The Governor is Sick

After finishing his meal, Shen Yun took Xia Houyu to Jinggongfang, and the carriage drove past Fuxiang Temple. Xia Houyu opened the curtain. There was a lot of vocals outside the man. Set up a slippery candle stand, sip louder than loudly. In the open space in front of the temple, there are rivers, lakes, and Hans juggling naked, three big tattooed men with their heads and feet stacked on top of each other, standing tall. In the alley after the carriage turned into the temple, all the fireworks were separated behind the wall, and the human voice came far away, as if in the hustle and bustle of the earth, a clean place of paradise was created, but only one step was taken. , And once again enter the hustle and bustle.

"Seniors will choose a place very much. This place is noisy, but it is better in living bento. There are people selling food, drinks and drinks outside the hutong. The house is three in and three out, and it's quite quiet to the inside, and it's not noisy. But there are fewer shops to cut clothes, but it doesn't matter. You can only ask for clothes and socks in our house. The home made is better, there is no need to fake it. "Shen Yun said as he lifted the curtain, Xia Houzhen laid the footstool on the ground and reached out to pick him up. Shen Yi put it a moment, put his hand in Xia Houyi's palm, the warm temperature came over, and his heart was all warm.

"My mother loves to be lively," Xia Houyun walked over and touched the stone lion in front of the door. "She loves watching other people juggling without doing anything. The stage is performing martial arts. They are obviously more powerful than themselves. The tricks are a piece of cake, but she likes the excitement there. "

He lifted his head, in front of it was a blue tile white wall with layers of creepers, a black paint door on the right, and two stone lions squatting at the door. The appearance of ordinary people is the same as that of thousands of houses in Beijing, with small doors and small households, enough to eat and wear, closed the door, and lived a small life at home.

Shen Yan pushed open the door and led him in. As soon as you entered the gate, a lotus leaf shone against the wall. After Pingmen and the inner courtyard, it was the hall. The furniture and everything are readily available, two sliding sandalwood official hats and chairs and footrests, a natural iron pear tree in front, and a landscape stone screen resting on it. Xia Houyi was well-informed and knew that these were all Wu Mu's slender guys. There should be no engraving in real life, and there is no such thing as drawing gold snails. It is simple and simple. At first glance, Xia Houyi knew that it was Shen Ye's arrangement. If it fell into his mother's hands, the house would be full of knifes and sticks, and Tangwu would set up a mace town house.

"Thank you, Master." Xia Houxi smiled lightly.

Shen Yan sat down on the chair and coughed, "Thank you, it's not the house I bought."

"You belonged to these homes," Xia Hou shouted.

"It's just a matter of time. The time to write a few sheets left and right, people will buy them and arrange them without any effort." Shen Yan made a careless look. He didn't say, in fact, the home here cost him a lot of energy, and it took him a glance to let him in. He said that the natural couple, craftsmanship, and huge fees, at first people refused to sell at all, fearing his power, he reluctantly sold.

Xia Houyi went to the yard to look around, walked around the grape rack, and asked, "Master, when did you and my mother have such a deep friendship? Why don't I know."

Shen Ye didn't answer, and took him to the compartment. Shen Ye, the mansion, knew him better. Everything was clear. Xia Houyi even felt that Shen Ye knew the house better than his own mansion. Shen Min removed a locked sandalwood box from the treasure chest. He opened the lock and put a deed in it, a prescription, and a pill.

The house contract is the contract of this house, but I don't know what the pill is. Xia Houyi picked up the pill and asked, "What the **** is this?"

"It's bliss," she said slowly, "the antidote for July and a half."

Xia Hou was startled and looked up at Shen Yan. His expression on his face was very ordinary. He paused and said, "Ten years ago, your mother took you away from the palace, and made a ten-year appointment with me before leaving. She Tell me where the hidden stakes in Beijing are and ask me to develop a July and a half antidote for you. "

"Tell you the hidden stakes are to put them ..."

"Medical man."

"So you're hunting Garan Assassins and Dark Pillars all around to make them your medicine man?" Xia Hou frowned.

Seeing his frowning expression, Shen Yan was upset in his heart, and suddenly smirked, "Why, blame me for being ruthless and hurting your fellow Galan?" Xia Houzhen looked at the prescription and said nothing. Fearing that he was really unhappy, he said, "Did your colleagues in Galan really care for you? Not to mention that they left you in the palace that year, and you said your mother, she died in the hands of Galan's ghost."

