Governor’s Illness

The snow is silent, and the ground is laid on a thin layer of snow granules. An official who came to the mourning came from Shen Wei, and the thick soap boots stepped on the snow. The hall of Mr. Dai is too small, and the officials who will only insert a fragrant in front of the spirit and hurried out. But no one dares to stay in the courtyard, because sinking there.

Bai Xue fell over his head, it seems that all the night is white. His surroundings seem to have a cold sea tide to surging, take him closely with him, and no one dares to be close, and even forgets the road "Factory Festival." They have never seen this appearance, he seems to have been high, and the eye wave is lightweight, and the sword is seen, and the bonfire is awkward. However, at this moment, everyone suddenly found that he is just a young man in his twenty years, and his own child an age.

Now his gentleman is dead. In this life, there will never be a person who will be kind and severely summoned him: "Shrighted".

Xia Hou slammed all the sons, the cellar in Beijing, ** all over again, he even copied two unknown gambling and brothel, and the Jingshi's floor tile was turned over, still Did not find Tang XII, no assassin. That sometimes, a man who is a little wretched will evaporate like this, even the corner is not left. Xiahou is uneasy in the heart, but there is no way.

Shen Wei is still squatting, but he can't get with him. Xia Hou, feels like a burning carbon, roast his heart.

The snow is still under, and the squadron is coming back, and he will tell him. Today, there are not many people in the street. The turns on the roll is rolled on the ground, and the empty stalls are full of miscellaneous things. There is a sorting of the West, I hope I can find it. Xia Hou suddenly suddenly gone, Galai seems to be a virtuous phantom. He is like a dream that does not have to feel, and the galan 's killing is only in the dream, otherwise why the sky is bright, the Assassin evaporates with the moonlight. It disappeared without a trace.

Xia Hou runs for a long time, from morning to night. The sky gradually, the sunset rose from the back of the mountain, the thin red, like the poor people cut the color window paper, paste in the sky, the rain can fall. The people in the street are less, the weather is cold, the traffic is bleak, and the thin shadow falls on the snow, one is a look of lonely.

"Fortune, make a fortune!" The ramp is rushed out of a person, and the drape is distributed. It is only one piece of single clothes, the neckline is spacious, revealing the pale chest.

Xia Hou stopped his step, and the sons were stopped behind him, silently looked at the man.

An old woman holds a crutches from the alley, taking the man, "Child, child, come back to the mother!"

"A lot of gold, a lot of gold, I want to pick up gold! Hahaha, all mine, all are mine, I am getting a fortune!" The man was crazy, and the snow pockets were filled into the arms. The snow granules were filled with clothes. He didn't feel cold.

"Child, go home with the mother! How can you do this!" The old woman took the man's hand, the old tears.

Some sons have low voice: "It is extremely happy. The family succeeded to the beautiful fruit, the magic."

Xia Hou is slightly frozen. Although it is strongly investigated to enter the Beijing goods, there will still be a fish on the net. Some foreign traders entered the city in order to engrave the city, and they did not hesitate to cut a mouthful of mouth and sew pill into the wound. There is also a simplicity of picking the medicine in pickling, with a city. If someone hurts the body, it is in the middle of the family, and the autopsy discovers the clue. They still don't know that there is such a magazine.

Xia Hou sighed and said: "Come on, bring him back to his home, tie it, don't let him run again."

"Yes."

Shen Yu is still squatting.

The oblique sun covers the body, the snow, then falls, then falls in the new snow, the cold is slowly infiltrated into the body, the sinking body is cold, like a petrified, up and down, even the pointer They all become cold stones. The people who hang finally came out, nor no new people came, the big hall and the small courtyard, finally only left him and lying on the black coffin.

His thoughts suddenly became very light, and the mind flashed and a child. After a while, she was a charcoal to burn the charcoal furnace and gave him a class and Xia Hou. After a while, he was a summer, he alone. Hard scorpion, Mr. Dai, who is talking about the ghost story on the arm.

All things seem to have happened last life. He hopes to look at the snow in front of him. He is far away, and he saw the slim old man shook his head, and his teenager was written.

"Amazing brother."

He looked up, and Mr. Dai's boy did not know when he stood in his follow. This child is almost the age of fifteen or six years old. The tears on his face have not dried. He may be the first time to encounter such grief, have not been able to react, it is caught off guard, but after all, I will be like this year. The righteousness is strong and strong.

He holds a few books in his hand, and the roll volume is solid with oil paper. He kneelted down in the sinking, handed the book volume to Shen Wei.

"This is the relike of Mr. is the heart of the life. Mr. I haven't come to cut, I think, he is willing to give them to you, you will do it."

The sinking is low, looking at the manuscript laminated in his hand, the manuscript is very sinking, pressed on the elbow, like a jack.

He said: "I can't afford to pay these letters, you will give others."

"Teacher," the boy put the book in the hands of the sink, sucking the nose, "I don't know if you do things, I don't know if you are alive, Mr. is very happy. Do you know, Mr. when you The body is already good, have a disease, no better ten and a half months. After the capital, I always cough because of the boat, I always have a little bit in the middle of the night. I can only eat a little bit. But since I know you still Alive, Mr. can eat a lot of bowls, sometimes often strolling to book, find a few books come back. Occasionally hear that the neighborhood is talking about your things, Mr. will do not move. "

Sink, slowly holding the book.

