The Governor is Sick

A chilled feather arrow suddenly emerged from the sky, crossed the top of Shen's head, and shot into the head of a sweaty horse.

The horse hissed and knelt down on the ground, his huge body gliding on the ground, and Kankan slid beside Shen Wei and Wei De. The prince screamed and was thrown out, hitting the ground fiercely.

Shen Yan turned his head, and a young man with a cold face was riding on the horse in the distance, with his long bow still in his hand.

The eldest prince smashed his head, his head fainted for a long while, and the pain of his calf surged up and down, and soon overwhelmingly occupied all his nerves.

"It hurts ... it hurts ...!"

Fanzis gathered around in panic, Wei De turned away from the crowd, shouting to pass on the doctor, while looking at the injury of the great prince. Other fanzis stubbornly pulled Situ Jin from his horse and pushed him to Wei De.

"Father-in-law, this man ... this man shoots a horse to save others, but hurts the great prince, how to deal with it?"

Shen pursed his lips and took a few steps forward on his knees. He bowed his head and said, "Student Captain Situ has excuses to save people, and asks his father-in-law to be light."

Situ Jin knelt on the ground calmly, as if it was not him who was in great calamity.

"Funny!" Wei De shouted, and said, "How can our lowly lives be compared with His Highness Jin Zhiyu's life? If we can change His Highness' health, why not give up our family's life? As a captain, is it important? Share, deserve to be punished! Come, take him to heaven prison, and wait for the holy war! "

Shen Yan gritted his teeth and didn't speak again.

No matter how much he refuted, he was defeated by others. He was just a ant, and he still tried his best to save himself. How can he save a man who hurt the prince? Although he saved himself.

Shen Wei looked silent in Wei De's eyes. Children of this age either had a strong temperament, a big mouth full of farts and brotherly friendship, and had good deeds, but they could not help but moth the fire; I hid everything and had no courage, especially when I encountered some unknown pickles in the palace and was frightened. I talked badly.

When the child saw the benefactor arrested, he had the courage to stand up and talk, but it was not ingratitude. I can't beat his meaning, but I don't want to force it, so it is clear that he is a matter of time. Wei De raised a bit of interest in his heart, and lifted Shen Yan from the ground, and said, "What's your name just now?"

Here comes the opportunity.

Shen Yan suppressed the frantic heartbeat, and said, "Slave Shen, who is on duty in Ganxi."

"Shen Yun, it's a good name. Who got it for you?" Wei De said rare and cheerful.

"It's the slave's mother," Shen Min lied without changing his face. "The mother has read some poems."

Women who have read poems are either young ladies in the house door, or prostitutes in the house. The eunuchs in the palace are usually of low background, otherwise they would not do such a severe job. Weid knew something, and said, "Can you read?"

"Recognize some." Shen Xun replied cautiously, ignoring Weed's intentions.

"Okay, that's right. It's all right for you. Go back and rest."

Fanzis took the stretcher and moved the great prince away. A few late doctors accompanied him around, and they couldn't help wiping the dense sweat beads on his forehead. Nowadays, the royal doctor is a high-risk industry comparable to assassins. Every day is "how to support you" and "burial if you can't cure it." What's more, this is a lone seedling that the emperor has cultivated for many years. If there is a three-length, two-short, they will all follow their heads.

Weid narrowed his look and followed.

Shen Yan wanted to follow, and had long thought about his speech, but he was pressed down by the stigma in his chest. Shen Yun was distraught, his fists clenched, and he opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't say a word.

After all, it was a fourteen-year-old young man. His pride in his bones was indelible, and his back was hard even if he bowed his waist and bent down. Only when he crawled out of the mud puddle and felt that his life was low, could he slap his knees and smile with a smile. Shen Yan's time is far from home, and even if he has converged, he can't make such a flattering smile.

Shen Shen returned to the four Ganxi Institutes, and saw Xia Houzhen sitting on the threshold of the Shunzhen Gate, stretching his neck, and warmed unconsciously, ironing like hot coals.

Chaimen heard the bark of the dog and returned to the windy night.

Experiencing so many swords and swords outside, wasn't it just to go home and say, "Where's the death, why come back so late?"

Xia Houyi saw Shen Yan, his eyes lit up, and hurriedly greeted him. When he saw his blood-stained sleeves, he was shocked and said, "Don't you say you don't stab ... what is that! What is going on?"

