The Governor is Sick

The corpse was lying on the ground, the blue and white porcelain bowl was broken, the flies were flying around, Shen Wenxing held up for a while, but finally he could not hold back, and vomited under the patio. A pot of rhododendrons was placed on the side of the counter, which was red and bright, opened like fire, and the soil was red. It was splashed by blood when the old treasurer was chopped down.

There were seven dead. The assassin really wanted to kill was Eunuch Wang, who died in the middle of the lobby, staring at the pillars on the roof, and saw that he had been cut throat before he could run. Two people fell under the table, the **** of Wang eunuch, left and right, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. The assassin used a Galan two-handed knife and cut his throat. The remaining three were buddies. The former servants died on the threshold, all of them were beheaded. The terrible sword was extremely severe, almost cutting them in half. The assassin should be afraid that they would go to the officer and bring them all to fruition.

Situ Jinxian frowned, looking at the corpse as he said, "This assassin is extremely fierce, all of them are fatal, without any procrastination. The descendants found that the Prince had provoked several rivers and lakes last month and beat them in prison. A few died, I'm afraid the people in the rivers and lakes sought revenge, and they bought a Galan assassin to take revenge. "

Shen Wenxing vomited all the acid water in his stomach before returning. He answered: "It's deserved too. The **** Wang inherited a son from a relative the previous year. He was uneasy. Overlord, the powder head on the Qinhuai River can be stacked into eighteen Luohan, and he owes a debt. The **** Wang ’s family has been emptied for more than ten years. It's not worth it. "

Shen Ye glanced at him, and saw Shen Wenxing's knee-embroidered tattoo on the leak, holding her fan in her nose, and said, "Go away, stay away from me."

Shen Wenxing knew that his supervisor was happy and clean, and he could not see the dirty things. He moved to the side with interest.

There was a loud swearing from the kitchen, and then there was a shattering of dishes and a crackling sound like ice. Shen Yan glanced over, several fanzis pulled over a unkempt man, and pushed him forward.

"Master, find a living mouth."

The man looked at some crazy monsters, drooling at the corners of his mouth, and kept thinking "Ghost is coming! Ghost is coming!" Opening his eyes, he saw the pythons with teeth and claws on Shen Ye's body, and he went mad and kicked his feet. Climbing back, holding a post and shouting, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"He hid on the beam of the kitchen. The assassin was assassin at night, and the beam was dark before he escaped." Fanzi said, "It's a pity."

Shen Ye winked, and immediately a man went up and took out a carved agate snuff bottle to the man's nose. It was a thing that Luosha ghost passed in, and it was refreshing. Sure enough, the man smelled, his mind was clear, and he looked at Shen Yan dumbly.

"My family asks you, what have you seen?" Shen Yan asked.

Men are still dull.

Shen Wenxing gave him a slap. "The governor asked you, what did you see? What did the assassin look like?"

One side of the man's face was facing the patio in the middle of the courtyard, the small courtyard in the south of the courtyard, not large, in the middle, the blue porcelain pot was filled with tuberose, and a few drops of blood were splashed on the white petals. It's a little bit strange. The man saw Xiangyu that night, stunned, and stuttered: "He came from ... from there ..."

"Where? Where?" Shen Wenxing followed the man's eyes.

The man climbed up tremblingly, and suddenly took out a wild goose knives around the waist of the fan. The crowd was startled and pulled out their sheaths to surround the men.

"He stands there, like this, you see, like this!" The man picked a wooden stick from the ground, stood slightly bowed, crossed his hands, drawn a weird arc, suddenly raised his face, and messed up. He showed a sloppy smile, "Aesculus kalan, the unknown ghost, sent the father-in-law to bliss."

At that moment, Shen Yun seemed to see the assassin stepping on the moonlight covered with silver frost, holding the long, sparkling sword in his hands, and walking towards him slowly.

In silence, he spoke, his voice coinciding with the mad man, deep and hoarse.

"Can you see the knife he used?" Shen Zheng waved his hand, signalling that Fanzi should not be nervous.

"Seeing it clearly ... seeing it clearly. Hengbo, it is Hengbo!" The man loosened his hands, the knife and stick fell to the ground, and he fell to his knees. "Ghost, he is a ghost!"

Shen Yan's unshaken face finally had a crack. Under the pipa sleeve, where no one else could see, his fist slowly clenched.

He seemed to see the assassin's face gradually becoming clear under the moonlight. It was Xia Houzhen's twenty-one-year-old mature appearance, but he showed a strange, dangerous smile.

