The Governor is Sick

East Factory Yemen.

Shen Huan sat on his head and listened to the conversation. The large plaque of Chijin Wudi is hung high, and the letter "Bai Shi Liu Fang" is written on the back. He has a lie-relief of a dragon dragon plate, his teeth dance, and his teeth are now visible. On both sides stand two ebony candlesticks, two water-milled nannan circle chairs on the ground, and one-colored gold-plated chairs. Shen Wenxing waited on his side, holding a fan to gently fan Shen Ye, and Situ wished to stand aside.

Shen Yan looked pale and not very energetic. He has been busy with his feet for more than half a month. He has been sleeping in the night for days, but yesterday he didn't sleep well because of Shang Erlang's affairs, even the iron man couldn't stand it. The sun was just outside, and the fierce sunlight shone into the hall, and he stared at the flying dust in the light, like many small green hoees.

"Supervisor?" Qianhu from below called out quietly.

Shen Zheng returned to God, "um" said, "You said."

"Wei Deyu ’s party Xu Shou went out of Beijing yesterday. He sent someone to follow him as instructed by the governor. As long as he meets with other Wei parties, we will win it in one fell swoop. To go to sea in Tianjin Wei, someone has been sent to guard. "

"You need to take care of these things. You don't have to go back and forth to our house. The Wei De flag has fallen. These little fishes and prawns are holding their heads and scrambling, but they can only go to the sea and go through customs. You can search along the way. Here. "Shen Min held his forehead and closed his eyes." Now it is important that the case is not Wei Deyu's party, but your scornful things have caused trouble to our family. When our family has the momentum, we can't hesitate one by one. It ’s southeast and northwest of Qing Dynasty. Not to mention the thief of Shenfu, I will say that the ancestral temple that has been erected in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and lakes. Our family is not dead yet. Hurry to set up the ancestral hall for us. The screwdriver was so rude that he could drown people by spitting. It is our house that dared to drown, does it matter to you? "

"Dare not dare," Qianhu sweated like rain, "The governor is angry, and the people below are also filial piety. Pray for the ancestors to have a long life and a long life without bounds. A few days ago, Master Wei of Jizhou also sent a white deer. Come here, it ’s all good intentions, but I did n’t want to cause trouble for you! These unseen dogs, who are inferior, ordered them to search everywhere and tear down the shrine, so do n’t repeat it! ”

"Being an official in the DPRK, you have to be cautious, White Deer is a descendant of auspiciousness, and it should be given to your Majesty for fun. What is the reason for sending it to our house? It all passed." Shen Yan frowned.

Chino Nuo said yes.

Another post officer posted a small step and hurriedly said: "Back to the governor, Shen Fuyu has searched and understood that nothing was lost except for one document. The document has been found on Shang Erlang, expecting He stole it in his study. "

"Official document? Is it really Wei Deyu's party?"

"I don't know yet. He woke up once and tried to escape from prison, wounding several soldiers, and almost made him succeed. Fortunately, he arrived in a humble job in time and used his sentence to calm down." The prisoner paused. He asked, "What should this person do? Continue interrogation or ..."

He pondered the table and groaned. Although the man was Xia Houyi's friend, he repeatedly challenged his bottom line, which was really hateful. Also stole the official documents in Shenfu, I do not know what the purpose. It's an eventful season, he just came to power, the foundation is unstable, the Qingliu eyes on, and the queen mother is not a good woman. Everyone was staring at his mistakes, and he was fussed a little bit. His credo has always been to kill 10,000 people, and it is always a hidden danger to keep that person.

Shen Yan slightly raised his eyes and said gloomily, "You don't have to keep it, just kill it."

"Yes." The post officer quit.

Shen Yan picked up the tea cup and whisked the tea foam with the cup lid. He suddenly thought of something and asked: "Last time I asked you to check the origin of Shang Erlang. Has there ever been a result?"

A fanzi arched his hand: "It has been checked, and the documents have been handed to you a few days ago. The supervisor is busy, and you should have forgotten to see it. This person's origins are not clear, there is no family register, no household signature, only one year is found He joined the army in Taizhou half a year ago, and Beijing, who has advanced for half a year, is now helping out at Yunxianlou. By the way, Shang Erlang is not his real name. He is called Xiahou Laoer in Yunxianlou. I don't know which is the real name. "

The porcelain cup slammed on the ground, and the tea splashed heavily. Everyone was frightened, Shen Wenxing said "Ouch", busy pulling his sleeves to help Shen Yan wipe the tea stains on his lap. Shen Yan waved him away, and asked with sullen eyes: "You say it again, what is his name?"

Shen Ye's face was so pale, Fanzi didn't know which sentence offended Shen Ye, and he said abruptly: "Xiahou ..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Chen stood up suddenly, and hurriedly walked out, shouting, "Hurry up! Call back the sentence!"