He didn't say that Shen Min himself had forgotten that he was still injured, and looked casually at the wound, and said, "It's nothing, it just scratched the skin." Then, Xia Hou gave a blank look and said, "I am What about the fairy tale? Take the head in front of the eyes? "

He didn't do anything stupid. Xia Hou calmed down and dragged him back to the room. He took the bandage and the gold sore medicine, and asked, "What have you done? Did you see Weide? What did he look like?" "

"It's just like an ordinary person." Shen answered without looking up.

Xia Houyi looked up at him and saw that his face was not very happy. He measured in his heart that he should be seeing his own annihilation enemy, but he was not capable of killing him. Ben Wen whispered: "Master, don't worry, there is always a chance to kill the dog thief." Speaking of half, Xia Houzhen thought of something, and frantically said, "Yes, you don't really want to say, take it under the eyes of everyone. There are really stuff in the head. Have you ever heard of wire pulling? "

"No," Shen Yan squinted at him, "I have killed and killed people, I have only heard of Zhang Liang's hammer."

Xia Houyi revealed his incompetence without learning: "What the hell?-Hey, I want to say that it is a weapon used by the assassins of the third generation of Galan. It is like silk, but it can blow hair and even cut gold. Broken jade. The stuff is very thin, and the eyes are not easy to see. People walk over and feel nothing, take a few steps, look down, it is incredible, the body is broken in half. "

Shen Yun was not convinced that even the sharpest knife could not cut off the human body neatly. It had to be chopped several times to kill the pig. He suspected, "Why don't you need it now?"

"The production process is too difficult. Three generations of wire drawing were passed on, and only three generations of Galo Luo could open the furnace to make this stuff. It is not only difficult to smelt, but also difficult to control. It ’s okay to manipulate one, and to lay the wire mesh in advance. It's easy to do, but if you want to set up a battle, change the layout of the screen, and make the enemy escape inevitable, then it will be difficult. If you move the whole body with one shot, you must first learn the "Nine" "Zhang Arithmetic" or something, you must be familiar with all kinds of screen changes in order to control the silk array. "Xia Houyi shrugged," But you know, there is no leisure in our group of knives to learn arithmetic and can read the three-character scriptures. It's all good fortune. "

He was embarrassed to say that even uncle Duan had written his name wrong.

"How can people do it?" Shen Yun sniffed. "It is clear that you are in the world, and one generation is not as good as the next."

"The three generations of Galo Luodu were named Ban, and it is said that they were descendants of the public authority. After three generations, their family died and it is not unusual to pass them down."

"You don't want to think about it. If you can recover the machine wire, maybe you can kill the abbot and take control of the horse chestnut blue." Then, glanced at the arm that was wrapped tightly by Xia Hou, and said helplessly, " It's just a little wound, why bother with bandages? "

"Look at your fine skin and tender meat, where can I be sloppy?" Xia Houzhen cut the bandage with a scissors and tied a beautiful lucky knot. "What is good to live in and have to shave his head and not marry his wife, How bitter. I ’m not like you. I have high ambitions. Besides, I am following you now. After you sit in the chair of the East Factory Admiral and give me a beautiful meal, I will be satisfied. "

Shen Xun admired the five-body vote, but fortunately he was not born in a high-ranking household as a young master, otherwise it would be a gluttonous gluttonous gluttonous glutton. No, Xia Houzhen now stays in the palace well, and when he has the power, what kind of woman Xia Houzhen wants cannot be, as long as it is not the maiden emperor in the palace.

Shen Ye himself had planned to be a **** all his life. His children and grandchildren were in the mirror of the pond. He couldn't get close and didn't even think about fishing. Xia Houyi had a family, so he gave birth to a few more sons, and picked the smartest one out of him and gave him his old age.

Shen Yun thought for a while, and suddenly felt sad. Xia Houyi has a new home. What about him? What is he? On the mid-autumn moon night, Xia Hou was holding his wife and children to worship the Yutu for moon cakes, and the family was very happy. Didn't he feel ashamed that he was a bachelor? Shen Yan bitten himself very venomously, poking his heart like a handful of mules, hurting dullly.

How can this be!

He raised his head with a gaze, glanced at Xia Hou, and said, "You want to be beautiful!"

Xia Hou's eyes were so glazed, and he was at a loss as to where he was, and the sullen dog's temperament came, suddenly than the storm in June. There was no warning. Xia Houzhen was deeply affected by the poison and still didn't figure out the rules. He asked with a narrow eyebrow, "What am I doing?"

Shen Yan said nothing, and looked at Xia Houyi resentfully.

"What the **** is wrong with me?"

