The Governor is Sick

"Do you look like I can sing opera? I would dance a little bit."

Xie Jinglan suddenly remembered the white light shot from Xia Hou's wrist before boarding the ship, grabbed his right hand, and chopped his sleeve. Xia Houzhen was unprepared and was arrested. Xie Jinglan took a closer look and wondered: "What the **** is this?"

He wore an iron wristband with a delicate little crossbow on his wrist, Xie Lan looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Why do you have such a thing?"

"Uh ..." Xiahou Ai, um, ah, ah, for a long time, did not say why.

"You mentioned your mother in the library before, and you just said you would go south and north. Could it be ..."

Xia Hou was full of sweat, his hands and feet were cold, thinking how he would get round this time. If Xie Jinglan knew that he was an assassin, it would be bad. Once the identity of the assassin was revealed, he had to evacuate.

Although he hasn't listed a sign yet, he's not a real assassin.

Xie Jinglan looked suddenly surprised and said, "Your mother is also a thief. Stealing is your family's ancestor? Then you can't call it a thief, you must be a thief."

Xia Houyi: "... you say yes, then ..."

Xie Jinglan lowered his sleeve and said, "You have to take care of this stuff, and you won't be noticed by others. I know that poems can be passed down and martial arts can be passed down. I didn't expect that theft can also become the father's business. Not a gentleman. Fortunately, you are good now, and you will work hard in the future, so don't do this again. "

Xia Houyun agreed in good faith, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead secretly.

Xie Jinglan looked at the faint clouds of smoke in the sky. Occasionally birds flew by, and he had to disappear.

If it turns into a cloud of smoke and birds in the sky and is ignorant, can it be without grudges or hatred.

He said softly, "Xiahou Hou, tell me about your father and mother."

"what?"

"I thought that although my mother was dead, at least I still had a father. He was only in Beijing and couldn't take care of me, but he still thought of me. I never expected that he would forget to have such a son." Xie Jinglan laughed without feeling, "You tell me about your father and mother. I am curious, what does it feel like to have father and mother."

"That, in fact, I don't have a father." Xia Houyi scratched his head. "I followed my mother from an early age. I used to live on the mountain. My mother was a big dog in our business. I ca n’t meet for a few months. But as long as my mother is free, she takes me to pheasant in the mountains, catch rabbits, and dig out birdhouses, which is fun.

"The conditions on the mountain are not good, especially in our land, where the horns and horns are often famined, and it is not easy to have silver. Sometimes my family ca n’t open the pot, and my mother leads me for many miles to other people's homes. I begged to eat rice. Sometimes my mother had a big face, so she could eat it, and sometimes someone else did n’t have rice. She took us out with a broom. But my mother taught me, do n’t be afraid. Ashamed, it's yours to eat. "

Xie Jinglan didn't know what to put on a good expression. After pondering for a long time, he slowly commented, "Your mother is ... so good."

From this point of view, it seems that she is still better.

Xia Houyi innocently thought that Xie Jinglan was really exaggerating, and embarrassedly smiled: "Although my mother is sometimes unreliable, sewing can make a big hole, and cooking can burn the house, but she However, we are very famous people. "Xia Houzhen danced excitedly, and lied casually, anyway, he could express that his mother is so good that she can go to heaven." Under the whole world, there is nothing my mother can't steal, Even the night pearl on the emperor's golden crown is like a spear. "

Xie Jinglan corrected: "The emperor does not wear a gold crown, wears a black gauze, and there is no night pearl on it."

"It's the same regardless of him." Xia Houyi waved his hands indifferently. "As for my father, hey, I also investigated who my father is for a long time. I think, my father may be a hero of Jianghu, according to me Mother's temperament, I would never like to be a white-faced scholar. Sooner or later, he will ride on a horse to pick me up and my mother, and when we do, we will be in trouble.

Sometimes, there is hope on the contrary. Like Xie Jinglan, his mother-in-law was his own funeral, and his father-in-law was plainly in front of him, and he could not have any dad, a robber.

Although the two knew, Xia Hou's heroes of the rivers and lakes were just bubbles in the water. If you poke with a needle, they would disappear without a trace.

"Then where is your mother now, why did she sell you to a bitch?"