The people got the order, without asking why, and ran away.

Shen Yan paled and rushed out. My mind seemed to have sun through clouds and fog, and suddenly I understood everything. On the homonym of Shang, it is the antonym of Xia's homonym. Erlang, second child, second cow ... Second is Xia Houyi's ranking! That idiot is Xia Houyi, so he will be easy to look at, so he knows Jingtie, so his eyes are so familiar!

But he just sent someone to kill him, he ordered it himself!

Shen Yan's liver and bowels were cracking, and the time in his eyes was red. He ran, the wind screamed in his ears, and he dragged a long list of people behind him, all rushing after him, yelling "Master!" He turned a deaf ear, passed Jingzhong Hall, and passed through the small flower hall. The corridor was tortuous, and the red columns of Zhulan were stacked on top of each other. For the first time, he hated that the East Gate of the factory was so large and complicated.

Xun diverged, he didn't care. He didn't stand firmly when he went down the stairs, and he rolled down, he didn't care. Climbing from the ground, tourmaline beads and seals rolled on the ground. He didn't have time to pick it up. His knees, sleeves were dirty, and there was no empty tube. He just went crazy and went to prison.

He hasn't been so shameful for a long time, and the calmness of calmness, calmness of thinking, and thinking of planning have disappeared without a trace. He is Xie Jinglan. He is going to find the book boy who waited for ten years, Xia Houyi.

Shen Wenxing and a group of fans followed in a pant and panicked, and she was shocked to see Shen Ye fall from the steps, but Shen Ji immediately got up and ran again. Shen Wenxing shouted "Supervisor" and picked What he fell to the ground. Situ frowned and said, "Don't chase after that, you should go to the Physician, prepare a carriage, and the governor will not take Xiahou Gongzi back to the house."

"Master Xiahou?" Shen Wenxing stared in surprise.

"Come on." Situ urged him.

Shen Wenxing understood, and even "Oh" made several sounds, hurrying away with the tourmaline beads and the seal.

Shen Huan was still running. He did not see the posted prisoner along the way, and his heart was cold. After finally getting to jail, the disgusting blood smell came over, he could not smell it, and walked in with his lips. The prisoner and a bunch of princes were pestering at the door of a cell. When they saw him coming, they came around and greeted each other.

Stopped, not yet started. His mind settled a little, and he walked into the cell. Situ Jin also arrived and drove the people away. There was a dumbfounded head with something in his hands. Situ Jinjin pulled the man into his sleeve and pulled out a string of red and clear stars and moons. Situ Jinjin turned his face cold, turned him over to the fans, and turned his head into the cell.

Shen Yan walked over with a stiff leg, a figure lying on the ground, his face down, his hair scattered, his two hands could not be seen anymore, and the hands with sharp bones were swollen like hoees, all blood, red and black, Stick together.

His heart seemed to be choked up, and he hugged the people on the ground in a hurry, calling him inconsistently: "Xiahou!"

Xia Houzhen did not respond, his eyes were closed, his lips were dry and white, and cracked like a scorched field. Only one night and one morning time, the East Factory tortured him like this. Shen Yan was sore in pain that he didn't dare to touch his hand, and only shrugged his shoulders, shouting at him in a loud voice.

"The governor is not panic. Father Gong Shen has already passed on the doctor. Please take the person out first."

"Yes, yes, hold people out." Shen Hao's spirit returned to the nest. No matter how capable, there is nothing he can do about being braided on the chest, not to mention that he himself stuck the knife in his heart, and hate nothing to hate, no grudge, no choice but to blame himself.

He hugged the person horizontally, carried it to the compartment, and laid it on the carved bed. The Physician who had been there early in the morning fixed his eyes and told Shen that it was only a flesh wound and did not hurt the bones. He would slowly raise it for a while. Said to give Xia Hou Yi medicine, bandage bandage. Shen Huan was still not assured, and asked again and again, and took note of the supplements he should eat before he felt relieved.

Xia Houyu slept in a bed of mixed color, Shen Xun ordered the man to bring water, and twisted the paraffin with water to wipe the dirt on his face. There were looming scars under the white ramie gown, and Shen Zhen untied the gown, and the scars on his body were in sight. It is pale and lumps on the bronze chest and abdomen muscles. The body of this man is almost like being stabbed by thousands of swords, and his flesh is almost intact. The line of sight shifted, and there was an age-old wound on the right shoulder, stitched across the line, the skin clenched at the scar, slightly sunken, like a long trench.

That was Shen Ye's own sewing.

The name can be changed, the face can be changed, but the body cannot be changed. It was him, it was him, Xia Houyi.

