The Governor is Sick

The moon hung brightly on the treetops, and was a little white and green, like an inverted porcelain plate. Occasionally, a dark cloud was seen. It was a peeling glaze on a porcelain tire.

Liu Shaoer lay alone on the carved shelf bed, the Zhuluo account hung, and the moonlight shone through her half-open window. She fanned the ball all at once, her eyes were on the talented lady in the red and green skirt painted on it, and she was upset for no apparent reason. She threw the fan, the fan bone slammed on the ground, and slid into the black paint. There is no shadow underneath.

She opened the cage with the dress she had bought recently. The red and gold breeches are everywhere, the horseskin skirt with woven gold and heavy silk, and the silver embroidery makeup with gold and red embroidery are all beautiful. She took each one out and compared it on her body, and walked in front of the mirror. The princess and the princess could not match her, so she went to sleep contentedly.

When he was sleeping soundly, a pair of cold hands pierced into the quilt, and Liu Shaoer woke up and woke up, now he was shocked and sat up and shouted, "There is a thief! There is a flower picker!" "

"Liu Shaoer, Liu Shaoer! It's me!" The comer covered her mouth and stopped her sharp voice. Liu Shaoer took a closer look and realized that it was the love of the book.

He froze a lot, his beard was ugly, and his face was dusty. Liu Shaoer stroked her heart for a while and then said, "You're going to die! Fool me like this!" Then, his eyes were red again. No more news. I still treat you like the man next to me! "

The smile accompanied the smile, and said, "But I come back every month after saving money! I am too busy to write a letter."

Liu Shaoer raised her head, exposing her porcelain white chin, and said resentfully, "If you abandon me, I won't be afraid! I still have a flattering face, and I will never starve to death."

"Where did you go?" The love of the book was anxious, and she couldn't help raising her voice. She saw that Liu Shaoer's eyes were red, and her eyes were soft like red makeup on the corner of her eyebrows. Believe me, I won't leave you alone. Even if I die, I need to leave enough money for you to live without worry for the rest of your life. "

The moon moved eastward, and the window lattice separated the moonlight into grids, like broken white tiles. Liu Shaoer took off his shirt with the love, and put his coat on a rosewood hanger. The shoes were not as dirty as before, and they were placed by the door, waiting for Minger to come over and clean them in the morning.

The two were lying together, gazing at each other, Liu Shaoer's nest in the arms of the book, and asked: "Erlang, seeing Qiu Yan is approaching, you can stop playing with that Xiahou Yan recently, it is serious to read."

The letter suddenly slumped, saying: "I ... I ..."

"Although your big brother really helped us with a lot of money, after all, he is not a serious person. Now I still have to look at his fees for you, and it is not good to break up with him for the time being. You will do it in the future. With the Master, you can't hang around with him anymore. "

The love of the book was twisted into a twist. He wanted to tell Liu Shaoer that he was a murderer and an outlaw, as Xia Houyi said, but he couldn't open his mouth. For a long time, I was frustrated and said, "Liu Shaoer, I won't go to the examinations, don't think about it."

"What! That Xia Houyi is unwilling to offer you!" Liu Shao sat up suddenly.

The story rose, and bowed its head, "I'm not the material for reading, you're disappointed. I'm good at doing business with my elder brother. That's it, don't say anything." After that, I fell asleep and went back, back Turn around, no matter how Liu Shaoer hits him, he doesn't say anything.

Liu Shaoer sat on the bed, looking at his white hands and feet and hanging them under the moonlight. The moonlight was like ice mixed with cold rays on his hands and feet, and his hands and feet became whiter and more transparent.

Liu Shuer is not uncommon for people like Xia Houyi. Mixed rivers and lakes run business, do some idle work, and some hit the big luck, can make a lot of money, but more than halfway overturned the boat, can not float up in a lifetime. What's more, the love of the book is followed by others to buy and sell.

The one named Xia Houyi had a bit of a head to look at. He had a strong spirit in his eyes and could make money. The clothes in her cage and the jewelry in her makeup were not bought from Xia Houyun's money in the letter? But people are other people, and the nerds like this can't do anything about the imperial examinations.

She has tried it out. The love of the book is a poor solitary lonely man. He has no father, no mother, and no family background. He had been mixing rivers and lakes with Master before, and now with Xiahouyu.

Liu Shaoer put down her tent, and suddenly it was so dark that the moonlight was outside and she could no longer enter. She lay down, exhausted, and was asleep. She listened to the man's heavy breath and closed her eyes slowly.

The letter went with Xia Houyi the next day, and Liu Shaoer stood on the high building, watching the two of them sitting on the barge slowly away. The man in black linen was Xia Houyi, squatting on a salt bag, and the gangsters didn't know what to say. The man in Yuebai's white collar handed a collar shirt was a letter, and waved at her since. Liu Shaoer turned indifferently and led the girl.

