The Governor is Sick

State funeral.

The death knell of the temples in Beijing was ringing. From morning to night, more than 30,000 times, it was buzzing and tinnitus-like. The white crickets on the street, when leaving the festival, the paper money left by the festival was still scrolling in the air, like flying white butterflies, fluttering on people's faces and shoulders, everywhere. During the state funeral, drinking and meat were forbidden, and the street vendors were gone. The pig killers also went home to lie down. The soldiers in the Five Cities and Horses Division patrolled every day.

The Rouge Alley was as slumped as a cemetery, and every house had its doors open, revealing a black hole in the shophouse. The grandmothers and relatives leaned against the door and sighed. They are probably the saddest emperor in the capital.

The new emperor is His Royal Highness, who is said to be a ten-year-old Mao child. Their people are not very interested in who the emperor is. They just look forward to the new emperor's ascension to the world, amnesty and tax relief.

The most talked about in the room was Shen Yan. I heard that on the day when people were taken around at night, it was Fu Wang who brought Wei De to force the palace. In a critical moment, Shen Yun summoned the three camps in the suburbs of Beijing to rescue the driver. He happened to catch Fu King with a knife and chased down His Royal Highness. I would like to shoot an arrow. Wei De also dropped the law, the queen was mad, and the old emperor struggled. After giving the widow to Shen Wei, she drove on the spot.

Some people say that Shen Zhenzhong is righteous and bold, and some people say he hit the luck. But no matter what, he has now become the official seal of the Secretary of Li, and the **** of the Dongxue Factory, under one person, over ten thousand people, before the palace, facing the horse. On the day he was born, he rode on the white horse, with a plain scatter, a slender figure, a cold side face, and a crowd of black funerals. The most striking thing was him.

Of course, only Xia Houyi may think so. Anyway, he glanced at the long line of civil and military officials, and found Shen Yan. Shen Yun was safe and sound, and he was promoted. He settled down and walked back to Yunxianlou with his hands.

The injuries were almost recovered, and Hengbo's affairs had to be on the agenda. He went to the smithy to buy a mouth knife. He didn't have enough money to buy the cheapest goose-fin knife. The blade of Bai Liang gradually widened and narrowed from the edge of the blade, and a little condensate was collected at the tip of the blade, which was flat and thin.

He spent three days at the gate of Shenfu. The door of Zhu Qi was closed all day, and two white lanterns were hung under the eaves in front of the door. Shen Zheng never came back, as expected, he sat in the top chair of the eunuch. What's the matter in the palace he should not care? The emperor had just crashed, and the new emperor had just ascended the throne. He must be watching the piles and pieces, and there was no time to rest outside the palace.

He was relieved, and one night, he turned in through the exterior wall. Dive into Shenfu three times, all three times from here. Nothing else, just to recognize the way. On the first round, go left, and on the second round, you have not touched Shen's study and bedroom. You should go right this time.

The lacquer is dark and black all around, and there is no lantern, and the shadows can see the rockery formed by the stone walls of Taihu Lake. A small lake is circled in the middle, and the sound of ducks flapping their wings is heard. One of the paths of the black cricket passed by was a black tile and white wall. A fan-shaped wall hole was dug across a section of road to reveal the shadow of the other flower and leaf. In the night, the white walls are dark gray, the leaves and flowers are dark black, and the world is covered in shadows.

He touched all the way, the cold and terrible in Shenyang Mansion, the houses that came along were dark, quiet, and no one lived. After turning over the door of the cave for one month, and turning into the corridor, there was gradually a voice. The houses in the front were lit with lights, and I thought they would live there. There was a cough, a spitting sound, the soles of the shoes were rubbed on the ground, wiped the sputum. There are also women and children talking, the children's voices are crisp, the women's voices are soft, and they come over indistinctly.

He squatted in the darkness for a while and walked far away. After passing through the hall, I saw several closed doors. The subordinate's residence has passed, and this is the host's residence. He listened against the door, determined that no one was inside, unlocked it, and the cat touched it quietly.

Adjusted to the darkness in the room, he saw the situation inside slightly. It's about Shen Shu's study, with a rosewood black lacquer flat case in the middle, and a white porcelain bottle on it. Behind it are sandalwood bookshelves, scrolls and books are meticulously laid out, and on both sides are four legs and a square, a clay incense burner, and a pot of flowers. Shen Yan is from the Jiangnan region, and he crawled and rolled in Beijing. He did not touch a little bit of oil and gas from the people from the north. His bones were still delicate and elegant. It was as pale as a landscape literati painting. Ink color, clear and cold, exudes a sense of immortality.

