The Governor is Sick

When Shen Zhen went back, Xia Houzhen sat on the threshold and stuck a lantern. Behind him was a dark reddish brown door leaf, and on top of his head was a red lantern with tassel. In the soft light and shadow, he was a light ink. The shattered eaves bell rang, and a long, wagging string. Xia Houyi heard his footsteps and raised his head, still a mild smile. The reddish-brown light and the ringing bells were crushed into a light and melted. In his black eyes.

Shen Yan suspected that the threshold was dirty, and asked him to sit under the corridor to speak.

Xia Houyi moved the basin to sit next to Shen Yi, picked up Wei Wei, and pressed it between his fingers. Shen Zheng looked at him for a while, and asked him, "Why are you targeting Zhu Xia?"

"Seeing her is not pleasing to the eye." Xia Hou shouted, "She is a queen queen, how can you not take her. You can not run on her regardless of your identity," he turned and smiled, "then I'll come, Anyway, I'm a first-class gangster, and it's so unruly to talk. She's dumb, she can't take me anyway. "

Shen Yan said with a squeak, his face full of disdain: "Do you still worry that I can't make a profit? What kind of anger do you want me to help?"

Xia Houyi lowered his head and touched Wei Wei, and said, "I'm not worried about your loss, I'm worried about your unhappiness."

Shen froze for a moment, then said lightly: "I'm used to it."

Xiahou looked at the top of the gallery for a while, and suddenly said, "When I was still mixing on the road, I have been so prestigious for a few years. Have you heard of it? The name of an unknown ghost and the" Galanton Ghost Book "."

Shen Ye looked at him with a bit of scorn, "Why, is it all right to be idle, count the heroes with me?"

"Of course not," Xia Houyi muttered helplessly. "How dare I show up in front of you? I want to say that at that time everyone thought I was awesome. Hengbo swept across the rivers and lakes, and the viewers sealed their throats. But in fact It ’s not like that at all. They walked across the night to meet the ghosts. They died under your sword on the killing ground. When they dreamed at night, they would come back to you and call your name in your ears. At that time, you You can't kill them with more than one knife. "

He touched the arrow scar on his hand. "At that time, a habit of sleeping and holding Shoubo was developed. Everyone said that I was vigilant, and I was always on the lookout for the enemy's home in the night. Actually, it wasn't the enemy who came from the door. It's from a dream. "

Obviously a young man in his twenties, or an assassin, he always looks like an old man with a mouth full of ghosts. Shen Ye was helpless, but he also understood him, holding his wrist and saying, "Don't be afraid of that. Now that you have changed your face, the ghost can't find you."

"So, in fact, the prestige in the face is false." Xia Houxi slowly said, "Master, you don't have to hide from me, if you are not happy, don't hold it in your heart."

Shen Yun understood that this guy had been talking a lot and said what he wanted to say. It turned out that he was afraid of his unhappiness, and kept it secret. Are you upset? Until now, he hadn't felt much. When he was playing, he had already captured it. Not only did he catch it, but also the fire was pure, the fake can be made real, and the bad can be made good. What is happy or unhappy, is it enough to achieve the goal? He frowned, and said, "Don't worry about eating salty radish every day. If you are too peaceful, think about others. I don't need to worry about you." He paused and said, "I don't need your sympathy."

He was always proud, even if he was humbled into the dust, he had to stand up with his waist. Xia Hou smiled, but didn't respond to him, and only said: "Master, don't laugh if we don't smile in the future."

"Why, do you feel ugly?" Shen Yan sneered.

"It's not ugly. Master is the best to watch. How can it be ugly?" Xia Hou shouted, "I just look at the strange heartache."

Not sympathy, but distress.

Xia Houyi turned his head slightly, his eyes and brows were faint smiles.

Silent, in silence, he heard a bang in his heart.

He knows what he is like. The higher he goes, the worse he falls, and he leaves nothing behind the three-acre acre of bricks under his feet. Either the East Factory Supervisor who is admired by tens of thousands of people, or the imprisoned prisoner who sheds hate. He is careful, and every step is as thin as ice.

But who cares about him? Either look forward to fishing for oil or water, or look forward to his downfall. No one cares whether he hurts or not, even he himself forgot.

"Idiot," Shen Yan said.

"Distressed, you still scold, it's irrational." Xia Houxi complained jokingly, and lowered his head and continued to pierce the lantern. The lantern stand had been made, and he started to paste paper. He was still a bunny lantern, but this time it was bigger and rounder, and his ears were upright, like two palm fans.

Shen Yan silently looked at his focused eyebrows, but was just piercing a broken lantern, but like carving a jade, without blinking his eyes. He was always so boring. When the child asked him for a lantern, he pierced one after another.

But Shen Xun likes Xia Hou Xun like this.

He traced the lines of Xia Houyi's eyebrows, eyelashes, bridge of nose, cheeks and chin with his eyes, a little bit downwards, until he pinched the thin fingers of kraft paper. A demon put his head up in his heart and whispered in his ear.

