The Governor is Sick

New Year's Eve.

Beijing was suddenly deserted, and everyone closed the door and cooked dishes for the New Year. The street was empty and no one was seen. Even the Captain of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses on patrol reduced the number of shifts, looked up, and saw a snow-white and empty street, and occasionally saw a few people walking with their heads wrapped in mules. .

Lianxiang was afraid that Xia Houyi would be alone for the Chinese New Year, so that Xia Houyi would go to Shenfu for Chinese New Year. Xia Houyi was embarrassed to go there empty-handed, carrying chickens and ducks to the door, and when he came to the door, he found a pile of New Year's gifts from courtiers behind the shadow wall. There were countless gold and silver vessels, and there were ten bright pearls. Xiahou stood with chickens and ducks constantly struggling with feathers and fluttering, and suddenly felt that he was a country boy.

Lianxiang complained that he had gone out to eat New Year's Eve and gave him gifts, and sent him to stay in Shen's room. In fact, this New Year's Eve dinner is the dinner of Shen Fu's own people, not including Shen Yan. The palace is too busy, Shen Ye never returns to the Chinese New Year, and it is common to stay up all night.

Shen Fu was not at ease, and the people who came to give gifts were endless, and the servants went in and out, busy transporting large and small exotic treasures into the warehouse. There are also local officials who came to Beijing from other places. I do n’t know which muscle was wrong. I sent a team of beautiful elites, both men and women. A woman turned around when Xia Houzhen passed by. He winked. Xia Houyi immediately went up in goose bumps and turned back to the yard.

Shen Yan always cleans himself and doesn't like to engage in those futile stuff. In the past, she also gave it away. Shen Xun sold it all without a drop. Xia Houzhen did not worry that he would be fascinated by these strange shapes, but only worried that he was busy in the palace alone, and he could not eat New Year's Eve.

Ugh. Xia Houzhen held his head to miss him, and scratched in his heart. Why is it so annoying to be a governor? It's better to be a fan like him. At least he can scratch his wife and children in the New Year.

Xia Hou was bored and went to the kitchen. The chefs are all from Jingli, and all the Beijing dishes are cooked. Northerners like to eat beef and sheep, rough materials, wild boar, Kanto goose and the like, which are often on the noble table. The dishes are also large, enough for four or five people to eat. It is estimated that the palace is similar. Xia Houyi looked for a long time, and came to a pot to burn a Jinling duck, and squeezed a few glutinous rice dumplings and steamed cakes, and put them in the food box, so that people gave the lotus fragrance He said that he wasn't eating New Year's Eve here, so he knocked out the door.

He went to ask Situ Jinjin to enter the palace tooth card, went straight into the palace, all the way into the clerical inspector's room, the people inside were too busy to touch their feet, and did not lift their heads. No one paid attention to him. After searching for a long time, he didn't see Shen Ye. After pulling a person to ask, he knew that Shen Ye was still at the evening banquet of Zhang Luo in the Palace Court. He didn't dare to go there. He had been mixed in. It was okay to turn around in the department, and he couldn't run around in other places. He held the food container to the valet, placed the food container on the table, and sat on the throne himself, holding his chin and waiting for Shen to return.

The sun passed through the pine-green soft smoke and lanterns, and cast bright and dark spots in the room. Xia Hou looked at the room and painted his blond hair with a drowsiness, slowly struggling.

The ears seemed to hear the rustling of the branches of thousands of trees outside the window, and Yu Linwei's heavy footsteps sounded far and near, and there was a break and a break. Someone in the next room was dragging a chair, and his wooden legs were pulled across the brick floor, scratching his ears in a lazy way. There was also a little **** talking, and his hoarse voice was like a broken gong. Xia Houyi was vaguely wondering how such a voice could serve in Yuqian? However, all the sounds were far away from him, like the dreams of the last life.