"My mother picked up a deal and went to Xiyu. Before leaving, she entrusted me to my uncle. My uncle thought that I was in trouble and sold me. He said that when my mother came back, she would buy me back."

"..." What kind of family is this.

Xie Jinglan suddenly felt that Xia Houyi's ability to grow so well intact was such a blessing that he had cultivated in previous lives.

"But my uncle said that our business is a life-saving business. No one on the mountain can live forty years old. This time I went to the Western Region and lost two seniors. I don't know if my mother can come back safely."

"It's so dangerous? Why, then, why take this sale?"

Xia Houyi didn't want to explain in depth, he said in concealment: "Hey, what we do is subject to coercion and involuntarily. We have a boss who will kill him if he doesn't do it."

Xie Jinglan couldn't understand. Fortunately, he was not a person who asked questions. Looking at Xia Houyi, he also guessed that this was their secret. Inconvenience to say more, he had to awkwardly comfort: "It's all right, your mother is so powerful , Sure to be able to come back to pick you up. "

Xia Hou sloppily answered.

Uncle Duan said that the Western Region was dangerous and unpredictable, but he insisted that his mother was invincible. Not because he really believed in his mother's strength, but because he didn't want to think deeply.

For a moment, Xia Hou had a little wine on his head, flushed, turned his head to see Xie Jinglan, his frown was slightly lonely.

Xia Hou rushed over, holding Xie Jinglan, and said with a smile: "Why, can't bear to be grandfather? Rest assured, grandfather will come to see you at every turn! We are good brothers!"

Xie Jinglan turned his head and hummed, "Who is your good brother, you are my book boy, and my lieutenant!"

After that, he dropped his eyes, and the crescent-shaped eyelashes made a shadow under his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes. He knew for a long time that no one could stay with him forever. Mother went, Aunt Lan would go, and Lotus would go. Xia Houyi was no exception. The difference was only early or late.

Sooner or later, there is something to do, but you don't have to take it too seriously.

Without a trace, he broke away Xia Houyi's hand and walked on the stone road with a sullen head. No matter how Xia Houyi shouted behind, he did not look back.

When Lianxiang and Aunt Lan heard the good news, they were all happy. Seeing Xia Houzhen really helped Xie Jinglan, Lianxiang no longer treated him with cold eyes, made rice cakes in the evening, and brought Xia Houzhen a copy.

However, Xia Houyi gradually realized that no matter what he did, Xie Jinglan was like he couldn't see him, and didn't respond at all. Even if Xia Houzhen accidentally poured tea at Xie Jinglan's feet, Xie Jinglan just raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, then walked away and went to study. With his mouth shut tightly, he refused to say a word to him.

It is said that according to the old lady's temperament that he couldn't see a little stain in the past, he should have shot the case and jumped into thunder.

Slowness, such as Aunt Lan and Lianxiang, found Xie Jinglan's wrong, and secretly discussed that the young master's temper was much colder. Who pulled the tiger's whisker and offended the young master. The two of them introspected each other and felt that they could escape the suspicion, so they came to Xia Houyi for questioning, but poor Xia Houyi was still confused.

Xia Houyi hadn't figured out why, Madam came over there, and brought a pile of books, pens and inks, and a complete set of cabinet desks. The first uncle yelled as soon as he entered the courtyard: "Oh, how did Master Three live so embarrassingly, there isn't even a study, how do you guys do things? The room was leaked and I didn't know to report to the housekeeper. Come on, come on, come on, hurry up, get this packed up, you have to get a study! "

Lianxiang muttered in a weird and strange manner: "I don't know where the demon wind blows the weasel."

This is really strange. Usually there are so many people in Qiuwuyuan, which are usually unattended, and they are more noisy than one, and Xie Jinglan is so noisy. The uncle accused Aunt Lan of being awkward, and was picky about Xiahou's head and head. He allocated four or five maidservants to stay and waited, and he fortified himself as a book boy for Xie Jinglan. Xie Jinglan refused to save Xia Houyi's rice bowl, and placed the child in the study to do odd jobs.

In fact, Xia Hou Yi Ting hoped to be in the higher ranks, and stayed in the den every day to see how good the book was.

