The Governor is Sick

Xie Jinglan's concubine, although a well-known young master, has a proud and proud temper. In his eyes, it is only a matter of time before the young master in the main hospital will step on his feet sooner or later. When he gets his title on the gold list and hits the street, Xie Fu will kneel under his horse in tears and beg his forgiveness.

Whenever he is bullied, he will think about the future when the scenery is happy. The broken teeth are mixed with blood and swallowed in his stomach. The gas and blood can't be dissipated. . He did not remember Mencius' "serving people with morals", but only remembered that Sima Qian said "revenge of a gentleman is not too late in ten years".

The only way to get ahead is through the imperial examinations. The Xie family is a scholarly family, and has been an official for generations, but unfortunately it was passed down to Xie Bingfeng, the uncle of Xie's House, and the people were gradually declining. Xie Bingfeng has spent the rest of his life in the camp. However, he passed on the Great Confucian Dai Shengyan, was an official and clean and honest, but he gained a good reputation for being an official and a wealthy student.

The sacred dynasty commented on the popularity of the characters. Indeed, Xie Bingfeng did not have the ability to do practical things, but he could lead the world's students. Scholars and Confucians are proud of the Xie family. Since he inherited his poems from his poems and books, he should take care of his old ancestry passed down from his ancestors.

The old lady had a son who couldn't help the wall. She was afraid that Xie Jinglan would go over him. She was not allowed to go to the ethnology to study, and she did not give him a copy of ink and paper. Xie Jinglan had no choice but to pick up the young master Xie Jingtao from the warehouse and use the old books to hide in the corner to eavesdrop on Mr. Clan Xue and write on the ground with branches. He stumbled to learn so much that most of the four books and five classics were swallowed by him, and no serious student in the school could compare with him.

Xie Jinglan ignored Xia Houyi and sat at the table, picking out the crumbs from the pile of paper, and then sticking the pieces of paper together little by little.

These books are not a sage knowledge, but the level of his advancement. He can only become a man if he walks on this shoddy book.

As soon as Xia Houzhen saw these pieces of paper, his head became large, and he randomly picked a few pieces of paper, and found that although he recognized the words on it, he did not recognize him. Aunt Lan asked him to help, he could only stand and watch.

At sunset, the mountains are getting darker. There was no oil lamp in the room, and only candles could be used. Xie Jinglan was afraid that the candle would burn the paper and refused to put the candle on the table. The shadows of the two in the run-down room stretched old on the walls, like two bleak ghosts.

Xia Houzhen took a nap on the table and saw Xie Jinglan still sticking.

He was thin and emaciated at the same twelve-year-old age as Xia Houyi. Xia Houyi was strong and strong, but he could blow away in a gust of wind. Sticking for too long, the eyes have been spent for a long time, Xie Jinglan rubbed his eyes, seeing that the heart made of Xiahou's wood and wood also gave a little pity.

Xia Houyi is a scumbag who has not been in the room for three days, even if he has never practiced a knife for more than two hours, let alone sitting on a sticky book. When he was on the mountain, there were seven days of chasing pheasants and catching rabbits, and there were only three days left to practice back-to-back sword practice.

He picked up the straw paper thrown away by Xie Jinglan from the ground, and found that there were also words on it, the words were not written well, the ink was thick and thin, and there were many sermons on the side. It seemed that the writing brush used for writing was very poor , Hair is not smooth, very rough. He looked around, and sure enough he saw a bald writing brush on the ground, and the sparse hair was still dipped in ink.

This sissy is somewhat capable. Although Xia Houyi was mixed, he respected those who would work hard.

"Hey, that, sir," he wasn't used to being a servant. The "sir" he barked awkwardly. Xia Hou scratched his head and said, "It's so late, why don't you go to bed."

Xie Jinglan didn't look up, and said, "If you're sleepy, go to sleep by yourself. It's useless anyway."