Seeing him angry, Xia Houyu said with a smile: "I didn't blame you, what are you doing?" He leaned to Shen Yan and leaned against the wall side by side with Shen Yan, "I thank you for being too late, mute. I ’ve done so much for me. I ’m like a fool. I got your favor and thought you wanted my life. Actually, I really want to talk about sin. I ’m the first-class sinner. Here, I want his life, and the whole Garam's life. "

"Your abbots are the inner ghosts that have hurt your mother?" She asked.

Xia Houxi nodded.

Shen Ye was silent for a while. He had buried a dark line in Galan, and he knew everything the Dark Pillar knew. Xia Houyi's birth father was a secret that was open to Galanli, and he naturally knew it. Xia Houxuan assassinated Xun Xin alone, and he also guessed that Xun Xin was his real uncle's enemy. But after all, it was speculation, and now Xia Houyu personally confirmed that he had another taste in his heart, sore and painful, all the way to his bones.

Shen Yun said dumbly, "What have you experienced in these years?"

"It's gone, the old lady's foot wraps are long and smelly. Do you really want to listen?" Xia Houxi smiled.

"Listen," Shen Yan raised his deep eyelids, and fixed his eyes on him. "As long as it's yours, I want to know."

Xia Houzhen showed a helpless look, pulled Shen Huan into a circle chair and sat down, slowly speaking. His voice was low and dull, and the silence rang in the sultry autumn afternoon. The lines of sunlight moved on their foreheads and bodies, slowly disappearing. Ten years have passed in his mouth, and the fragments of those memories, like Ji Guang Pian Yu, have been picked up by Pian Pian.

It was dark, the moon rose, and the room was dim, full of moonlight. Shen Ye listened silently, those thrilling escapes and deaths were diluted in Xia Houyi's narrative, as if watching the red blood across the screen was no longer shocking. But he knew that those **** pasts were scars that could not be wiped off from Xia Houyi, and after years, they turned into wounds.

"That's it." Xia Houyu got up and went out of the cupboard to light a candle.

Shen Yan closed his eyes, and flicked his fingers on the table. Dudu's voice leaked his not very peaceful thoughts.

"What do you want?" Xia Houyi asked.

"I think you are stupid." Shen Yan sneered, "Zhu Xin, Duan Jiu, your master, every one of you has a mischief and treats you as a sword, but you are also called to be happy."

Xiahou was silent for a while before he said, "Don't say that, Master."

"Don't you feel it yourself?"

Xia Houxuan said lightly: "Yes, but I don't care. I want to kill Xun's heart horizontally and destroy Kalan. Whatever I do? You said my master took advantage of me," Xia Houyun smiled and said, "If you use Xun, use Xun, he It didn't force me, it was all my own choice. "

He's such a personality, those twists and turns around him have no time to control. He went his own way, and if Garan was to die, he would die. Other people, he doesn't care how to play. After all, he is the son of Xia Houyu. Xia Hou's family has passed through the same madness. His blood was flowing with violent blood, and the ghosts blocked the road, and all the ghosts killed.

However, Shen Su suddenly said, "What if you pick the wrong way?"

As if pouring a pot of cold water in the head, Xia Hou stunned and said, "What do you mean?"

"A man has a mouth, he can say everything, that is to say that Qingtian hits a ghost day by day, it is not bad. I said that I killed Weide for the King's help to save the car, Kuang Fu Society, do you believe?" Shen Yan squinted. He said, "A mouth can poke people, but not a trace."

He said this bitterly, and Xia Houyi didn't know how to answer. At that time, Xie Jinglan had also determined to ask for the people. Fortunately, Shen Ye did not expect Xia Houyi to answer. Xia Hou converged his thoughts and solemnly said, "Do you mean someone lied to me?"

"Not everyone, everyone."

Xia Houyi: "..."

"So, it depends on what they have done, instead of listening to them empty-mouthed, talking wildly, idiot!" Shen Min knocked Xia Houyi's head with his finger, and said: "I ask you, who led you in Case library? "

Xia Houyi hesitated and said, "I'm tired of it."

"Which one is trying to die for?"

"Hesitate," Xia Hou frowned. "But I asked it myself."