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Xia Houyi hurried back to Galan. Except for worshiping Xia Houyi and Chinese New Year, Xia Houyi basically does not return to Galan. At the foot of the mountain, the blue village is still small, and the thatched house is crowded together. Half-old children are facing each other on the open space in the middle. When they see Xia Houyun and the love story riding on the horse, they stop and look at the knife. Overcast, there is a cold energy, like rust iron buried in the tomb for a long time.

Xia Houyi knew that they were watching his knife on the horse's side, and with the knife they could hang their cards and leave the mountain. But they didn't know that most people would never come back.

Xia Houyu first went to the top of the black-faced Buddha to see the disgust. The guy had just returned from Waji a few days ago and brought him the gold-plated glass earrings worn by the Waji people. That place is very expensive, so people with identity can wear it.

"You wouldn't want me to make a hole in my ear to put it on, right?" Xia Houyi pinched his ears and flipped them under the sun, and the transparent glass reflected the colorful light in the sun.

He held his hair open, and his right ear had an ear-shaped earring. The light-colored glass resembled his eyes, clear and flawless, reflecting the ever-changing sky and clouds and the beautiful world. Only then did Xia Houyi find out that Perseverance only gave him a deaf ear.

"Good mother," Xia Houyi said, looking at his ears, "what do you wear this stuff for, mother?"

"Wamen's men also wear it," said Chih-yan, "the same ears, the same you and me, just right."

"We are Daki people, but not Watans." Xia Houyan drew the corners of his mouth, put the ears into a purse, and said, "I don't wear it to death."

Perseverance looked a little frustrated, but he didn't say anything, just turned to look at the sunset. At the end of the mountain, the sunset has already fallen in half, like a thin and torn piece of red paper-cut, affixed to the sky. The mountain breeze blew over, and it was cold on their faces. They sat on the top of the mountain, as if surrounded by clouds, surrounded by ink-like mountains, and feather-like clouds floating in the middle, flowing slowly. .

"Hang up, do you know where our Garan case is?" Xia Hou asked suddenly.

The reason why he came back was because of the case. Galan is very strict. Assassin's assassination has documentary records, including the life, preferences, family properties, assassination time, place, weather, and the person who chooses the sheath.

His mother had promised him to ask for a scabbard from Galan, but when he went to Liuzhou to find Xia Houyi, no one knew that the one who died in Beishi was Xia Houyi. At that time he thought that Xia Hou had fooled him, but now it seems that Xia Hou may have only one sheath. And that sheath, probably did not support Xia Houzhen at all, and did not know what method to avoid the blame of Galan.

So as long as you know how to find Xia Houyun's documents, you can find the sheath, and you can know who harmed his mother.

I was so tired for a long while and didn't speak. When the sunset was about to go down, I asked with my eyes down: "People who are dead, is it so important? Is it more important than living people?"

Xiahou froze and asked, "What do you mean?" He turned his head to look at the disgust, his eyebrows drooping, and the shadows of his eyelashes fell into his eyes, showing that he didn't often get deep.

Persevering, he didn't talk any more, but just led Xiahouyu into the cave, and pulled away the vines on the wall. A half-height black burrow cave appeared like an unfathomable beast, waiting to drink blood to eat people.

"The black-faced Buddha is empty, and the case is stored in the belly of the black-faced Buddha." Chiyan said.

"It turned out that the abbot came up from here!" Xia Houyi said, "Why don't you say it earlier that I climbed that long mountain every time."

"You couldn't go in originally," whispered, "But ..." He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Houyu, his big, dark eyes were quiet and peaceful, "I will help you realize as long as you wish."

"..." Xia Houyi didn't know what to say, he thanked him dryly, and bowed in.

Suddenly Suddenly stopped him and asked, "Small sister, do you want to be abbot?"

Xia Houyi turned his head and wondered, "Why do you do that thing? I don't want to be a bald man, knocking on a chanting scripture all day long."

Persevering no longer said anything, letting down the vines, the cave was suddenly dark, and Xia Houyu took out the flames, exhaled loudly, and the flames began to rise. Xia Houyi stood there for a while, thinking about what he was tired of saying. He didn't have a taste in his heart, he was a person who had no desire, so he regarded his wish as his own wish. But this seemed to be owing to boredom. The ears in the purse suddenly became heavy, and he suddenly remembered that he never thought about bringing something to weariness.

Hey, forget it. Xia Houyi no longer wanted so much and concentrated on the steps. I don't know how many steps down, at least a hundred or so, the front was suddenly open, it was a large vacant lot, and there was a large table, and there were bottles and cans on it. Xia Houyi took a few steps, and suddenly there was a small pebble under his feet. Xia Houyi picked it up and saw that it was a small pill.

There are several pots of flowers and plants under the surrounding stone wall. There is a flower in the middle without leaves. There is only a red flower with a large palm. The slender petals layering inward curl like a blood-stained fangs. This indescribable monster.

