Houyi again?

"Little Master, there will be no future period, I wish you good luck." Qiu Ye stepped onto the city wall, smiled at Xie Jinglan, slowly fell down, ink hair flying like silk in the wind.

When Xie Jinglan poked his head and looked around, the autumn leaves had fallen into the wind like a leaf, and disappeared.

After that, Xie Jinglan listened to Akiba's words and followed the trend of the refugees to go to the capital. All the people looked indifferent, their faces were dusty, their eyes and lips lost their color, like clay figures, and like a walking dead. . The shoes had been worn out, showing dirty toes, but fortunately it was hot, and the toes were not cold even when exposed.

Three days after being shut out by the city gate, Xie Jinglan was mixed with Jingshi while a group of refugees were in trouble. The corner of the city was already full of people, his clothes were ragged, and his limbs became thin. Some soldiers sorted through the piles, picked out the dead, put them in carriages, and transported them to mass graves.

Xie Jinglan didn't take a closer look and walked in the direction of the palace. The sky was getting dark, and the lanterns along the street hung up one by one, making the street bright as day. The sculpted BMW cars were full of streets and alleys, and fireworks bloomed in the air, and the deafening sound came from the sky and gradually became smaller, like the sound of another world.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xie Jinglan didn't have any ups and downs in her heart, she just crowded into the crowd silently, and walked along one's purse indifferently. The crowd suddenly separated, as if driven by something, and everyone stood on both sides. A four-horse carriage drove from the street corner, and the wheels rolled out two parallel ruts. The carriage was followed by two rows of Dongchang Fanzi riding high horses, black clothes and black knives, embroidered teeth and claws on the chest, one expressionless, like the evil ghost Shura at night.

Some people in the crowd whispered: "The majesty of Wei, the father-in-law is becoming more and more like heaven and earth! A stubborn person can be very hot to this point, I really don't know what it is to use for serious reading this year."

"You don't die! Be careful to be heard by Fanzi, be careful of your life."

"Hey, I heard that there is a father-in-law from the palace outside Dong'an Gate at noon, and he will be accepted into the palace. You said we should try it out, and we can't be the supervisor of the East Factory in the future."

"It's a matter of breaking off the grandchildren. You can go by yourself. I won't make it up."

Suddenly, a ragged beggar rushed out of the crowd, waving a string of firecrackers in his hand, ran to Wei De's carriage, and hissed and yelled, "Wei Wei, the six provinces of Shandong are hungry and hungry, but you enjoy peace here!" The firecrackers crackled and burst into brilliant sparks. The man threw the firecrackers at Weid's car and horse. Just before the horse was shocked, a fan took the firecracker in the air and threw it in the distance.

Immediately, another Fanzi dismounted and caught the beggar, and the beggar struggled hard, shouting in his mouth: "Wei, the country and the people, the six provinces of Shandong are almost dead, God, you open your eyes!" Fanzi cursed and unloaded After reaching his chin and twisting his hands and feet, the beggar was paralyzed in Fanzi's hand like a rag sack, only staring at a pair of red eyes.

A hand with a Canaan sacred bead stretched out from the carriage curtain, and made a gesture of imagination.

Fanzi saw the gesture, swiped across the knife, the beggar's throat suddenly flowed like blood, and his body shook a few times before he lost his voice.

The beggar was removed by Fanzi, the carriage slowly departed, the crowd reunited, and the voices regained enthusiasm. The trafficker repeatedly called for his own stuff, and the rattle continued to rumble.

In this world, the killing of a person is like a grain of sand being swept away by the tide, leaving no trace left, and no one cares.

Weid, is that the man in the carriage? Xie Jinglan looked at the carriage disappearing at the corner of the street, his fists slowly clenched.

If one day Xie Jinglan holds heavy weight in his hands, will he be able to kill him like this? Is it also possible to take the wrath of one person and destroy the door of one family with the wrath of one person? If Weid is alone, above 10,000 people, then he must be without anyone, above 10,000 people! From then on, everyone who deceived him, hurt him, and borne him was dead. The princes would bow to him, and the prince and grandson bowed to him.

He raised his head, his eyes were deep and dark, and a demon slowly opened his eyes in his heart.

As the moon goes down, the shops have opened the door panels, and the owner of the noodle shop has turned the flour into dough. Xie Jinglan made a mark under an old locust tree in an alley, and buried Xia Houyi's mask under the tree. Doing everything well, he stood up, adjusted his clothes to Riying, turned out of the hutong, and a long line had been lined up outside Donganmen.

Someone choked himself, and there was a pool of blood on the placket, and his steps were floating forward as the team moved forward. Someone was too old, was kicked out of the team, rolled on the ground, crying and shouting to enter the palace as eunuch. After all, Xie Jinglan was finally discharged, and the **** who wrote it looked up at him and gave him a casual look: "How old is it?"

"Twelve years old."

"Where is it, what's its name?"

"Jinling people." Xie Jinglan was silent for a while, seeing the jade pendant worn by the eunuch's waist, she said: "Shen Yun, Yu Zhen's puppet."

The **** wrote the word "Shen Yun" on the wooden sign and handed it to Xie Jinglan. Xie Jinglan held the sign, followed the other beggars being picked, and walked towards the towering palace gate. The gates of Zhu Hong's palace opened heavily, exposing the imperial road and the Qiangong palace gate that seemed to have no end. Under the palace cymbals, they were like a row of slowly moving ants, small and vulnerable.

Zhu Men closed clumsily behind him, Xie Jinglan turned to look around, and the last beam of sunlight before Guan He hit his face, seeing his face without sorrow and joy.