What can he say? Does it mean that Xia Houyi will follow him for a lifetime not to marry his wife and children? Xia Houyi promised to stay in the palace, and it was a great gift to him. Shen Yan didn't open his face, and opened the window of the straight window to look out. The sky was already dark and drowsy. Several stars would hang under the dome of the sky, as if they would fall in a blink of an eye.

Xia Houhuan has no temper, don't say no, do you think he is willing to serve? Silently, he lowered his head to pack up the scissors and bandages, and in a blink he saw Shen walking away with a wooden knife.

"Are you ill!" Xia Houyun walked over to grab his wooden sword. "You don't need your hands?"

Shen Yan frowned. "No bruises and no bones, but a bit of skin is broken, are you?"

Grandma's, he was worried about eating salty radish. Xiahou was so angry that his eyes were dark, and then he thought for a moment. If this boy wants to torture himself, let him torture. What is he used to doing all day? If you are not sick, you have to get used to it!

Do not! I'm used to something wrong!

I glanced at the static iron in the bed. Xia Houzhen broke the jar and said, "Yes, you have to practice it. Today I will let you touch the real knife and see if you can."

The two walked outside, and the sky was as cold as water, and the light flowing in the shadow of the tree was like a star, the wind passed by, and the sound of the leaves whispered. Xia Houyi didn't wear a mask, half of his face was covered by tree shadows, but he couldn't stop his starry eyes. Shen Yan looked for a moment, and looked away silently.

Xia Houyi pulled out the static iron and handed it to Shen Ye, saying, "Face me with the back of a knife."

In the moonlight, Jing Tie lay quietly in Xia Houyi's hands, and the dark blade of the sword converged all the light.

The so-called famous knives on rivers and lakes all have their own legends. What the swordsmith uses his body to burn, and uses the flesh and blood to cast a peerless famous knife, destined to drink all the blood, the knife holder must not die every generation. Another example is the monster sword that has cut 8,676 heads of people. If you cut 9,999, you will be invincible. God blocks God, Buddha blocks Buddha.

But this is usually made by craftsmen to sell the knife better. How can there be such a thing in the world? Gan Jiang Mo Xie does not know if it is true.

Jing Tie has no story. It was born from the Garan Knife Furnace. Xia Houyi was his first master.

It has no past and no future is known.

Shen Yan grasped the handle of the knife. At that moment, he seemed to touch the crazy heartbeat under the quiet knife.

Xia Houyi said, "The knife is the assassin's lifeblood, and Garan will make it like this in your whole life. You have to hold my lifeblood and throw me in a hurry with you."

Shen Yun: "..."

Xia Houyi continued: "Before you wave the sword, you must be familiar with it, like familiar with your own body. You look at the knife carefully, the blade of Jing Tie is not good enough, and you cannot blow hair, but it can break the armor, it is a A knife used on the battlefield. "

"You used the knife on the battlefield to assassinate. Why?"

Xia Houyi sighed lowly, and said, "You can break armor, and you can naturally break bones. The abbot said, I'm not cruel enough, and a rough knife is more suitable for me. If you break the spine, it will still be fine. Well, the opponent will suffocate and die, but the skull is different, he will not die immediately, maybe he will become a fool, suffer from headaches, and then die.

"I heard that a compassionate butcher would feed it and drink a bowl of numbness before killing a pig, so that it would be killed unknowingly. We assassins don't talk about compassion. As long as they can kill people, they will do whatever they want. At any rate. "

Shen Yun sneered, and said, "How do you know that he was compassionate and fed the pig a drink of hemp? Maybe he just didn't want to hear the pig scream."

Xia Hou stunned and smiled bitterly: "You are right, the scream of a pig is really hard to hear."

Shen Yan held the knife in both hands, drawing a sharp arc, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, come on!"

He raised his usual droopy eyes, his eyes clear, and a thunderstorm hidden between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the murderous spirit was like a mountain, and Shen Shen sighed lowly. The blade of the knife collided with the blade of the wooden knife, and the fragile wooden knife quickly made a gap.

Xia Houyu was stimulated by Shen Yan's fierceness. The blood that had been silent for a long time was tumbling. He seemed to be back in the years of **** fighting, roaring in his body like a ferocious beast. He did not fight with Shen Zhen, but chose to sidestep, even if the iron blade was enough to break the wooden knife in two.

The wooden knife was flipped in the palm, and the two knives were entangled in the air. The wooden knife soon became scarred and chipped, like a child without crooked teeth. Shen Yan's sword was fierce, and Jing Tie was like a bloodthirsty ghost in the night, showing his teeth. But after all, he learned the knife shortly, and with his fateful play, Xia Houyi quickly grabbed his empty door, the wooden knife grid opened a quiet iron chop, sent a knife out of the oblique stab, and nodded Shen's shoulder.