I don't want your distress, idiot. Shen Yun thought, I want you.

He raised his hand and caged Xia Houyi's shoulders. Xia Houyi did not respond, and he paste a second layer of kraft paper. Pale fingertips slowly compacted. He felt the sharp edges of the bones on Xia Hou's shoulders, and the uneven old scars. He quietly rubbed his thumb with his thumb, a secret ecstasy smell spread out, more intoxicating than the blatant intimacy.

Xia Hou is pasting the third layer of kraft paper. He narrowed his eyes and slowly moved closer.

"You're done!" Xia Houyi said suddenly, he lifted the lantern and shook it in front of Shen Wei.

Shen Yan swallowed slowly, glanced at the rabbit lantern in Xia Houyi's hand, and said, "I'm not a child."

"Everyone has a share. The small ones have the big ones." Xia Houyi put the lantern in Shen Ye's arms.

When his hand reached over, Shen Min saw the wound on his fingertips, which was scratched by Wei Wei. It was tiny and horizontal, exposing a touch of blood.

"You are hurt."

"It doesn't matter." Xia Houyi didn't care.

Shen Yan retracted his hands from his shoulders, and his cold fingertips ran across Xia Houyi's neck. His hand slid down from his shoulder and pinched Xia Houyi's wrist. Xia Houyi hadn't responded yet. Shen Ai had already covered his fingertips.

Xia Houyi: "!"

My mind seemed to be blown open and blank. Subconsciously, Xia Hou pulled his hand out, Shen Zhuo held his wrist, narrowed his eyes and gave him a warning glance, then lowered his eyes, and gently licked his fingertips.

The warm, moist softness covered the fingertips, and the small wound was the most sensitive. He felt the heavy tip of his tongue scratching over and over again, and he rushed up along his fingers. He wanted to escape, Shen Xuan was not slack, and his teeth bite threateningly, as if he dared to sever his fingers, a row of hard textures came up, Xia Houzhen started to burn from the fingertips.

What the **** are you doing! Xia Houyi wanted to stop him and shouted, "Small, little, little, little, little ...!" He was dizzy and confused, and couldn't understand anything. He bit his own tongue and only said "Master".

Shen Ling finally let him go, and his plump lips left his fingertips, bringing out a trace of saliva. Xiahou looked at the silver light that connected his fingers to Shen Ling's lips, his eyes seemed to be rusty, and death moved. not open.

"What's the matter?" Shen Minmu wondered, pretending to be naive, "Did you see that you were hurt? I didn't handle it properly, what can I do if I'm dead for a while?"

When he's stupid! He was dead with a little injury. How did he survive to this day? Xia Houyi shouted in his heart.

Shen Ye still said, "The last time, there was a fan, as if it was a child, and it was scratched by the hook of a fishing net. After going back for a few days, it was gone."

Is this really happening! Xia Houzhen stood up, dared not face Shen Shen, turned his back and said, "I'm going home to rest, see you tomorrow!"

After speaking, he hurried away, and even kraft paper and reeds were too late to clean up. Shen Yan watched him leave, and saw that he almost fell over as he descended the steps. Shen Yan smiled leaning on the holding post, Xia Houzhen disappeared behind the corner door. He lowered his deep eyelashes and touched his fingers with his lips.

Xia Houyi's fingers are sweet and too delicious, he also wants ... more.

Xia Houzhen rushed home, closed the door, leaned against the door, and looked down at his fingers licked by Shen Yan. The saliva was dry, and under the dim light, he seemed to see Shen's lips rubbing on his finger again, and those little lips were faintly lined up, not a touch of self-confidence.

He heard his wheezing gasp, and the wave in the blood vessel was patted back and forth, and he didn't have to look to know what his blush had become. Busy walked outside the kitchen, fetched water from the well, and poured it in buckets. The cold well water dissipated the heat of the body, but he could not drive away the sorrow that occupied his mind. There was a spit of saliva on the lip, the luster was shiny, and his eyes looked up, his eyes were silky.

Shen Ye is really a fairy! Heal the wound, why have to lick it!

Xia Houzhen fought a few sets of punches and played the Gala sword again and again, exhausted before returning to bed.

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Days were on track. Xia Houzhen got up every morning, brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth, washed his face, went to the door to answer, listened to Feng Xun's words, and followed Xu Ruoyu to walk around the streets, investigate cases, and hit incidents. They hired a group of beggars with the money from the door, specifically to help them inquire about the news, what is not the eldest son of the Dali Temple Secretary, the baby born to the daughter-in-law is actually an uncle, or another member of the suburban Zhang Yuan family There is a daughter, it is the twelfth child, and no son, and so on.

Xia Houyi was responsible for copying the broken pieces of the chickens and dogs, and handing them to Sifang for archiving, and Sifang picked from them what they thought was important and handed them to Shen Yi. Later, Xu Ruoyu glanced at his handwriting and wording, and decided to give the job to another colleague named Bai.