"You don't have to ask, he also has a way to let you enter the case storehouse." Shen Yan slowly said, "The case storehouse is not for you to enter, but for you to enter. It is what you see and hear. What I want you to see and what you want to hear. You thought that the path you took was your own path. Wrong, Xia Houyou, you took the path that your heart chose for you. "

"My purpose is to kill him. Is he sick? He asked me to kill himself?"

Shen Yun laughed sarcastically. He didn't know if he was sick. Anyway, except for Xia Houyi, none of Jialan's poetry was a good thing. Xia Hou Xun is not afraid to kill, but he is really good to Xia Hou Xun and barely counts half. He couldn't tell Xia Houyi at this point, he lowered his head and groaned and said, "Let ’s just ignore the details. In general, I sent you three messages in the case library: First, your mother killed him. Second, you are the heir to the abbot of Galan; third, you are going to kill Shuobei. "

"As you meant, these three things are deliberately lying to me?"

"Not all," Shen Heng stood up, leaning against the wall and touching his chin in thought, "What happened after you came out of the case library? Akiba encouraged you to destroy Garan. Instead of having a successor abbot, you disappeared. .It's not you who go to Shuobei, but your brother. Of these three news, only one thing came true in the end, that is, your mother died. "

"He killed my mother, and I will definitely avenge him. Anyway, the conclusion you have inferred is that he led me to kill him." Xiahou shouted.

"So, he must have another purpose." Shen Yan glanced at Xia Houyi slowly, "What happened after you killed Xu Xin?"

"..." Xia Houyu was silent for a long time, and said, "I left Galan and survived."

He had always wondered why he could survive, and he knew that the tea that he had given him before the decisive battle was tricky. But he was reluctant to recall or delve into it. His heart must be a **** in his heart that is unrelenting and unrecognizable. Only in this way can he be ashamed of his life.

"You said everyone lied to me, who else?" Xia Houxi whispered.

"Your master." Shen Xun said, "He is the most important horn in this play. Xia Houyou, have you not found that every step of your way follows his temptation. Kill the heart and go to Qixia Mountain, which is not him Tell you? "Shen Min wrote the names of Xin Xin, Qiu Ye and Duan Jiu on the table with his fingers dipped in tea, circled Xin Xin and Qiu Ye, and said," In my opinion, these two people are a group. of."

Xia Houyi stared at the name on the table. It was hot, the tea dries quickly, and the name of Qiu Ye is gone. There is only one point left in Xinxin's heart. The memories of the past seemed to be a mess, and they were bothering with entanglement. For a while, in his mind was the thin cheek of Xinxin, and for a while, Akiba's dying command. The leaves of Galanshan Temple are like rain, the mountains are full of autumn sounds, and the fields are vast.

——Leave Galan and make a makeover.

Xia Hou said hoarsely: "Xin Xin and Master asked me to leave Galan. Killing Xun Xin, Galan had internal disturbances and had no time to take care of me. Master pointed at Lu Qixia Mountain, I changed my face, and Galan could never find me." The candlelight on the table jumped, and the light and shadow were mottled on his face. He lowered his head and smiled, and said, "Master, do you mean that this old bald donkey still has flesh and blood for me? It's so hard To kill my mother and sing a big drama is to get me out of Galan. "

"I don't know." Shen Min held his forehead. "However, depending on the situation, it would cost a lot to leave Galan."

Xia Houyi was silent.

"Someone is very important." Shen Min re-written the name of Duan Jiu. The last one was very long, like a cold blade.

On the table, the water traces of autumn leaves and sweethearts have dried up, and only a little light mark can be seen. Duan Jiu's name stands out from the crowd. Shen Ye said: "In the past few years, I slowly ambush my people in Galan. The threshold of your Galanshan Temple is too high. Only children without fathers and mothers can enter. I can only ambush people in various places and brothels. . However, in the third month you left Garan, they were all missing. The last message I received was 'Duan Jiudai abbot, commander of the house, decisive decisive, and everyone feared it.' "

"Is Galan cleaned?"

"Not only, the dark caves everywhere have disappeared completely. After that, Galan disappeared, as if it had been wiped out of the earth. I dispatched people to search for unknown corpses in various places, and I asked them to check whether they had July and a half. No, there isn't one. "He rubbed his eyebrows and said," Zhu Xin's play was not just for you, but for Duan Jiu. This Duan Jiu can't be underestimated, at least, he is capable Characters that make you abstain. "

"Listening to you, is Galan still alive? But it happened once a year in July and a half, and my heart was gone. Where did their medicine come from? Could it be that they already wanted to give the medicine to Duan Jiu?" .