Suddenly the door opened and the sun came in, his dark vision was dim and bright, and the red, blue, and orange dazzled. Who came in, turned around the four curved screens, and slowly approached him, as if he heard the sound of ragged clothes. He was still sleepy and couldn't wake up, all feeling like hallucinations. The sound approached, and suddenly it was dark, who seemed to be blocking the light. Something printed on the cheeks facing upwards, with a little temperature, and a little softness, like a flying flower passing over the side of the face, and resting like a light butterfly, so light, so fast , But comfortable and a bit intoxicating.

Suddenly there was nostalgia in his heart, hoping that the petal flower, the butterfly, would stay longer.

When he woke up, it was already dark, and he was covered in a silver rat skin hoe, heavy. He turned his head, Shen Yun sitting on a swivel chair, approving the red, the gold of the candlelight reflected on his face, making his side white and flawless.

"Your courage is getting bigger, because you have me covering you, even dare to mix in the palace." Shen Yan raised his head and glanced at him, snorted coldly, continued to criticize the memorial.

Xia Houzhen was still a little stunned. He was thinking about the dream he had just dreamed about, and that dream was like a kiss.

"What are you looking at me for?" Shen Min realized his gaze and frowned.

Dreaming, how could Shen Yan secretly kiss him. Xia Houchi shook his head vigorously, feeling awake a lot, and said, "Nothing, I just dreamed."

"What dream?" Shen Yan asked inadvertently.

"Spring dream," Xia Houzhen did not dare to tell the truth, "I dreamed of a fairy kissing me."

With a sluggish gesture, Shen Yan sneered, and said, "I think you have been single for too long, and you have been thinking of spring. There is a heroine in front of you to send Qiubo to you secretly, and now you have a spring dream."

Xia Hou froze and asked, "How do you know she winks at me?"

Shen Yan coughed and said, "Of course I know what happened in my house. Some people saw that the opera was restless, and thought you were messing up in our house, and you came here to report it. Why, you questioned it. I'm coming?"

Xia Hou was anxious, and said, "I ca n’t be confused. Do n’t listen to others chewing the tongue." Then he hated, "Whoever is full has nothing to do, and the New Year is the one who engages me. Look at Grandpa. His tongue is coming! "

Shen Xun was afraid he would continue to ask, and said, "Okay, I know, I never doubted you, just say a few words to play, you take it seriously. I haven't asked you yet, stay at home and come to the palace to do it what?"

Xia Houzhen raised the food box in front of him, and lifted the lid layer by layer, revealing the yellow golden Jinling duck, white tender glutinous rice cakes, and steamed cakes, "Isn't this what I want to eat with you? Hey, it's cold. You have a small kitchen here. Let me heat it up and add a few more dishes. "

"Why have to eat with me, didn't Lianxiang call you?"

"Reunion is only called New Year's Eve," Xia Houyi called for someone to cook the dish and heat it up. "This is my own dish. You have to give me face."

Shen Min's pen paused, and he knew what Xia Houyun had done. Today, a talented girl winked at the idiot. He immediately ordered the uneasy thing to be sold. He also knew that Xia Houyu himself burned Jinling vegetables and Baba into the palace. At that time, he was dealing with the little emperor in the palace garden. . God knows how much he wants to fly to the dead child, and go to Sili Jian to see Xia Houyi.

Although he lived inside and outside the palace with Xia Houyi, he controlled every move of Xia Houyi, but this fool did not know.

He is busy every day, and the only thing worth happy is to look at the note from the newspaper below, which reads Xia Houyi's whereabouts for a day.

Shen Yan squeezed the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Let's do it, as you please."

"Reunion is called New Year's Eve dinner," Xia Houyi said, suddenly a little dazed. He hasn't found the boredom yet. He doesn't know if he is dead or alive. If he is alive, he does not know who he is eating with.

Shen Yan saw his uncle, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just thinking of my brother," Xia Houzhen stood up and leaned against the window, the sky outside was as dark as ink. After another hour, fireworks would be released everywhere in the palace, and fireworks would make the whole sky as beautiful as day. Fear, I'm afraid my brother is actually gone, but I have n’t made him a spiritual card. Without it, he ca n’t hear my prayers, and he ca n’t find a way back. He will become a lonely ghost, no Homeless. "

Xia Houyu looked at the dark night sky, Shen Xuan looked at Xia Houyu, when Xia Houyu looked at the sky, there was always a feeling of loneliness, like a long wandering person, making people distressed. Shen Zhen walked behind him and said, "No."