"Suddenly fainted, then he suddenly fainted, and later, I heard that they said that although the body was weak, but she had no dizzy. You said that you have to see Mr., I will go in, I am just in, just I saw him in the trial poem that I wrote in a child. "The boy deeply looked at Shen Wei," Brother, Mr. is dizzy, he doesn't want to trial you, don't want to send you to death. Mr. is a life, worthy of anything People. But he also spends your own heart, this selfish, is for you. "

The boy climbed up from the ground, and made a long-awaited in Shen Wei. "The relucks were handed over from the brothers, and Mr. was willing. Teacher, treasure."

The sad sea tide in my heart is typically turbulent, and he is completely flooded, as if there is no top disaster. His tears dripped down, dripping on the book roll between the elbow, printing a mottled idea. He deeply went deeply, and his forehead was on the cold snow. The whimper spills out the throat, gradually could not depressed, he is like a helpless child, crying.

A pair pulled him up, and his head was put on a warm embrace. He heard Xia Hou's low voice. "Sorry is late, young master."

Xia Hou's warm breath shrouded him, the snow in the hair was done, his body re-feeling warm. He was like a rescue of a rescue straw, and he died to grasp the clothes of Xia Hou, and the tears were infiltrated into Xia Hou's collar. Xia Houzhen patted his back, and did not say anything, just hug him like this.

Shen Yu slowly calmed down, Xia Hou took him back home. He kneelted too long in the snow, and he was very sad, and a family launched a fever. I asked, said that he did not enter the day, Xia Hou, forced him to feed him, drink porridge, and took care of the middle of the night. At the end, people are tired, and Xia Hou, Xia Hou, let them rest, leaving only a questioning and two small eunues are guarded out.

I only had a light in the room, and the faint candlelight shines on a small world, and the sinking of the sink is in the light, and it is faintly seeing a shadow in the account. Xia Hou , sitting on the pillar, exploring the forehead, no fire, reaching into the cotton, touching his limbs, not hot, is the clothes, we want to change new , So uncomfortable.

Xia Hou After watching the sinking, he still closed his eyes. He didn't know in the eyebrow. It was originally so good to see a person, and the people who had faced her face and paper paste. Put him from the nest, let him sit by him, Xia Hou, helped him take off his clothes and change it.

The feng shui in the palace is good, he is a natural beauty, this silk material and his skin, I don't know which more delicate. However, Xia Hou has not thought about it, and the Ma Li helped him pack it, wrap it into the neck in the neck.

Shen Wei was woke up, and his eyes looked at the carving of the bed, waiting for Xia Hou to throw the dirty clothes and came back. Xia Hou took the clothes, just wanted to sleep in a small couch, he heard Shen Wei: "Come over."

Xia Hou entered the account, sit on the bed, reached out, "What? Is it still uncomfortable?"

I didn't talk, I was only wrapped in a quilt, open a hand, I have to sit in Xia Hao.

Xia Hou is wrapped in a bed with him, and the two shoulders sit on the bed.

"Can you sleep?" Xia Hou squatted to see him, in a faint light, his eye eye gradually, low dazzling, there is a kind of . "That chat, what do you want to talk?" Xia Hou asked.

Shen Wei is silent for a while, the voice is hoarse because of the illness, listening to low, "Aunt, in fact, I am different from you."

Xia Hou did not understand what he wanted to say, and we are of course not the same. You are Shen Wei, I am Xia Hou, how can we? "

Shen Wei looked at him and looked down at his hand. He said: "I am a bad person, from a child, you have a mistake, I'm watching me. When I look at Qingge, I will ask me what I read, I answer ' Unfair, no regrets, no complaints. These are all scams, they are all lie to the beautiful words. I sincerely think, it is a person who smeared me, punching me. Under the foot, I want to see them cry, regret it. I want me to thank the shock tall, no longer need to see anyone's face. "

"I know," Xia Hou said, "I don't want to help you step on it at that time? The result is not going to have a gamma."

"But Mr. didn't know, he has always thought that I am a beautiful talent, but I don't know that I have come to this step, all my own choice." Shen Yuguang, "Knocking the merits A number of big sins, the Benhui Academy is excited, with the body of the body and the whole party, he is for the people of the world, for Xie's grievances, and for the sake of the shock, for a despicable, I. "

"Stupid. Why do you say yourself. You are still down, then I am a boss of the country." Xia Hou Lala, his sleeves, the road, "Young master, I don't care, anyway, you are in my heart."

"But if," Shen Yu is in the eyes, "I also lied you?"

Xia Hou is a glimpse, "What is it?"

The heart of the sink is slightly smashed, and the breathing is somewhat. He held his fist, and finally said, "Aunt, I lied you three things."

"Which three?" Xia Hou asked him.

"First, when you were injured in the palace, I saw your mother, but I didn't tell you."

"Don't you say this?" Xia Hou touched his shoulder, "no blame you."

"Second, I told you that I was sold in an old man, not, I am in my palace." Shen Wei.

Xia Hou did not say anything, only asked: "What is the third?"

Shen Yu and sett it to him, and the eyes in the candle are deep. He suddenly took a word, and he said in a word: "I am not eunuch."