He went down and searched a little, but Hengbo's shadow was not seen. It seemed that the room was not. He went out through the other door, passed through the narrow gangway, and entered another room. Here is about to put the sundries, there are many treasures in the open space, there are many things on it. Xia Houyi walked over and looked at them one by one. There are crossbow machines, daggers, sleeve arrows ... Shen Yun and the habit of storing weapons? Xia Houyi felt strange, and when he turned around, a figure was struck five steps away, and Xia Houyi froze.

When did this person come in? He didn't even realize it. Xia Houyu sweated in the palm of his hand, and put his hand on the handle of the waist. No, this person should have been in this room long ago. Xia Houzhen secretly blame himself, and slowly backed away. The man didn't move. Xia Hou turned and ran, and ran to the door. There was no movement behind him, and the man didn't catch up.

Xia Houyi felt strange, stood there for a while, and walked back again. The dark figure was still standing by the wall, without moving at all, not even changing his posture. Xia Houzhen dared to pass, with the dim light, the man revealed little by little, a wide-sleeved dress, a white porcelain mask, and a shiny braid.

It's night.

Xia Houyi: "..."

He turned around to look at the things on the treasure shelf, the light was dim, and he didn't recognize them. All these weapons were his handwriting. There is also a shelf on which he keeps notes of the institution, a book of music, and a catalogue of the Spring Palace that he has kept for many years. Many cages were stacked against the wall, and a cloud of copper was attached to the head. Xia Houyi opened them one by one, all his clothes inside. Black sackcloth of the same style is neatly coded inside, stacked like tofu. In addition, all his gowns, stickers, and even trousers and sweatshirts can be found.

This is really a ghost ... What's wrong with Shen? Picking up his tatters? Xia Houzhen hooked a sweat towel with his fingers and reached under his nose to smell it. And his mother washed it.

From this point of view, his dark cave is basically exposed. These things were originally placed in the dark caves. Several crossbow machines and Zhao Ye on the shelves were originally in the Liuzhou dark caves. Some of the clothes were from Hangzhou and some were from Jinling. Dongchang's ability to track is really not blown, I don't know what happened to Tangxi's goods, shouldn't he be caught by Dongchang?

Xia Houyi thought for a while, and began to look for Hengbo.

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The gate of Shenfu.

A white horse stalled slowly, Shen Wenxing laid the low stool by the side of the vehicle, Shen Ye came out of the curtain and stepped on the low stool. The wind was cold at night, and he was wearing a cloak of black clouds and a pale face.

Shen Wenxing walked in front of the ochre yarn lamp, and the faint light illuminated a section of the road, like a thin layer of rouge on the ground. Shen Yan walked slowly on the ground rouge, few people in the house, quiet. His mansion is not like the mansion of Beidi people. It has high walls and thick tiles, and is simple and heavy. He still has the habits of the Nan people and the taste of the Nan people. Bridges and flowing water, pavilions and water pavilions must be as beautiful and exquisite as the landscapes of the south of the Yangtze River.

But after all, I do n’t return often. There are many things in the palace, and I'm often too busy to touch the ground. This house doesn't necessarily come back several times a year. The moonlight melted, the courtyard was empty, like a large water tank, and the moonlight was the cold water in the tank, soaking people cold. Most of the gardens are closed, and the trees and trees are sensational, which is a little less popular.

As the new emperor ascended the throne, everything in the palace was almost handled. The little things left are left to the hands of the people. He sneaked back, intending to get up early tomorrow morning to worship his ancestors. Weid Fuxi, he wanted to tell Aunt Lan to rest her. Passing the study and about to go to the bedroom, he suddenly stopped. In the shadow of the gallery, the door of the study was unlocked.

Shen Wenxing frowned, and said, "The people here are not careful, the godfather doesn't come back often, and they don't do their best!"

Shen Min raised his hand and motioned for him to shut up. Shen Wenxing snorted and stood with his neck narrowed. Shen Zhen walked over, slowly opened the door, and the figure sank into the darkness in the room. Shen Wenxing knew there was something wrong and hurried to call someone.

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Xia Houzhen squatted on the ground, holding his left hand in flames, and rummaging in the cage with his right hand. There are too many cages and it's hard to find them. For the first time, he knew that his clothes were so many, and all of them were black linen in the same color. Hengbo still didn't find him. He scratched his hair irritably. Shen could not put Hengbo here, where else?

Suddenly, there seemed to be a dark cloud floating over his head, and a dark shadow covered it, and all of a sudden Li became dark. Xia Houzhen shuddered, turned his head slowly, seeing Shen Yan's eyes down, and looked down at him condescendingly. The light of Huozhezi illuminated the lower part of Shen's face, golden, like a gilt idol. The other half was hidden in the darkness, and his eyes, nose, and lips were covered with a shadow. He had no expression and stared at Xia Houyi innocently.

Xia Houyi quickly extinguished the fire, and the room was immediately dark. Xia Houyi stood up and ran away. There was a sharp whistling of the knife cutting the air behind him. Xia Houyi drew the knife and turned back to block. With a click, his newly purchased goose-fin knife broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Xia Houyi: "..."