Although there were not much money for Fanzi, only two or two money, sometimes I received a case and went to those officials' homes to search. I could get a lot of oil and water. There was a time when the wife of the minister of the Ritual Department inexplicably cast in the river. His mother-in-law and the queen mother brought their relatives together. The mother reported the case, and the queen sent the case to the Dongchang.

This case happened to be in the place where they were under the jurisdiction of Xu Ziyu. Xu Ruoyu took Xia Houyi and several people to investigate the case. At the first sight, the attendant of the Ministry of Commerce held out a plate of gold ingots, and ran to the bottom of Xu Ruoyu's nose. Xu Ruoyu took three ingots himself and distributed the rest to his brothers. After a long absence of gold, Xia Houyi could not help feeling a little bit sad. At the moment, the brethren invited Chen Zibo, who had wrapped up their house in Chulou, was called Qing Yaner and invited the guests, and the gold that had just arrived was gone.

A few days ago it was so peaceful that nothing serious happened. Sometimes he let go, Xu Ruoyu would invite him to drink at Yunxianlou, or listen to music at Fantou's house. He asked a few mouthfuls if a fan had been killed by a hook in the Dongchang factory before. Xu Ruoyu nodded and said yes, the hook had been stained with fish and it was not clean. The fan didn't notice it and went home for a few days to burn it. It seems that the boy Shen Shen is fussed. How can Wei Wei be the same as a fishing net hook?

The next day when I returned to the door to answer the question, I didn't know how to get to know the matter, and scolded them to drink and have fun before the funeral. One person was punished for three months. In the past, drinking and eating meat always kept one eye open and one closed. This time someone must have reported it on the back. Xu Ruo scolded his mother for several days.

Xia Houyi had no income, so he had to go to Lianxiang every day.

The emperor was going out of the palace to enter the fragrant house next month. After all, the emperor travels, everything must be sure. The capital's guards doubled, and they were sent to look for refugees everywhere, either in prison or ordered to leave Beijing. Sometimes I squatted on the road to see who looked so embarrassed and looked up. I checked the road account and searched for a few dollars before letting it go.

On this day, Shen Wei prepared a car in front of his house, ready to go to the palace. Xia Houyu took turns to guard and waited with his brothers in the back of the carriage.

Shen Yan was not close to him in front of others. He was very majestic in the East Factory, with strict laws and regulations. Although he often smiled at others, the pride of Pride was still prohibitive. He didn't speak, and the people below didn't dare to squeak. In private, it's a lot more casual. Recently, I often go side-by-side with Xia Houyi. Xia Houyi sometimes couldn't help thinking, he and Shen Ye looked a bit like the master and servant in the book who gave each other personally, and engaged in private affairs. I was disgusted by thinking about myself.

Shen Zhen came out of the house, Shen Wenxing ran a small step to the carriage, and moved the low stool out to rest on the ground. Xia Houyi and his fans held their fists together, respectfully and shouted, "Supervisor."

As soon as Shen Yan was about to board the car, an eight- or nine-year-old boy ran up against the wall with a frown, holding a dog's tail in his hand, and shouting, "Good handsome big brother! Send you flowers!"

A fan stopped him, everyone pouting and laughing.

A fan said: "Little baby, you are a dogtail grass, not a flower!"

The child glanced at his hands in ignorance, and then looked at Shen Zhen, saying, "But that older brother said it was a flower!"

Suddenly Shen Shen over there said, "Open his hand!"

Fanzi was discolored, and he busted his child's fist holding the dog's tail grass, hiding a poisonous needle in it. Under the sun, the needle tip glowed with a strange blue. The child suddenly screamed, and rushed to Shen Ye regardless of care. Xia Houyun stepped forward and pulled Shen Shen to protect him, and another fan rushed forward and dumped the child to the ground.

The child slammed on the ground and didn't get up again. Fanzi turned him over and saw his mouth bleed. He was dead.

"Brother Cong!" Was another scream. A woman ran over the alley and cried while holding the child on the ground. "My brother Cong! Hey, you are a kid, he's just a careless person. I ran into you, you will kill him! "

Hutong gradually surrounded a group of people, standing there mumbling and pointing.

"Shen Yun! You slay human lives, and return my child's life! Come and see everyone! Come and see! At the foot of the Son, Shen Yunmu has no king law, bullying me, the first people of Guizhou, no reason!" The woman burst into tears, "Leave With Wei Wei, another Shen! There is no way out! "

Shen Yan said coldly, "Come here, take this woman down!"

Fanzi dragged people, and the woman rammed like crazy. In the end, I didn't know who pushed her. The woman leaned back, her head resting on the stone lion in front of Shen Zhen's house, and she bumped to death.

All of a sudden, two corpses were laid in front of Shen's house, and blood was dripping from the stone lion's Xu Mi seat.