Shen Yan's tears fell down, and he turned to see Xingyue Bodhi resting on the bedside. He picked up the bodhi seeds and laps around Xia Houyi's wrists hanging on his side. The dark red beads are shiny and shiny, like a piece of red beans, and they hold the thoughts and prayers that he has missed for years.

It turned out that there is a Buddha in this world, and they all heard his wishes.

But he was too ruthless, too terrible. Lord Buddha would punish him, and he would make fun of him. They sent all of them back to him, but they wanted him to destroy him.

Tears smashed on the beads, Shen Yan fell deeply, put his forehead on Xia Houyi's arm, and closed his eyes. It is praying and remorse.

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It was already afternoon when Xia Houyu woke up.

The blue satin account blocked the light, and he opened his eyes and saw the shadows of bottles and bottles outside the table and chairs. The mattress under him was uncomfortably soft, and he felt as if he was lying in a cloud. The nose is scented and is emitted from the bedding. He knew that the mattresses of rich people would incense. My hands were bandaged, like a big hoe, and it hurts.

He sat up and raised his tent, only to find that his gown had changed. The old-fashioned Hang Luo obscene clothes are fluttering, and you can't feel the weight when hanging on your body. It was passed by someone else, and it seemed to bring the person's temperature and breath, and fluttered on the tip of his nose.

This room is also owned by others. Carved stepping bed, Eight Immortals Lohan couch, Shui Mo Nan chair and footstool, two feet high cloisonne square bottle standing on the door. Sleeping for too long, Xia Hou's head is still a little confused. Whose house is this? He stood up, walked a few steps barefoot, and on the wall hung a red python robe with gold embroidery threads. He suddenly understood that it was Shen Wei.

His black ramie linen was hung on a sandalwood hanger, and his hands were hoe-like. It was hard to evoke. He put on his clothes very hard, put on his shoes, and opened the door and went out. I've been in the room for too long, and the glare on the outside, Xiahou narrowed his eyes and adapted for a while, before he could see the small courtyard in front of him, the green brick floor, the two tanks under the steps, and withered, there was a pear outside the wall tree.

Like Qiuwuyuan.

The past is like a crow feather falling on the eyelids. He seems to see two teenagers many years ago, one is studying with a boring head, and the other is looking for a grasshopper in a flowerpot. He slowly sat down on the steps and looked at the courtyard in a daze.

A woman walked in through the door of Yuedong, raised her eyes and saw him, "Yeah".

He stood up, bowed to her, and said, "This aunt, I don't know where the factory is now.

"You say you, your body is still awake, why did you get up?" The woman limped over and took his elbow. "Auntie? You used to call my sister, how can you be an aunt now? Spell me older than you, isn't it? I'm Lianxiang, Xiaoyu, don't you recognize me? "

Xia Hou froze and exclaimed, "Lianxiang?"

The woman smiled with a smile, round face, and a pair of eyes smiling with a twist, Yun Yun swept up fluffily, and swallowed up a swallow hairpin in the back of her head. She wore a moon-white solid veil and turned to the left when walking. She had her legs broken when she was in Xiefu.

After a long absence, the change of lotus fragrance has been tremendous. She looked much richer, combed the woman's bun, and seemed to be married. Unexpectedly, Shen Huan was able to retrieve the lotus fragrance, and Xia Houhuan was happy.

"Hey, you kid, so grown up is so uneasy." Lianxiang held his hand and asked, "Looking at this swollen, I don't know how long it will take to raise it."

In fact, this was a minor injury to Xia Houyi. He didn't hurt his muscles and bones, but he was a bit uncomfortable when he was tortured. When he was still wandering in the blood and blood of the corpse mountains, he had walked around Lord Yan for several times before returning. This injury was a trivial matter to him. Xia Houyi said it was all right, Lianxiang asked him, "Hungry or not, I'll go to the kitchen to get you some food."

Xia Houyi shook his head again. He had no time to eat. He still had a stomach problem and wanted to ask Shen Ye. After asking, I want to apologize.

Xia Hou said: "Sister Lianxiang, where is Master? I want to find him."

"Aren't you hungry?" Lianxiang didn't answer, and asked him again, seeing Xia Houyun shaking his head, and said, "I'll take you to a place before seeing the young master."

Xiahou was confused, but went with Lotus.

Along the way, Lotus Xiangxu Xu talked to him, and he knew how Shen Xiang met with Shen Xiang and how he entered Shenfu. Lianxiang was already a mother-in-law and a mother-in-law. Later, I went to Beijing to discuss my life, and when I was selling big cakes on the road, I happened to meet Shen Yan who was passing by. She didn't dare to recognize it at first, and shouted to her brother Xie Jinglan, Shen Yan looked over, she knew that this must be the young master.