I haven't read all the sage books, but I have learned a lot of irritating skills. Xia Hou has a good temper and doesn't care about him. He said, "You have to stick to the year of the monkey. I'll send you a bookstore to steal a copy of it. I heard that the Xiejia Xiuwentang has a large collection of books. It is the best book in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. The frame is wide and the words are as big as eyes. It is very easy to read. The best book is right in front of you. Why are you sticking here? "

Xie Jinglan finally looked up from the pile of paper and said, "Steal? What did you do for a living? Don't bring the tricks of chicken and dog learning learned outside, take care to be caught, and affect us."

"Yes, you have a bright day, you have a high moral standard, and you slowly stick to it." Xia Houzhen asked for a bit of fun, left the table and left, "It is obviously the master of Xie Fu, a few books, it was originally his own, also

I didn't dare to steal it, and the head of the tortoise was on this sticky paper. The dead fat man knew it, and he must have laughed away. "

"Slow." Xie Jinglan sneered at Xia Houyi.

"what happened?"

"I am afraid that Xie Jinglan will not be able to make fun of me again." Xie Jinglan stood up, grabbed Xia Houyi's collar, and said fiercely, "You are my subordinate, I don't need you to teach! "

"Come on," Xia Houxi pushed away Xie Jinglan. "You're not as good as the next generation, Master."

Xie Jinglan suddenly sprang up and gave Xia Houyi a punch on the face. Xie Jinglan was so thin that he had only a single bone, no meat on his hands, and his fists were cold and beaten on his face. Xia Houzhen's face suddenly became blue, and he felt aching pain. Xia Houyi was also anxious, and he said nothing about the fist punching. Xie Jinglan was weak and weak. He couldn't beat Xia Houyi at all. However, after two moves, he was riding under Xia Houyi, and he couldn't get up.

"Adult or not? Just your body, not enough gap between your teeth? Fight with me?" Xia Houyi patted his face and smiled smugly, "Look at you, you can't beat that fat man, you just want to hit me Come out of breath? Although I'm following you now, it's not for you to bully! "

Xie Jinglan struggled for a long time to no avail, completely paralyzed on the ground, looking at the roof that had leaked a few holes, filled with anger and shame, his eyes suddenly wet. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands and gritted his teeth without talking.

During the day, Xie Jingtao hit him. He didn't drop a tear, but at this moment the tears were opened and the water was flowing. It was raging and couldn't stop.

"Why are you crying? Hey, don't you cry!" Xia Hou panicked and quickly got up from Xie Jinglan and helped him up. "Don't I touch you a few times? Don't cry!"

"I didn't cry!" Xie Jinglan turned her head away, preventing Xia Houzhen from seeing his red eye circles.

Xia Houyi used to know that he was afraid of girls crying, but he couldn't bear the idea that the boy could cry. He surrendered all of a sudden: "Okay, I'll apologize to you."

"You get me off, I don't want to see you!"

"Hey, don't you do that, I apologize to you, I'm not right, I just shouldn't say bad words."

Xie Jinglan was sullen and silent, and Xia Houchen couldn't help it. She scratched her ears and sat with Xie Jinglan for a while, and said, "Then I'm going to bed, don't cry."

Xie Jinglan don't look away from him, Xia Houzhen had to stand up and leave.

The surroundings finally calmed down, the candlelight did not know when it was out, and the deep darkness pressed down from all sides. Xie Jinglan sat on the floor alone, and tears fell again. His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room. He propped up the stool. One leg of the stool was short, and he staggered unsteadily. He almost fell.

Pushing the door open and entering the courtyard, the small and slick yard was covered with fallen leaves, and the two-cylinder lotus was already withered, leaving only the pale stems.

Twelve years of bitterness all came to mind at this moment. Everyone else had a mother, but he didn't have it. Although he had a father, it seemed to be ordinary. He grew up lonely in this most remote yard. Anyone like a rice ball was rubbed round and flattened, and anyone can come and squeeze it. Now even his subordinates don't take him seriously.