Seven years, they have been seven years apart.

Shen Yan frowned and remained silent for a while, but he said nothing.

"Hengbo?" Shen Wenxing made a fuss, "Isn't Hengbo a Gala Luo's thing, why was he picked up by this unscrupulous ghost?"

"Is there a file of an unknown ghost in the East Factory?" Shen Min asked Situ Jin.

Situ would like to answer: "Yes. Among the assassins who have gained fame in recent years, this person's file is the thickest. The tall, decapitated household in Suzhou was also killed by him. This man is fierce and vicious, compared to Galauro. It's better than it, it seems that Yi Rongshu is still there. Jin Yiwei investigated it for a long time, but so far it has no clue. "

"I'll see it when I get back to Beijing for a transfer." Shen Yan commanded, and he walked down the steps. Situ Jin and Shen Xing and his party followed him vigorously. The Dana of the East Factory is naturally a battle of mountains and rivers. Outside the inn, there was a circle of people watching it. Shen Shen's eyelids didn't blink, he stepped on the carriage on Shen Wenxing's shoulder, and he was not seated yet. There was a letter and a gold wire in the crack of the curtain.

Fanzi said outside: "The concubine handed out her words, and the Lord Du Fu dialed a dang to take a look. The network was called by Zhu Xia, who was next to her, and said that the governor came back last time to ask for peace. She saw the governor The Lord ’s fan did n’t hang a confidant. I think it ’s because people do n’t care about it.

With a deep sigh, Shen threw out the sash out of the sash. The slack was fluttering, and under the sun, like a butterfly with folded wings, it was falling beside the wheel. The carriage was moving, and the wheel was pressed on the slack, marking a deep rut. Seal.

After changing into light clothes, Shen Yun turned to the Qinhuai River and went upstairs by boat.

At dusk, Hongxia is reflected in the water, and the waves are shining, like silk cut by scissors, and like the fat on a woman's cheek. The night hadn't shaken yet, the girls had already come out, waving colorful sleeves on the side of the ship, the sweet and charming aroma scattered quietly, being held by Jiang Bo, rippling in the waves. There was a girl holding Hu Qin to sing Wu Ge minor, a soft and tortuous tone, and after listening to it, people were drunk and could not find North.

On the banks of the Qinhuai River, thousands of households opened to the water, and some river houses cut steps into the water, and the daughters-in-law squatted on the steps to wash their shirts. The clothes seemed to be covered with red glow. The cargo man supported the boat, like a small leaf that drifted with the water, carrying the stuff full of the boat, intermittently snorting and drinking a few times, as it spread out far and far along the river.

Counting this, this is the first time Shen Zhen returned to Qinhuai River. When he was still studying, Dai Shengyan took him to the Confucius Temple, and spoke "Poetry" on the top of the chasing the moon tower. On the river is a fireworks site, and Dai Shengyan has always kept him away. He still remembers the crab yellow bag chasing the moon, taking a bite of juice, revealing Huang Cancan's fillings.

"It's a real treasure. I don't know how many times it is more elegant than the eight big alleys in our capital. I heard that most of the prostitutes here are from Yangzhou skinny horses, and they started to learn to play, play, and sing. They all wrote poems and lyrics. It ’s better than the champion. ”Shen Wenxing smiled, turning his head to look at Situ Jin, who had no expression on his face,“ Master Situ is working hard to guard all the way. If not, I ’d like to rest here tonight. Come?"

Situ Jin looked down at him, looked away, still looked at Min Jiangbo, ignored him.

Wang Batouer met Shen Yan, and raised his eyebrows, and handed in a gold-painted curled folder, which wrote the track in lower case, "Master, what song do you like to hear? Our girls will sing, you Even listening to Eighteen Touches makes it. "

Shen Yan ignored him, Shen Wenxing took the discount, but didn't look at it, and only said: "We are from the north. The guys have a good taste and only listen to Kunqu. I wonder if there are any girls who can sing?"

Wang Batou laughed and was about to answer, and suddenly he came to the sound of talking, like a voice coming out of a palace. He narrowed his eyes and looked around, and his heart was stunned, and he bent down quickly, "Some masters, please come with the younger."

The night was dark, and the river houses on both sides of the river were hung with lights, and the lights became a string of huanghuang, like two golden canals on the Qinhuai River. The servants supported the bamboo picks and hung red yarn lamps on the eaves of the building. The shadows were red. Men and women fed each other under the shadows of the lights. The wine was mixed with smooth and sweet smiles, like an unreal dream.