Xia Houyi looked back at him.

Shen Xuan lowered her head and held Xia Houyi's hand. Xia Houyi hung on his wrist the Xingyue Bodhi he gave him. The red bodhi seeds were like acacia beans, and it was unclear whether it was this way, or Inch Acacia makes it so round and full.

"This string of beads is very spiritual. If you wear him, the Buddha will hear your wishes." Shen Huan said, "Have you ever heard of a saying on the other side of the Tatar people, saying that the gods are not born of heaven and earth, and that It was born of mortal belief. If one day people do n’t believe, this God is gone. ”

"No, you understand slang, and I don't understand it."

"Now you've heard it," Shen said, "Similarly, as long as mortals have always believed in their gods, their gods will always exist. So it doesn't matter, as long as you keep thinking of him, he will definitely survive."

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On New Year's Eve, the Yunxian Building was brightly lit, and the red lotus was hung on the beam and fell straight down, surrounded by the red and scented candlelight of the red octagonal lantern. The entire Yunxian Building seemed to be covered in a touch of rouge. . The woman's skin shines in this layer of rouge, like the good white sheep fat, and the opera sings and sings on the stage. The voice is gentle and tortuous, and it twists and turns, all the way out.

A young man wearing a worn sheepskin mule stepped on a pair of cloth boots and entered the backyard of Yunxianlou. He carried a patched baggage, lowered his head along the way, and remained silent. The prostitutes in Yunxianlou despise such a hunk, and some are still dirty, and detour.

However, Xun Er felt that this child was a good boy, unlike the group of linguists who roamed in the rouge hutong. They were terribly oily, and they liked to go out with her daughters. Last time, a **** made her plan to support her With the child, she was so angry that she didn't sleep well for five consecutive nights. But the child didn't have that kind of thought at first glance, she could see the bottom at a glance, and she could see everything in her heart, which made her feel reliable.

"Where are you from?" Aunt smiled with a cordial smile and asked him as he led him into the yard.

"People in the mountains," said the youth.

"Oh, it's really from the countryside, I know what you look like." She opened a door and stepped on the threshold with a skirt. "What can you do in Beijing? Can't you plant the land in your home? It came from desertion." ? "

The young man came in after the door. There was a yard with many flowers in the middle. It was withered, and only messy flower vines remained. On both sides are the chambers, all of which are lit with ambiguous sounds, halo coming out of the window screen, and the yellow color, each halo seems to imply a hidden world.

"I'm here for my brother." The young man closed his eyes, "I lost him."

"Oh, this man is vast, and the capital is so big, but it's hard to find." Heer took out the key and opened the door of Chaifang. "Well, you'll sleep here in the future, and there was a helper in front of me. I don't know what happened. The dog **** got the blue eyes of the factory man, and Fei Huang Tengda went. He left a few clothes here. If you can see if it works, put it away. "

The young man walked in, put the bag on the wooden table, and put some coarse clothes in the cage near the wall. He picked it up and looked, and nodded and said that it was out of season.

"You, do it well for me, and you will not be badly paid for your work. You need to find your brother. Don't be afraid, there is a door. Who doesn't know that our rouge alley is the place where the news is the most smooth. You slowly ask people to inquire, always I'm looking for it. "

The youth nodded.

"What's new here?" A clear voice sounded. The young man looked up and saw the figure of a cricket turning around the door. There was a red lantern behind her. The faint halo reflected her face, delicate. Ming Yan's eyebrows seemed to melt in the lights.

"What's your name?" A Chu asked.

Fireworks rose in the sky, and the explosion sounded like a thunder. The young man's figure was finally clear in the bright flames. He had a calm face, his eyes were clear and clear, and there was a clear glass in his right ear.

"Xiahou." He said, "My name is Xiahou, just call me Xiahou."