The black sword followed the scene, and came instantly. Without light, five fingers are out of reach, and Xia Houyi can only avoid Shen Jian's knife by hearing and intuition. Darkness gives Xia Houyu an advantage. He is an assassin and darkness is his family. Walking in the blood of Daoshan throughout the year has trained him to be sensitive to danger. The air around him is his most sensitive antennae. No matter which side is cut by the blade, he can immediately respond.

Shen Ye noticed it, so instead of fighting, he retreated. The two were dormant in the dark, and Xia Houyi rolled sideways and hid in a row of treasure chests. Suddenly Shen Li's side lit, and a candlelight ignited quietly, lighting up most of the room. He held the fire light, his eyes were cold and lonely.

Suddenly Xia Houyu found himself wrong. In the darkness, he didn't know the direction and got out of position. Now Shen Qiao guarded the door.

"Who are you?" She asked.

Xia Houyi didn't speak. He covered his face, Shen Chen could not recognize him.

"Weideyu Party?" Shen Xuan lowered the candlelight, and the models came over, the skirts swayed between the walks, and the gold thread glided darkly.

Xia Houyi picked up a knife on the treasure shelf, which was a sword in his collection, and called the ghost to cry. It is said that it is extremely sharp, and can even cut off the golden stone. When it kills people, it will cry sternly. Xia Houyi used it several times, crying is deceiving, sharp is true.

"Home thief?" Shen Zhen asked, pulling out the knife again, the pure black blade slowly came out of the sheath, restrained and dull, but cold and ghostly.

It's Jingtie.

He also uses static iron. Xia Hou stunned for a moment. why? Obviously hate him, why use static iron?

"None?" Shen Yan raised his eyes coldly. "Who the **** are you?"

Sword like a mountain! Shen Min held the knife in both hands, splitting violently. The black knife cut open a room of radiant candlelight, and approached with sorrow-like coldness. Xia Houyi quickly pulled out the knife, and the moment the blade came out of the sheath, the blade was like water and the light was like a beast! Xia Houyu bowed diagonally, blocking Shen Ying's fatal blow, and the two were shaken back by the force of the blade collision.

Xia Hou turned around and changed his moves. He held the knife in his hand and stepped forward. The arc knife's lines were twisty and beautiful, with a **** beauty. The blade approached quickly, but Shen Shu avoided it. He lowered his back, his blade scoring an inch above the tip of his nose. The two met and then separated, using only one breath.

At the moment of separation, Xia Houyu's face was cold, and Shen's hand passed around the trowel and grabbed his veil. But it doesn't matter, he changed his head, prepared with both hands, and was not afraid of exposure.

"Stabbing," Shen Min lost his veil and asked, "are you a Pirate?"

He said something slang, and Xia Houyi didn't understand a word.

"Not a pirate," Shen Yan looked at him contemplatively, and smiled coldly. "It is Shangjiro."

Xia Houyi was shocked. This can be guessed!

"Guess right." Shen Yan looked at his expression and said resolutely.

"Supervisor, do well," Xia Houyi laughed, "return Hengbo to the villain."

"Yes?" Shen Yan smiled coldly. "Hengbo is mine. How did you return it? Shangjiro, our family has given you a chance to live. Since you don't want it, let it go!"

Xia Houyi turned his head and ran, Shen Ye chased after him. There was a sharp whistling behind him, Xia Houyan bowed his head, and Wu Heiyan flew over his head, piercing the door in front of him. When Xia Houyi rushed into the study, Shen Qiao caught up with him, and the short soldiers met again. Both sides used the fast knife round to cut in unison. In the narrow room, the blade turned wildly. The moonlight outside the window was on Xia Hou's trowel, and the reflected light shook the room. Bookshelves, tables and chairs were inevitably caught, and sawdust flew across. The blades of the two were like a violent storm, densely turned, and the blades collided with each other like a pipa, and big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

The blades struck each other, and the moment the light splattered, Shen Yan smiled suddenly. It was a **** smile, which contained a deep-seated murderous power, and Xia Houyi's heart was cold for a moment.

"I've figured out your knife," Shen Wei whispered.

In a short time, the sword changed!

The static iron turned into ghosts, and the shadow of the black sword overlapped with each other. Under the cover of darkness, Xia Houxi could hardly see where the static iron was. There was no knife light, nor the tearing sound that cut through the air. Jing Tie hid on the side of Shen's sleeves, followed Shen's sudden footsteps, and swept towards Xia Houyi's arm when the two met.

Blood ran down, flowing down the carpal bones into the fingers. Shen Wei is very strong and incredible. Xia Houyi couldn't believe that Shen Jian's swordsmanship was clearly taught by him, but what he is facing now is not the Garan knife. But very familiar, seems to have seen it somewhere.