Wang Batouer introduced them to the second-floor box on the second floor, and he didn't take a towel to clean up, so he went alone. This box is at the forefront of the building, with windows on three sides. The windows can be seen from the starry river. A set of yellow pear wood tables and chairs are placed in the middle, and a few golden lacquered snail benches are placed against the wall. It's for the sultry people who sing songs. There is also a fake painting on the wall. Shen Wenxing took out Pa Zhe to set up the table and chairs, and Shen Min Fang took a seat.

Sitting still, Shen Xun asked Shen Xing and nodded. Shen Wen walked to the wall and took off the painting. A small grid with a wide palm appeared on the wall. He opened the grid, and a star light leaked out of the box next door. Shen Wenxing smashed the wall, which was a very rhythmic three meals. Opposite the back of the four consecutive walls, Shen Wenxing nodded towards Shen Yan, standing back.

"The villain met the governor in his old age." A voice of a middle-aged man came from the other side of the wall. "The villain has gained the trust of Galan and has taken over the crypt in the Confucius Temple."

Shen took a sip of tea and said, "Very good. Don't let our family take care of cultivating you. As long as you work for our family, your wife, mother, and mother will naturally not suffer."

"Thank you, Lord!" Gao Nian nodded twice on the ground before he got up again. "I don't know what question the Governor called the villain to come today?"

Shen Zhuan rubbed the white porcelain cup in his hand and asked, "How much do you know about this unknown ghost?"

Gao Nian groaned for a while and said, "The villain has just been in Gala for one year, and Gala has rules. There is no question about killing. There are no killings. The dark piles are usually tight-lipped, and occasionally only reveal one or two. The villain can only hear Some gossip, just afraid it's not true. "

"tell me the story."

"This man's real name is called Xia Houyi, the son of his predecessor, Galo Luoxia Houyi. He has only become famous in recent years, and is considered a rising star, but he has a bad reputation in Galan. He, like his mother, never touches us. He did it alone, and the villain heard others say that he dug several dark caves by himself. "

"Oh? Where do you know his secret cave?"

"I don't know," Gao Nian said. "His dark cave is only known by Tang Shiqi and Shu Qing."

"Who is that?"

"The governor has lived in Beijing for a long time and is in the deep palace. I have never heard of rumors in the workshop. Now a poem is popular in the Qinlou Chu Museum and the tea house and wine shop-'Jinghong Zhaoying came with an arrow, and Spring City's flying flute was full of ghosts crying. Hengbo was full of sorrows, and he forgot all the evil spirits of Sichuan. ', Which is the weapon of the three of them. Zhaoying is a crossbow machine of Tang Shiqi, a child of Tang Men, who was arrested by Liu Guizang three years ago. To,

Xia Houyi saved him, and he has followed Xia Houyi's work since then. Two years ago, Xia Houzhen sneaked into Tang Men in the form of Tang Shixi, burned Tang Jing's Jingji Building, and escaped with the wings of the government. Now they both went to Tang Men's hunting order. "

"This embarrassing duty has been used to beat the governor," Situ Jin said. "The embarrassing duty has sent someone to Tangmen for questioning. The Lord of Tangbao said that the unknown ghost stole the 72-door mechanism of Tangmen and stole the agency's flying wing. On the day when the unknown ghost escaped, the Tianluodi net was laid in advance on the two cliffs in the first sky. The disciples of Tangmen who were chased by the wing were trapped on the net and watched the unknown ghost flew down the Jialing River and escaped by boat. "

"Later, he sneaked into various martial arts and stole hundreds of swords, and now even the Seven Star Chain Swords far away in Tianshan have been brutally killed." Gao Nian said.

He is for revenge. Stealing organ surgery is because the sword is not good, and it is difficult to beat Liu Guizang. The purpose of practicing the Baijia Swords is to find out the best way to restrain Qi Jiadao. Shen Chen nodded his knees, and the gold embroidery thread on his knees roughly scratched his hands, dull pain.

"What is the second weapon?" Shen Min asked.

"A flute in the middle of the flute is a weapon of love. He is a fledgling cucumber egg, said to be Xia Houyi's brother. Xia Houyi's life deals have been led by the love. It is said that the child was timid Cowardly, not a material for assassins. As for the third one, it is naturally Shoubo. "

"Xia Houyi is not an assassin's material, but he has become a frightening assassin." Shen Yan coldly said, "Let you pay attention to the location of Galanshan Temple, can you be eyebrows?"