Shen Huan sat down on Luo Han's couch, raised his eyes and looked out of the sky, looking as if it was time for his child. I haven't slept well for the past two days, and now I can't help it. Shen Kun rested his elbows on both knees, holding his forehead in his palms, and closed his eyes and said, "Xiahou Hou, do you know how it was done in July and a half?"

Xia Hou looked at his stare, and said, "I don't know. Are you sleepy, or say something else?"

"Do n’t, just say it all at once, lest you wo n’t understand in the mist and fog." Shen Minqiang raised his spirits and said, "The raw material for July and a half is a kind of thing called 踯躅 花. This flower is long In Miao Xinjiang, taking it can make people feel drowsy and drugged. It has been used by doctors to treat insomnia. This flower can not be taken for a long time, nor can it be taken in large quantities. It is easy to get addicted. It ’s used every year, and you do n’t need to be paralyzed. Of the potted flowers you find in the black-faced Buddha, most of the time, it ’s the lotus flower. ”

"What then?" Xia Houyi asked.

"July and a half, you must first mash the lotus root together, mash it into mud, boil it with water, add something else, knead it into balls, air dry it, and it's almost done.躅 Flowers, more than 20 flowers, can make about five or six capsules in July and a half. "

"There are more than a thousand people in Galan. Each one is July and a half, at least a few thousand flowers. I am most familiar in the mountains. I have never seen the shadow of this flower. But there is only one pot in my heart," Xiahou Murmured and raised his eyes suddenly, "He is not making poison, but detoxifying!"

"It's almost impossible." Shen Yan said, "This is a very strange thing. In July and a half, even your abbot did not have an antidote. The antidote has to be refined by yourself and sneaked in to serve you. There is only one explanation-- "

"Master Galan, not Galan Abbot," Xia Houxi replied, "So where is the real Master Galan?"

In a dim candlelight, the two looked up at each other and said, "Suobei!"

Galan's ancestors buried their bones north, not because of assassination, but because of rebellion! Galan was never under the control of the abbot, and even the abbot was just the puppet of the person behind him. Xia Houyi felt that the fog was heavy. He was born in and grew up in Gala, but he never really knew this place. It's like a ghost town standing out of the world, each assassin is a faint ghost, with blurred faces.

Was it exhausted and exhausted, just to send him out of Garan? He felt incredible and unbelievable.

"Just guessing, you don't have to think deeply." Shen Yan closed his eyes, leaning on the pillow, murmured, "There are still a lot of doubts, I don't know, who is Duan Jiu, what is it?" It seems to be rebellious, but at the end, Garan is reorganized. The eight generations of the same generation went to Shubei, but your generation knows very little, why? But after all, there is too little information to study it. It ’s all about it, anyway It's not over yet, they will come back sooner or later. "

"Master, I want to go to Shuobei," Xia Hou shouted.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and said, "No!"

"why?"

Shen Heng stood up and walked in front of Xia Houyu, expressing eloquently: "Don't you dare, I'll interrupt your leg! You don't have to investigate any more about Galan. The Jianghu chaotic party has its own court cuisine, which is nothing to do with you! Galan Those chickens and dogs can be beaten by people in the 20s and 30s, and they can be kicked into the mud by kicking their legs. You just do n’t want to pull a few stupid ones, but you have to work hard! ”

Xia Hou sighed and said, "I'm not only for Galan, but also for my brother. I developed an understanding medicine, and maybe gave it to my brother. My brother disappeared in Shuobei, maybe he can find it again."

"You don't need to worry." Shen Zheng said angrily. "How many places can you walk with one leg? I asked Dongchang to help you find it. You are honestly staying in Beijing and you are not allowed to go. Right, there is something , I forgot to tell you. "Shen Min raised his chin." Go, look at your deed. What is written on it? "

Xia Houyi opened the deed in accordance with the words, and the yellowed paper unfolded. He saw his name: Xia Houyi.

"How is this possible?" Xia Houxi looked up at Shen Qi and said, "I'm a refugee and I don't have an account. How can I register?"

"You are not an exile. A few years ago, I received a secret report from Jiaxing saying that a woman claimed to be my relative. To Jiaxing County, she entered the names of two boys in Jiaxing Xiahou's yellow book and said that The child was kidnapped and sold. Although it was recorded in the family tree of the Xiahou family, it was not reported to the county government to make a family register. Now he has found it, and he has to supplement it. "

Xia Houyi stumbled for a moment, then reacted, and said, "That woman is my mother. Are these two children, one of me and one of my brother?"