"Don't fight, Shen Yun," Xia Hou said, "I don't want to fight you."

"Is that so?" Shen Yan smiled slowly, the arc of his lips rising with a **** smell. "But our family has no plans to leave you alive."

Do you have to die and live? Even if he ran into the market, he is no longer an indiscriminate party, is it inevitable? "I don't want to kill you, Shen Yun." Xia Hou whispered softly, deep sorrow hidden in his husky voice, "I just want the waves."

Xia Houzhen adjusted his breathing, bowed his sword, and held the fierce sword in his left hand to his chest. His whole body changed, sinking like water, the blade of light pressing against his palm, hiding his front.

The third breath was completed, Xia Houyu stepped forward, the black sleeves were unfolded, and Ruofei flew into the heavy darkness. The sharp blade in his palm immediately appeared, and Daoguang splattered from the black sleeve, as if the beast spit out its fangs.

倭刀 术 · 虎 突.

Shen Yan let it pass, the trowel rubbed the blade of the static iron into the darkness, and the orange sparks were fleeting. The first stab goes short! Xia Houyi quickly withdrew the knife, and in the blink of an eye, the second stab was out! Shen Ye was obviously surprised for a moment. Jingtie failed to catch the second stab. The edge of the guillotine pierced his left chest. Shen sighed dumbly, but Xia Houyi did not continue to go deeper, but pulled back the knife, the blade Picking up, the back of the knife hits Shen Ye's right hand, throwing Jing Tieyao out.

There is no way to fight without the weapon!

"Do not fight……"

Xia Houyi just wanted to speak. Shen Ye took out the crossbow under his cloak, the machine exploded, and three crossbow arrows fired together. Xia Houyu missed the time to dodge, the crossbow dart into his arm, his arm ache, the sword fell to the ground, and the next moment, the heavy fist hit his cheek, Xia Houyu hit the whole shelf with his whole body, then fell to the ground, books and scrolls Crackled on the head.

His grandma!

Xiahou's teeth were blown away. He propped himself up and spit out blood. Blood dripped on the booklet under his face, and he subconsciously looked at it. It was an official document with ink pen crickets, small heads, densely packed, yellowish pages, and it looked like some years. In the moonlight, he saw his blood dripping handwriting:

Xiao Zhong, the chief of the Hangzhou Fudong Factory, was in violation of the order and wanted to kill Xia Houyi.

Xia Hou should not be hurt in the slightest, and if he violates, the penalty is the same.

What does it mean? Xia Hou stayed for a moment, and then reacted, unharmed ... Shen Yan was looking for him, not killing him! He shivered his lips and stood up with the document. He remembered that Shen's swordsmanship was exactly the same as that of the assassin who Liuzhou rescued him, such as ghosts and charms, unpredictable, and such tricky swordsmanship. He had only seen this once in his life. No wonder his clothes and weapons are here, no wonder Shen Shen is still using static iron.

Shen Yan, this guy with a brain in his head, why is his mouth so hard!

Xia Houyi opened his mouth to call Master. Just before the word "Shao" was spoken, the tip of his tongue became numb and his whole body began to soften.

"I forgot to tell you that the arrow was coated with anaesthetic," Shen Min said.

He struggled to hold his body open, and the lonely frost-like man stood in the moonlight and looked at him indifferently, with no expression on his face, and his eyes were as cold as snow. Fanzi's footsteps sounded, and the torch illuminated the courtyard. Shen Yan's face was half red with the light, and the cold white face was a little warmer, but the look was still cold, and it could be cold to the bones.

He walked out without looking back, the black figure was getting farther and farther. Ma Yi finally spread to the limbs, Xia Houyu fell to his knees, and fluttered heavily on the ground. He stretched his hands hard, his fingers stiff enough to sink into Shen.

"less……"

He was happy and sad. It turned out that Shen Zhen was still holding him, he didn't regard him as an enemy, they were still friends, and always were.

This dead-headed guy approached him for ten years and never gave up. He felt that he was like a lonely wild ghost returning to his dreams. The night was too dark, he lost his way, fluttered, and he did not know how many miles he had walked, and finally found the way back. He was so stupid that he didn't know Shen's temperament. He had a bad heart. Don't twist it like a twist. He even believed Shen's ghost words.

The tide of all the long-lasting memories is generally back. Climbing the wall together, reading books together, practicing swords together ... idiot, he scolded himself, stood up quickly and told him, you are Xia Houyi!

But he couldn't stand, he was going to die, in the hands of Shen Zhen, his best friend.

His vision was getting blurred, and darkness fell above his head.

It's too late, too late ...

Shen Yan went away step by step, and the cloak of flowing clouds blended into the night. Xia Houyi's fingers were loose, and they were finally engulfed in darkness.