He laughed sarcastically, and then Xia Houyi's words rang in his ears again-"It is obviously the master of Xie Fu, a few books, it was originally his own, and he did not dare to steal, and the turtle was stuck here like a turtle Paper, that dead fat man knows, he must laugh out his teeth. "

Xia Houyi was right, it should be his. He stood for a while, waited for the tears on the cheeks to be blown dry by the wind, clenched his fists, and walked out of the corner door.

There was no one around, and the old lady went out of the corridor to save money. It was late winter, and the cold wind at night hurt his cheek. The road was dark. Thanks to Xie Jinglan, he remembered the way to the library and walked shallowly with deep memory.

He walked for a while to get to the library, only to find out that the door was locked. He had no key and could not open the door. After walking around the library, I didn't find any gaps that could be drilled in. The doors and windows were closed tightly.

Standing in front of the door for a while, trembling, until the wind was stiff, Xie Jinglan just woke up like a dream and turned around. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a teenager turning from behind the porch, and looked at him with a smile.

He "cut" and tilted his head. "Why are you following me? Did you come to see me?"

"How dare little?"

Xia Houyu took a thin wire from his sleeve and drilled it in the keyhole. With a click, the lock fell and the door opened slightly. Xia Houyi pushed open the door and greeted Xie Jinglan. Xie Jinglan pursed her lips and eventually followed.

"Hurry up, what books do you need, go and get them." Xia Houxi gently knocked at the door and said.

Xie Jinglan didn't say anything. Looking at the dark room, he thought that it was dark and dark. How would he find a book?

As he thought about it, Xia Houyi took out the flames and blew it gently, a cluster of flames lit between his fingers, brightly lighting the two faces. The two faces face to face, with a cluster of flames between them, close at hand.

Xie Jinglan looked at him. At this moment Xia Houzhen picked up a personal look, a clean face, a dark complexion, a healthy honey, and his eyes were as bright as stars. Xie Jinglan was twelve years old and didn't know what to look at. He only knew how to look. He had a good face by himself, and even raised the requirements for others. The people in the house looked back and forth to see that everyone felt hurt, especially Xie Jingtao in the hospital. In his eyes The sky is angry and unbearable.

Xia Houzhen's appearance was worthy of the word "OK". Xie Jinglan saw that he was pleasing to the eye, but Xia Houzhen was riding on him, and his work was still in response. He was awkward in his heart. Ignore him.

Xia Hou looked at his cold face, and was a little anxious, and said, "Are you still mad? Master, you can do well, don't get angry with me, okay? Come on, you see, the little one salutes you, please You have a large number of adults, so spare this time. "

"Who is mad at you? Well, I have never seen you so arrogant. You are lucky if you meet me. If you thank Xie Tao, you will die 800 times early!" Xie Jinglan hummed, answering Excessive, turned his head to find a book.

"That's not it. Little luck. I met a master with a kind heart like Master Jing Lan. The master hurt little and didn't care about small ones."

Xia Houyi repaired his hand with a smooth hair, Xie Jinglan went down the donkey, his face looked much better.

The bookshelves in the library are densely packed. There can only be two people between the shelves. The shelves are so high that they seem to reach the roof. There was a stale smell in the room, and there seemed to be a hint of coolness in the air. Xia Houyi felt a little embarrassing and poked Xie Jinglan's back, asking him to hurry.

Xie Jinglan walked through three bookshelves and found that the collection of books was arranged in the order of the seven outlines. Two people stared and looked for a cup of tea. Only on the seventeenth bookshelf did he find Yuan Ren's "Li The Book of Sayings. Xie Jinglan only took the first volume. He wanted to finish the second volume.

"Will you be missing books here?"

"I found a fart. Didn't you see the books are all gray? The first book here has not been turned out for hundreds of years."

