Chapter 10: Ning Qiushui

The old man Dai Shengyan seemed to like Wangqing Pavilion, and even the school was located there. There were no more snow in these days, and there were several pots of charcoal fire in the attic. Xie Jinglan wrapped like a woolen ball, and he was not afraid of the severe cold on the lake.
In the deep winter, the scenery on the smoke wave pool is even more intoxicating. The sky and the water are almost the same, and they are all white. A distant mountain like a thick ink is wiped in the middle, and everyone seems to be sitting in landscape painting.
Xia Houzhen came purely to make soy sauce. Every class, he pretended to stand the book on the table, and hid a textbook underneath. He was interested. He listened to one ear, the righteousness, wisdom, and wisdom. Sleep or read the storybook.
When Dai Shengyan saw his unwillingness and aggressiveness, he hated iron and made steel. He urged a few words at first, and then he left.
Xie Jinglan listened intently and with no distractions, but within a few days, his book was full of dense comments, which made Xia Houyi feel spinning and scalp.
Dai Shengyan had a very interesting class. He only spoke in the morning and let Xie Jinglan read a book in the afternoon. He sat on the observation deck on the first floor and went fishing. If he had any questions, Xie Jinglan could ask him. When answering questions, Xie Jinglan stood on the side and asked with an open mind, and often asked for half an hour. Xia Houyi was bored aside, looking forward to going home from school to catch birds.
Dai Shengyan shook his head when he saw it, and said, "Learning is thinking, there must be doubts about thinking, and there must be questions about doubt. Xiaoying, do you have nothing to ask?"
Xie Jinglan said: "He doesn't even read books, what can I ask? He is only curious about what is the most effective way to catch birds."
Xia Houyi laughed and said, "Still the youngest person knows me best."
Dai Shengyan sighed helplessly, and said, "You child, have a snack."
Xia Houyi was helpless, and said, "Well, sir, you asked me to ask."
"Oh? You say it."
Xie Jinglan also looked at him sideways, and he stuck his tongue out and said, "Dare to ask Mr. Confucius, but the most learned Confucian?"
Dai Shengyan said: "That's nature."
"Then his old man would memorize" Mencius "and Tang poems, would he write eight shares?"
Dai Shengyan laughed: "Confucius had died a hundred years ago when Mencius was born. How can he memorize Mencius? Not to mention the eight poems of Tang Poems, Xiaoxiong, this question is really casual."
Xia Houyi said a long "Oh" and said, "The most learned Confucius doesn't have to learn these things yet, why should we learn them?"
Dai Shengyan was speechless and said, "Just stop, I don't care what you are."
Xia Houyi was free from this, and only needed to submit a few test poems a day to pass. However, this test post poem is also really hard. Xia Houyi scratched his ears and scratched his head, meditating hard, peeping at Xie Jinglan's work from time to time, and then making up and messing up by himself, only to get a few sentences. These days are really difficult, Xia Houzhen just felt like he was going to be a teenager.
However, Dai Shengyan's class is not extremely boring. When he is resting, he often tells some funny stories, or ghost stories from what books.
It ’s just that Dai Shengyan looks thin and fragile, honest, standard and decent old master, but the taste is very heavy. Nine of the ten stories told are ghost stories, and some are very strange. "Sore", "Ghost's hand under the bed", "Smile in the mountain" and the like.
Xie Jinglan actually felt that Dai Shengyan wasted his time and was boring to talk about these things. He might as well talk about Mencius Jingyi. However, he was not good at interfering with words. He planned to let Dai Shengyan talk. He continued to review his lessons. However, he did not expect that one's attention was attracted by Dai Shengyan, so he heard countless gloomy things without knowing it. Horrible ghost story.
Xia Houyi was born with boldness. To him, these ghost stories are snacks after tea, and he has heard more strange and than these. But Xie Jinglan heard it for the first time, which caused his scalp to become numb and goose bumps, and he couldn't control his ears, even if the hair was in his heart, he couldn't help listening. At night, he turned around and looked at himself involuntarily. Is there a human face on the arm?
The sound of pattering rain gradually sounded outside the window, accompanied by the howling wind, the roof tiles were jingled by the raindrops. Xie Jinglan couldn't sleep. He dragged the quilt to the outhouse to find Xia Houyi, but only saw an empty quilt.
Where did this kid go in the middle of the night?
I won't be abducted by a female ghost ...
Of course Xia Houyi would not be abducted by a female ghost. At this moment, he was walking under the eaves of the corridor, and he ran and jumped through the window into Xie Bingfeng's study.
Xie Bingfeng's study is much more than Xie Jingtao's. Xia Houyi went straight to the desk, opened the drawers one by one, and turned out a stack of letters. The letters were randomly placed in unlocked drawers, which did not appear to be confidential. Xia Houyi remembered the names of the letters in his head with his unforgettable ability, and took a look at the contents of the letters incidentally.
Xie Bingfeng's amateur life is really boring. The letters talk about either piano, calligraphy, or political affairs in the DPRK. Some droughts in the eastern Zhejiang, floods in the Yellow River, disturbances, and the like are mixed with some angry scolds. Words.
Suddenly, there were messy footsteps outside, and Xia Hou was frightened. He put the letter back in the drawer, closed it, and turned and hid in a cabinet.
The door was opened, and two people hit the table, accompanied by a quick gasp and passion.
Who is so bold to do anything in Xie Bingfeng's study?