Gao Nian sighed: "The villain is under the supervision of the governor, and there is still no clue. Galan's rules are strict, and those who violate the rules will no longer provide July and half. Everyone keeps his duty, and dare not cross the thunder pool. But the governor knows the Garam dungeon? "

Shen Min looked up, "Dungeon?"

"The underground city is not a city, but it is relative to the city on the bright side. When there is white, there is black, when there is light, there is darkness. There is a station in the court, there is a station in Kalan, there is a tea house in Fang City, and so is Garan. There are even trick houses, ticket numbers, and wine shops. Robbers, thieves, fugitives, prostitutes, assassins can all settle, tip, eat, and drink in these places. They can do anything ordinary people can do. "

"The dynasty in the dark," Situ Jin whispered.

Shen Yun sneered, "Is Garan Abbot the king in the dark?"

"Not all." Gao Niandao said, "The dungeon is not run by Garan. Garan is only one person at each station and is responsible for receiving past assassins. The dungeon is shared by the underworld. The robbers provide food for the thieves, and the prostitutes warm up the assassins. . Those who can't see the light live there. "

"Let's walk under the sun. I thought this screwdriver could only spin around in the gutter. I didn't expect to build a decent city out of the quilted corners." Shen asked Xingguo.

Shen Yanyan: "Who are you pickling?"

Shen Wenxing saw that Shen Yan's face was not very good, and he didn't know which inverse scale of Shen Yan he had offended, and he knelt down and slaps his mouth, "My son has a lot of words, he should fight! He should fight!"

The moon rose, white and overcast, like a bird rolling white breasts, and crouched on the roof of another's eaves. There was a small boat patrolling over the pulp, and there was a cymbal playing the pipa, singing Wu Di's gentle tone with a bright voice. The paintings and boats sailed side by side through the layers of poplars and green shadows, and moored into a series of tall culverts. The singing voice accompanied by the rippling river water was sweet and drunk, like wine mixed with honey.

Shen Yan had an unreal feeling. All he saw was singing and dancing, but in the shadow of the beautiful scenery, there was a huge city hidden on the back of Daqi. Xia Houyi walked there, appeared on the street in the dark, chased his soul and demanded his life.

"You are doing well in old age. Your wife, mother, and mother will all get the care they deserve. Your son is now in school, and his poems are good. Ask him and show him."

Shen Wenxing responded, took a stack of rice paper from her arms, and handed it to Gao Nian from the small square.

Gao Nian wiped her tears while watching, and said, "Fortunately, this baby is prosperous. Unlike his father, he has no ability. Supervisor, thank you for your cultivation. I will take care of you, so rest assured."

Shen Zheng just nodded, and the sound of the harp on the boat suddenly stagnated, causing a harsh scream.

At the same time, the side of the square suddenly shot a short black arrow, which made a whistling sound like a bird of prey. The whistling sound was sharp and sharp, as if it were going to get into human mind. Shen Yan evaded quickly, short arrows brushed Shen Yan's hair, and shot the candlelight on the lamp holder behind him.

All of a sudden the room was dark.

"Alert!" Situ roared.

The wall was penetrated by three long-handled knives at the same time. The partition wall of the two boxes was a half-palm wooden board. After the assassin slashed, he hit the wooden board with his shoulders and stepped into the heavy box. In the dark night, only the plain white moonlight penetrated the window screen, shining a little light. In that white and miserable light, the assassin who darted forward like a charm.

The sound of the pipa on the river suddenly turned, Shen Shen didn't move, holding the porcelain cup in his hand and listening quietly, he could imagine the prostitute's pale fingertips quickly plucking the strings, like disturbing a pool of Jiangbo, the sound of the piano was like a pearl The sound of a crisp sound like the floor fell.

Situ Jin's roar rang through the whole building. The drunken client suddenly burst out, pushed the woman in his arms, and pulled out the sharp goose-knife hidden under his robe. At the same time, they threw hooks and hooked the second floor of the curly banquet, and the robes spread out. People saw the black scatter under their robes.

The windows on both sides were broken by the Dongchang Fanzi, the window lintel and the door panel were torn apart, and the assassins quickly turned around. The three-foot-long cricket knife collided with the golden lacquer goose razor blade, and the blade of light splattered like a clear splash.