"Yes. The eldest son Xia Hou is tired, the second son Xia Hou is a twin brother. Your mother bought a Jiaxing Xia Hou family and puts your name in the genealogy. Today, both of you are identities and have ancestry. Your family has been studying for generations, your father Xia Houyuan died early, and your mother Xia Hou's raised you alone. You can find your name in the official yellow book, and Jiaxing can also find your home. You can study as an official, or you can return Farming. You are not an assassin of the Qiye Jialan, or a homeless exile. You do n’t have to hide in Tibet or leave the country. ”Shen Yan stared at him with deep eyes,“ Xiahouyu, your mother left you Yes, there is more than one house. "

Xia Hou looked at the thin deed in his hand. Without a piece of paper in weight, a gust of wind could blow away. At this moment in his hand, it seemed as if he was heavy. He supported his forehead, his shoulders trembling, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

When he was young, he envied his mother for being famous all over the world. He was unparalleled all over the world, always thinking of being like his mother, with a knife, hit the world's invincible. Later he learned that killing is not a matter of play, killing will bleed, shed the blood of others, and shed his own blood. In this story, the sword is a sword and a sword, and it is a matter of pleasure and vengeance, but it does not sing blood into a river and sin into a mountain.

He began to think how good it would be if he were an ordinary person. Get up every day, brush your teeth and wash your face, eat three meals, do a day's work, go home when the sun sets, tease your cat, walk your dog, and go to bed. He didn't want a house and a room, he didn't want his children and grandchildren, he didn't want a long life, a long life. He just hoped to be safe and steady, with the sun shining on him and warm.

But he knew it was extravagant hope. He is full of sin and piles of blood debt. He is a sinner, and sinners should not have lived.

"Xia Houyi, your mother's wish, have you heard it?" Shen Min raised his shoulder and whispered softly.

"I heard it," Xiahou said hoarsely. "She wants me to live my own life and live the life I want. But I am a sinner, can I?" He asked himself, "Can I? "

"Yes," Shen Yan said, "you can do it with me. Xia Houyi, let the past go by. People can't get stuck in the past all their lives. You have to come out of Garan all the way, you can't go back. Fight hard with it. If you ca n’t let it go, there is me on the left and right, I will help you destroy it. Although I ca n’t catch the trace for a while, there will be ways in the future. ”Shen Zhengding looked at him and said,“ In short, Galan It's your past, your future, here with me. "

After listening to these words, Xia Houyi didn't know what to say. Don't look at Shen Ye's usual cynicism and irony, which makes people feel sore, and speaking of ironing is warmer than Tang Fuzi. Xia Houyi walked on the lonely road for too long, assassination, flight, exile, and worldly, suffering, flesh and blood. He thought he was a ray of flying canopy, destined to drift, but he did not expect that he could fall to the ground, take root, and sprout.

Suddenly he had hope, and suddenly he was glad that he still had his life. Life is alive, isn't it just a little bit alive? There is a warm place to settle down, accompanied by a good person. He doesn't have a wife's room, but fortunately ... and Shen Yun.

Shen Yan opened the curtain and went out. The moon dangled brightly, and he covered his clearness.

"It's too late. I have to go. Have something to talk about tomorrow."

Xia Houyu stopped him, pulled his wrist, Shen Yan stiffened for a moment, twisted his head to look at him, the sky was dark, his face was bright and dark, but Shen still saw clearly, the wetness in his eyes, flashing, Like starlight with eyes.

"Master, I didn't have anything to live with. In recent years, I feel like I'm a walking dead. Wherever I go, I die. No one remembers me anyway." Infused blood, slowly warmed up.

He raised his eyes and stared at the Shen Chen in front of him, with a slight smile on the corner of his eyebrows. The smile seemed to be lost for a long time, after years of rolling, finally returned to his face. The tombstone that has been on the body for many years has been generally lamented with sorrow. He is no longer a lonely ghost and ghost, but an ordinary person with a surname, Xia Houyi.

He said: "But now, I want to live. Not for myself, but for you. Master, I can't live for myself. I live for you, okay? You're so good, I was the boss of my last life. Merit, I can meet you in this life. I have no body, only this life is worth a little money. I give it to you, do you want it? "