Shouldn't this place be a place for abstaining from addictive drugs? Xia Houyi thought as he looked. He had the urge to burn everything here, lest the abbot would continue to hurt people. But after thinking about it, he stopped, after all, he came to check the documents, it is better not to be extravagant.

There was a sudden groaning sound in front of him, and Xia Houxi hurriedly blew out the flames and moved forward, touching the dark. The moaning sound was getting closer, and the cave in front was flickering with candlelight. Xia Hou the cat walked on his waist and saw a row of paving draped against the stone wall. There were about a dozen people lying on it. They were all pale and pale, and their mouths were half-open, and some could even groan a little, and some of them were silent. It seemed that their lives were dying soon, and they were almost half dead.

Xia Houyi walked over and saw a few familiar faces. One of the assassins who defected last year was captured by Akiba, and then disappeared. Xia Houyi thought he had been beheaded, but he didn't expect to be here.

Xia Houzhen did not delay too much, and continued to go down. The next layer really is the case storehouse. Books taller than people are densely packed on the ground. Only one person can walk between the two books. With his eyes wide open, he searched in the dusty dossiers, and finally found the dossier of "Gallou" on the middle bookcase. It contains all the information about the galloirs of the past. He turned to the end and saw the portrait of Xia Houyu.

I don't know who painted this portrait, except that his face is almost nothing like Xia Houyi. The woman in the painting is eye-catching and smiles sweetly, like a harem girl who is not ignorant of the world. Where is she like a murderous gallo? But Xia Hou caressed the small statue, her eyes were still red. He wiped his eyes hard and turned the file backwards.

The dossier records the assassination of Xia Houyi from twelve years old to thirty-five years old. Xia Houyi turned directly to the back, wanting to see Xia Houyi's last battle, but found that the side had been torn, leaving only a few pages roots in the gap between the books, like a row of yellow teeth.

In fact, Xia Houyi had already expected it, but he was not reconciled, holding a little hope. Now, this hope is like the sand in the fingers, all of a sudden slipping away in the wind. Xia Hou stayed there for a long while and turned a few pages forward.

In the summer of April, Qianyuan, Ding Yan, Qingzhou, heavy rain. Gala Luo beheaded Ye Xiu on Chengnan Street.

Ding Wei, autumn and July of the twenty-seventh year of Qianyuan, a hundred-foot cliff, rain. Gala Luo beheaded He Kun, the He family's owner, in the He Family Archway.

In the summer of June 27th, Qianyuan, Jiachen, Taoyu, heavy rain. Galo Luo pursued Gentleman Sword II Mu Qing, a man in Wujia Village, and was surrounded by ten people, killing them.

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Xia Houyi turned several pages in a row. From the twenty-sixth year of Qianyuan, heavy rain, heavy rain, rain, rain, heavy rain ... all rain! It turned out that man had long wanted his mother to die! Qingzhou faces the sea, and it is the wettest in April. The Baiji Cliff faces the sea, and the summer and autumn seasons often have heavy rains. Tao Tao is the same. The man deliberately ordered his mother to go to assassinate in the rainy season, just to aggravate her injury!

Who, in the end, has the power to distribute the sale and purchase of Kalan Babu? who is it……

Xia Houyi's head hurt for a while, he knew the answer, the dark shadow appeared in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

But why did he do this? Xia Houyi was Galan's first sword, she never betrayed Galan. why? He turned back to the side where the figurine was painted. There was a faint line of ink in the footer, which was the name of the artist and was almost invisible.

It reads: 弑 心.

Xia Houyi's hands were shaking, and the dossier seemed to be so heavy that he could hardly hold it. Suddenly he was patted on the shoulder, and Xia Houzhen was shocked.

"It's me." Akiba turned from behind. "I knew that you would be here."

"Master." Xia Hou shook his eyes.

Akiba put the dossier back into the bookcase and whispered, "Let's go out and talk."

As soon as the words fell, footsteps came from the upper level, and the two were shocked. Xia Houxi quickly blew out the fire folds and hid deep in the book with Qiu Ye.

Footsteps were approaching, a man appeared in front of a candlelight, and Xia Houyi bowed his body, peering into the face of the man through the gap above the dossier. The man's face was blocked by the book grid. Xia Houzhen could only see a ball of light, and a lonely shadow dragged on the wall, shaking it up and down. Xia Houyi felt that his eyes were a little bit flowery. He looked at it, as if he saw the whole cave beating with that erratic ghost image, and once filled it.

The man did not speak, was silent, and stood at the place where Xia Houzhen just stood. Putting his hand on Galauro's file, he paused for a long time.

Finally, he pulled out the file of Gala Luo and turned to the page of Xia Houyi's portrait. He tore it off carefully and put it on the flame of a candle. The flame licked the small statue, and Xia Houyi's heart was stunned. He saw Xia Houyi's bright smile turned into ashes in the fire, scattered into the air, and there was no trace.