"Master Three, I have just sent the four treasures and one application in the study room, which is really unfortunate. The old lady personally went to the street to buy, and invited the craftsman to go to the cabinet to fight the cabinet and the desk. You see, these are all good pear flowers and trees. , I hope the young master can't blame him. "I stepped forward and blessed, said.

Xie Jinglan nodded expressionlessly, said nothing, pointed to Xia Houyi, and asked him to take some pen and ink to send to the back room. At the same time, the order prohibits anyone other than Xia Houyi from entering his bedroom.

嬷嬷 The look changed. I never thought that the child was young and knew Liwei.

If Xiahou Xun knew that Xie would have a stomachache when she thought about it that way, Xie Jinglan was just thinking that the people outside were not clean. You know, the only Xia Houyi who can enter his bedroom must take three baths a day under his intimidation, although Xia Houyi's three baths are to pour three buckets of water.

The craftsman was building the house, tinkling, and Xie Jinglan turned a deaf ear, greedily stroking the dream rice paper. The soft touch made him enchanted. He used to practice writing on rough grass paper. Although Xia Houzhen sent rice paper the last time, he didn't dare to use it. Now he can use high-grade rice paper in the right way.

He looked carefully, the same as in Xie Jingtao's room.

Can't wait to grind the ink down, the tip of the nib lightly, the ink smudges the paper surface. I wrote a few words, barely catching the eye. Looking up, he saw Xia Houyu bored his new book boredly, handed the pen over, and asked Xia Houyu to write a few words for him to see.

Xia Houzhen did not quit, and wrote his name at the moment. Xie Jinglan looked at it and felt that he had spoiled such a good rice paper. The word was really informal, and the branches spread freely. The pattern discharged by the ants was more beautiful than the word.

"I haven't practiced it. I wrote and wrote blindly. You look at it blindly." Xia Houyu put his pen down and held his head to watch the chicken flying out of the window. "The old lady and your father are virtuous. Become a disciple of Dai Shengyan, and this brings so many things to me. "

Xie Jinglan had a pen and ink pen, and she felt a lot brighter. Just when she wanted to take Xia Houyi's words, she remembered that he should hang him, and if she was about to exit, she would hold up her pen and concentrate on practicing the characters.

Xia Hou was confused and wanted to break his head and didn't know where he had provoked him. He stared at Xie Jinglan for a long time, suddenly wondering a bit of alienation from Xie Jinglan's performance in these days.

In addition to not talking, this guy also avoided meeting him. Originally living under the same roof, he didn't see his head looking down, but Xie Jinglan didn't even cross him in the past few days. If it were n’t for today's elder lady's pen and ink, Xie Jinglan suspected that the people outside were not clean, and he would not be able to enter the back room.

But good, why did this guy alienate him?

The door was suddenly slammed. Xia Houyi pushed open the door. Liu Ye, who had spoken before, stood at the door and said to Xie Jinglan, "Master, Madam, you have been very good lately, and the rules of Chenxing Dingding Province cannot be abolished. These few You are weak and have n’t taught you the rules. Now that you are a disciple of Mr. Dai, you naturally need to know the etiquette system. After dinner in the evening, your wife invites you to study etiquette in the main hospital. Wrong, a joke. "

Xie Jinglan nodded coldly: "I see."

The two fell into awkward silence again. Xie Jinglan didn't care and picked up the book to study.

Xia Houyi was weird to stay in the study, Xie Jinglan, the wood nerd only knew how to read a book, ten sticks couldn't make a fart, and worked hard to be a saw-neck gourd. Xia Hou was so bored that he sneaked back to the house to sleep and was caught by the newly arrived Liu Ye.

Seeing Xia Houyi was not pleasing to the eye, Liu Ye took this matter and made a lot of comments on Xie Jinglan's face in one afternoon. Xie Jinglan heard the pain in his head and let Xia Houyi sleep in the den.

Anyway, the door was closed, and no one knew if Xia Houyu was drinking tea or sleeping in it.

It was just that Xie Jinglan couldn't help doubting that he had slept up and down, and who was the master and the servant. Speechless and speechless, Xie Jinglan still confessed himself to refill himself with tea, polished his ink, and by the way pulled a quilt slipping on Xia Hou's body.