Shen Ye didn't stop, his hands still waved down, and landed on Xia Houyi's neck.

"Hey, I hit your shoulder. You can't move at this time."

"I can." Shen Yan's eyes were firm.

He certainly can.

Men are as dead as iron. As long as he is still alive, he can chop the knife into the enemy's chest.

"..." Xiahou sighed, "OK."

The days were like water, slipping away quietly from the fingers.

Xia Houyi put on his pants, and suddenly found that the trousers were short. He couldn't figure out how many days he hadn't contacted Garland, and Garland hadn't sent anyone to look for him, presumably because he had died in the palace. He is now a Garan abandoned son.

Xia Houyi couldn't help thinking about it, and he didn't know what would happen if his mother knew it. The guy usually waved outside for a whole year. When Xia Houyi was eight years old, she was left on the mountain and left unattended. Children still don't know where to eat, drink or gamble, how can they care about Xia Hou?

There was an inexplicable trance in his heart. When I was on the mountain before, I didn't feel anything. After all, the children on the mountain had no father or mother. He had a great mother who could brag about him. At the foot of the mountain, he knew that his mother was inseparable, cutting new clothes and feeding meals, and the poor mother did not forget to carry the child on her back.

Only his mother, there is nothing like it.

When he opened the door and was about to go out, he nearly hit a little eunuch. Xia Houyi supported him and said, "I can't see you."

"Sorry, sorry!" The **** apologized with a thin voice.

Xia Houyi heard goosebumps when he heard this tone, and he waved his hand to let him go, and suddenly he glanced again and saw a bunch of paper lotus in his arms, and asked, "What the **** is this?"

"The lotus lantern, it will be the Chinese Yuan Festival in a few days, when the emperor will allow us to put a lotus lantern on Yuqing Pond."

Xiahou froze and murmured: "Life is so fast! Will the Chinese New Year be coming?"

The palace door suddenly noisy, Xia Houyun hurriedly walked over, a **** wearing a sunflower-breasted collar shirt came in with a collar coat, hit a stand in the yard, narrowed his eyebrows and swept around , Hanged his throat and said, "Are they all dead? No one greeted the door and no one handed a tea to call your father-in-law Shen."

The **** was so impressed that all the eunuchs were scared to stand with their necks shrunk. Xia Houzhen was about to meet him. Shen Xun had already come out with tea, and saluting respectfully: "The people below are not sensible, a little Take it easy, father-in-law. "

When the **** saw Shen Ye, his eyebrows were like blooming flowers, and he smiled at the moment, so he called the person to take over the tea cup in Shen Ye's hand and said, "You laughed, our house is a hall of the writing room. Eunuch Cao Ling, at the order of Father-in-law Wei, will bring you clothes. "Between talking, squinting and looking at Shen Chen, the eunuchs bent over and hooked back all year round. Nine out of ten had humpback problems, and their bodies were not loose. Spiritually, this father-in-law is just as bamboo-skewed, and the radian of the shrimp seems to be just right. It's no wonder that Father-in-law Wei looks down on him.

"Send clothes?"

"You don't know yet, the father-in-law of the paper room promoted Bingbi and vacated a seat. Father-in-law Wei said nothing and immediately ticked your name." Cao Lingmei bent, "After a few days When the father-in-law is free, you still need to pass tea to recognize the godfather! In the future, please also take care of Father-in-law Shen. "

Hearing that Xia Hou has been struck by lightning.

Admit father! ? Who **** recognize him as a gangster?

Looking subconsciously at Shen Zhe, he saw that he was standing quietly, as usual, and the fine porcelain cheeks had no grief or joy.

Shen Yan stared at the gold-lined cloak with deep eyes. The **** in the paper room was accompanied by the eunuch, and the housekeeper served by Yuqian, as usual, was required to wear a black hat with a black yarn, a collar with sunflowers, and this Cao Gong. But from then on, he was also a Weid's concubine. To put it ugly, it was Wei De's bull dog, who was on call, and called a few times from time to time, happy and lively.

He didn't fight, this **** luck fell on his head, was it God's will?

He reached out to take over the gold-lined coat, and his mouth slowly radiated a smile without temperature: "That's natural. Shen Yun also relied on his father-in-law to give him more instructions. In addition, the troublesome father-in-law greeted his father-in-law on behalf of Shen Ye. Toil, ask the righteous father to take care of his body, so as not to worry his son. "