Cluttered footsteps, the sound of swords joining, the sound of tearing flesh, the sound of women falling into the water are intertwined. In the dark, cold white moonlight, everyone is moving, except Shen. He looked at the infinite galaxy under the waves of Min Jiang, and suddenly thought of Xia Houyi's eyes. Suddenly he felt empty and sad.

He suddenly understood why it was difficult for Xiahou Hou to accept him as a father in the early days, and he stubbornly asked him to go to the examinations again. It's just that you can't escape or evade anyone's fate.

The sound of the piano is turning again!

Fingers are picking strings faster and faster, Shen Ye seems to hear thousands of troops crossing the long river.

Suddenly there were many black assassins under the water, each wearing a white porcelain mask, and the pale mask only opened two black eyes, without a nose and a mouth, like a ghost without a face. However, as they boarded the ship, a row of fans suddenly appeared! It turned out that they were already hiding under the ship's side, just waiting for the assassins to board the ship. Fanzis sent out sharp blades at the same time, blood splattered, and assassins in black had been laparotomy before they got on board, and they fell one by one from the Qinhuai River. The dark red blood was drawn into a dense black stream, like a red pupa of a Geisha, fluttering.

"Hands on the lamp!" Situ shouted sternly.

The candlelight was rekindled and the compartment was lit again.

Shen Min finally saw the situation inside the house. The sashes were ragged, and the fans stood still. All three assassins were taken down, and one had his arm broken. Gao Nian was lying on the floor of the next room, with an assassin's dagger in his chest, and blood sprang out along the blood trough.

Shen Yan coldly ordered: "Catch the pipa girl, she is a sheath!"

Fanzi rushed out of the box like black tide and jumped into the water. The woman on the boat saw the situation, lost her lute, and dived to escape. But after all, she didn't have the speed of Fanzi, and the dark red blood flow quickly appeared on the water.

Gao Nian groaned on the ground, his face was dead, his hands scratched on the ground.

In fact, Gao Nian had been accidentally exposed long ago, and Galan promised him heavy money and asked him to seduce him. But where do these homeless desperates know that there is something more important than life in this world. And those things, pinched in Shen's hands.

Situ held his hand, and whispered, "But what else is there to explain?"

"I ... I have done my duty ... my wife and children ... mother ..."

"Yes, the Lord will take care of them." Situ would look at him with a determined look.

Gao Nian nodded, "Xia Houyu ... Xia Houyu also has a maid named Mingzhao ... very ... very strong, inseparable from Xia Hou ... let the governor ... beware."

Shen Yuran was startled, and could not help asking, "What maid?"

Gao Nian is no longer able. He opened his mouth a few times, his eyes were completely out of sight, like a dry dry well, his head tilted, and he died.

Shen Ye grabbed the collar of an assassin and asked coldly, "What maid? Tell my family clearly, otherwise, our family wants you to die."

It was a man with a shaved face, his eyes were cold, and his eyes shot like a poisonous snake. He didn't answer Shen Wei, only whispered, "Dongchang Governor, your name has been written in Garan's lifebook. Garan remembers you."

The cold smile floated to the corners of Shen's lips, Shen Wenxing was close, and when he saw Shen laughing with a chilly expression, he shuddered unconsciously.

In fact, Shen Yun does not like to laugh. He smiles at a person either because he is prepared or that person is in danger.

"Don't say?" Shen Yan stood up, his face in the shadow of the lamp, half in the light and half in the dark, there was a kind of cold sorrow, "Isn't Fang Cunzhen still short of people? I gave him a flower, but it was clear Li asked my family to be the medicine man in July and a half. He had previously caught a few Garan dark piles and sent them over. I heard that they were tossing to death? "

"It's not, it's not dead, it's the blood of Qiqiao and the five senses are lost." Shen Wenxing answered.

"Okay, then send them all together."

"What about those assassins outside?"

"Only these three are Galan assassins, and the others are all dark piles. Kill me and use a three-handed knife, but we can look down on our house." Shen Yan smiled coldly.

The assassins were towed away, and the room calmed down. Everyone was afraid to leave without Shen Shen moving.

He was standing alone in Dengying, not knowing what he was thinking, Shen Wenxing turned his eyes a few times, and winked at Situ Jin, who ignored him.

"Situ," she said suddenly, "what if Zhu Mingyue changes and becomes a person you don't know at all, what will you do?"

"No," Situ Jin said.

"I'm just making an assumption," Shen Min said impatiently. "What if she changes?"

"I mean," Situ Jingding said, "Mingyue is my wife, no matter what she becomes, I recognize her."