Shen Ye took their family into the house. The man was working in the kitchen. She was the housekeeper in the house. A few days ago, Shen Zheming fell to the ground, she and her husband and children went to Situ's house to take refuge, and it was only a few days before Shen Zhe destroyed Wei De. Her man didn't know anything yet, and thought it was Lianxiang's good luck, so she followed. Lianxiang pursed her lips and laughed, pulling Xiahou across the waist door.

"My master talked to me a few times, and I didn't know everything. But I didn't know what I knew so much, I, as long as you two are safe and well." Lianxiang carried the skirt, crossed the threshold, entered The instrument door. She pointed to the front. Xia Houyi looked up and saw the two big characters on the ebony plaque-"Ancestral Hall", with vertical lines on each side, looking in, the courtyard was deep, and the shadow of the tree was swaying. This ancestral hall is very strange. The ancestral halls of other people often have to write the surname, such as Xie's ancestral hall, Li's ancestral hall, but there are only two bare characters on the plaque here.

A sandalwood shelf was placed in the middle of the shrine, and Hengbo was lying on it. Behind Hengbo is the table for the spirit. There are only two spirit cards, one left and one right, quiet and safe, as if waiting for many many years.

Xia Hou walked in, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if there was a thread holding him, leading him, and letting him go inside.

"Come in and watch, Xiaoyu."

Xia Houyi glanced at her, her lips moved and she didn't speak. Lift your foot into the threshold and walk slowly inside. The further you go inside, the clearer the words on the spirit card on the left. There is a blue and white porcelain jar behind the Ling brand, not too big, like a wine jar.

That's the ashes.

Tears came out as he walked. He looked back at Lianxiang, and she was still standing by the threshold, waving a papa to rush him, "Go in, she has been waiting for you for a long time."

He turned around and walked in step by step, stepping on the moss spreading on the stairs, stepping on the dark blue tree shadow of the mother-in-law, and the light spot shook and moved. He seemed to have gone through many years before entering the silent shrine.

The transverse wave knife lay quietly on the knife stand, and the scabbard of the dark shark skin converged all the sharp brilliance, simple and silent. Rosewood Muling wrote her name in block letters. A few years ago, the name was used in the mouths of countless people.

Over the years, the backlog of heavy hatred and sorrow and sorrow and joy residing in the bottom of my heart turned into tears. He knelt down, burying his head between his arms, and his tears were falling like rain.

"Don't go in and see him?" Lianxiang asked the man leaning behind the wall.

Shen Wei missed half of her body and looked across the courtyard to Xia Houyu kneeling in the temple. He could only see Xia Hou's black back, like the dead leaves in the frost wind, shaking tremblingly.

Shen Yan shook his head, clearly looking forward to so many years today, dreaming, thinking without dreaming. But when he got close to the door, he was afraid. He didn't know what he was afraid of. He walked on the blade for so long, he never knew what he was afraid of, but at this moment his heart hung up and couldn't let it go.

Xia Houyu stayed in the ancestral hall for a long time, the sun was tilted westward, the orange sunlight came in, and the floor was covered with tiger stripes. Xia Houxi came out and asked where Lianxiang Shen Shen was, and Lianxiang gave him directions. Where the finger is pointing, the sky is burning red, the corridor is deep, the red maple floats down and squeaks under the feet. The man was sitting deep in the corridor, revealing a lonely white back.

He didn't wear scatter, long hair like splashing ink spread behind him. He wore a plain deep suit, no expensive and imposing gilt lying line, and no fierce taunting dragon python. A three-foot frozen lonely cold and unattainable expensiveness were unloaded, leaving only a thin, tall back, sitting in the court, listening to the autumn sounds of the courtyard.

Xia Houyu walked over and sat down beside him.

Tao Li Chunfeng has a glass of wine, the lights of the rivers and lakes night rain for ten years.

They didn't ask anything, didn't say anything. The two were sitting side by side, the wind was blowing all over the sky, the maple leaves were falling down, and the edge was inlaid with the bright light of the setting sun. Heaven and earth seem to be left with only this square inch courtyard. The wind is coming, the sky and clouds are lingering on the ground, and the potted plants and forest trees outside the pot are not pruned.

Gradually, the wind stopped, everything was quiet, the leaves perched at their feet, and an awkward ant climbed up and down again.

Xia Houyi asked softly: "Master, did you say that you should let me be your **** and show you the nursing home?"

Does it count?

The wind rose again, Shen Yan turned to look at him, and the light and shadow fell into his eyes, like crushing the sun, and mixing black with gold. The young man's spirit and the assassin's fierce assault melted into the nameless Luotuo, but the heavy smile was as ever as ever.

Over the years, Shen Yan has thousands of thoughts in her heart, asleep like a gloomy magpie. At this moment, she finally broke her cocoon and became a butterfly.

He laughed, tears soaking his eyes.

"count."

Always count.