"Don't speak bad language!" Xie Jinglan knocked Xia Houyi into a shudder, and took another volume. "Then I will take another volume."

Xia Houyi took the first volume, flipped it at will, and suddenly widened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Xie Jinglan noticed Xia Houyi's strangeness, and she looked around her head, and she was stunned.

The book is a magnificent and vivid picture of the Spring Palace. The bodies of men and women overlap, and the expressions on their faces are painted beautifully.

"What, what the **** is this?" Xie Jinglan closed the book, and her face was so hot that she could steam eggs.

"A picture of the Spring Palace! If I read correctly, this is still the famous" Yan Li Yi Qing Tu ", from the Yuan Dynasty painter Zhao Xiyan. There is a fake in my mother's place, shouldn't it be true?" "This picture is rich and colorful with a pen, exquisite looks, and even the clothing pattern, flowers and plants are intricately painted, which can be described as the best of the Spring Palace. You see, this is called" Red Plum Upside Down ", this is" Ying crying spring dawn ", and this It's 'Jiangnan sells summer'. "

Xie Jinglan heard a lot of things from Xia Houyi and caught the least important: "What? You just said your mother?"

Xia Houyi was excited and said a word, and quickly said: "No, no, no, I mean, your father is a fake and serious, and he even collected the palace map in the library!"

Xie Jinglan's face turned redder, and she hurriedly shoved the album back to the bookshelf, saying, "I won't take this anymore, I will take something else."

"Don't," Xia Houzhen put the album into her arms, and a smirk smiled at the corner of her mouth. "Let's get back to research and study! Pick a lamp and read it at night, don't have a taste! Master Jinglan, you must not have seen it Are you not curious? "

Xie Jinglan rightly refused: "No!"

"I didn't expect you to be serious," Xia Hou smiled. "If you don't see it, don't see it, but this thing is useful. Hold it first."

Xia Houyi asked Xie Jinglan to take him to the little fat man's study. Xie Jinglan didn't know what medicine was sold in his gourd, but he was so entangled that he had to take him. The two cautiously sneaked into the main courtyard, Xia Houyi repeated his tricks, unlocked the study, and touched it.

Xie Jinglan mentioned his throat. He was the first to do this kind of stealing chickens and dogs, but when he looked at Xia Houyun, he was unwilling to be compared with him, and braved his courage, pretending not to be afraid. He followed behind Xia Houyi, his eyes patrolling in the study, and looked around the decorations.

A plaque was hung in the middle of the room, and the letter "Sweep the Mountain House" was written. Xie Jinglan snorted. Xie Jingtao was such a character that she really defiled such a refined name. On the table was Wu Jinzhang, a pen of Liao, and Xuan Shengxuan from Yixian County, Anhui. He carefully touched the flat and soft rice paper, and his heart was envious.

He stood hesitating for a while, thinking whether to draw back a few, anyway, Xie Jingtao's unskilled and idiot must not find it. After thinking about it for a long time, Xie Jingtao couldn't find it, and his subordinates might find that it was better not to give birth outside the festival.

Xia Houyi found a stack of books on the table and took out the "Book of Rites" inside, and it was the same cover as the one they got in the library, which was the cover of the book carved by Xie Jiaxiu Wentang himself. Xia Houyi put the fake "Book of Rites" at the top, took away the real book, and greeted Xie Jinglan.

Xie Jinglan knew at a glance that Xia Houzhen had a crooked idea.

Xia Houyi shook his head and shook his head with a slight smile, and said, "When I entered the house today, I heard the grandmother said that Master Minger is back. Your fake and serious father is the most important grandson and grandson. You guess there is a must-do when he returns What is it? "

Xie Jinglan grasped the thought, but with a hot chest, he was unwilling to accept Xia Hou's affection, and said, "Just thinking about some sloppy ideas may not work."

Xiahou smiled suddenly: "Let's go and see."