"You enemies, please close the door." A gasp of voices sounded in panting.
"Okay, I'll close the door." The male voice answered.
Xia Houzhen didn't dare to come out, and shrank in the cabinet motionless.
The two of them were at , the desk was shaken constantly, the woman moaned loudly and loudly, and the man was breathing heavily.
Xia Houyi is not a good young man with no personal knowledge. He has stolen several fire-prevention pictures collected by his mother. Although he has not played in person, he is very clear about what is going on between men and women. Now blushed.
Gently opened the door a slit, and saw the two bodies on the desk intimately overlapping each other. The woman closed her eyes, and her expression seemed to be both painful and joyful. The man turned his back on Xia Houyi, and every impact made him The desk was shaken violently.
The woman's hand touched the man's spine and slid upwards along the ridgeline. Suddenly, the seemingly soft, boneless hand pinched a section of the man's spine and lifted it up and down. The sound of bone cracking suddenly sounded, tight. Then the man groaned, then fell to the ground like a burlap bag.
His pupils were scattered and he was clearly dead.
That was the first time Xia Hou saw a real dead person. It turned out that the death was so stingy. It wasn't a few lines of black and white in lower case, or a simple wave of a knife in his mother's mouth. The corpse was still hot, staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, Xiahou looked at the gray face, felt his hands holding the cabinet door cold inch by inch.
He covered his mouth and closed the door in fright, waiting for the woman to leave.
Suddenly, Jiao Didi's voice sounded again: "Little hair thief in the cabinet, come out."
He was found!
Xia Houzhen was in a hurry, hesitant to go out.
Suddenly, a knife as thin as a cicada wing was inserted into the door of the cabinet, only an inch away from Xia Houyi's nose. Xia Houyi stared at the silvery blade of water and almost jumped out of his throat.
"I stab it again, but I will see blood."
Xia Hou covered her eyes with one hand and crawled out of the closet frankly, and said, "Sister forgive me, the little ones see everything, but don't know anything!"
"Well? Who is so bold that I sneak into the master's study late at night, it turns out to be Xiahou kid."
Xia Houyi put down his hand and saw a beautiful woman looking at him with a smile. The woman wore Xie Fu's maid costume before she "fighted", before she had time to tidy up, her clothes were half-faded, exposing round shoulders and chest.
The woman reached into her armpit and tore her hand, and the two white groups were torn off by him in this way. Then she raised her hand again and peeled off a human skin mask, exposing her original appearance. He rolled his neck, stretched his hands, and with the sound of bones bursting, he grew several inches in height.
With Xia Houyun's gaze, he changed from a woman to a man.
"You ... you are Brother Qiu!"
Tight Na Luo Qiu Ye, one of the eight blue parts. Xia Houyu often saw him when he was on the mountain. He had a good temper and was usually the first person to eat rice with his mother.
Xiahou suddenly thought of it, wasn't that knife just Qiu Shui of Akiba?
I didn't expect that the first time they met at the foot of the mountain would be like this ...
Xiahou Jiu could not speak for a long time.
"You don't seem to know my skills yet?" Akiba chuckled Xiahou with a smile, "This is my bone-shrinking effort."
"I've never seen it before, it's better known ... seeing it." Xia Houyi's mouth could put an egg.
Qiu Ye kindly helped Xia Houyu to close his mouth, and said with a smile: "We are really destined to meet in this kind of place, only then my Qiushui almost killed you."
Xia Hou was silent, thinking to himself, such a fate is unnecessary.
Akiba continued: "Xiao Xun, I see that your bones are strange and talented. In this way, if your mother-in-law has accidentally explained in the Western Regions, you will come to me, worship me as a master, and follow my art. In the future, if you want to seduce a woman, you will seduce a woman, if you want to seduce a man, you will seduce a man. Would you say OK? "
What a fart, neither man nor woman, he didn't want to learn.
Xia Houyi shook his head into a rattle.
Qiu Ye nodded and dismissed Xia Hou's head, and said, "You little doll, you don't understand the benefits of shrinking bones and tolerating. Others want to learn and don't teach me yet."
"It is enough for me to learn swordsmanship." The image of Xia Houyi's gentle big brother about Akiba was completely subverted. He now feels awkward when talking to Akiba. You do n’t have to worry about it. And my mother can come back safely.

"You don't even have a decent knife, but you're the only one in the world?"
"There will be in the future." Xia Hou sullenly said, "Brother Qiu, why are you here? Someone bought this man's life? He looks familiar, like a steward of Xiefu."
"Did you forget the rules of Galan? Do your own thing and don't interfere. Go back to bed and wait for your brother to come to play when you are free."
"……Oh."
Xia Houyi walked away in three steps. He really wanted to ask Qiu Ye, how did he cheat the housekeeper and make the housekeeper think he was a woman?
The structure of men and women ... isn't it different? Are the Spring Palace maps deceptive?
In the end, Xia Houzhen didn't ask.
Qiu Ye sent Xia Houyi away, took another human skin mask from her arms and put it on his face, and then took off the clothes of the dead person and put it on. Before leaving, he did not forget to wipe off Xia Houyi's footprints on the windowsill After closing the scene, the door was closed and the body was gone.
If someone happened to pass by, it would scare the spirit away, because the person who carried the back was exactly the same as the person being carried.
Xia Hou thoughtfully returned to Qiuwuyuan. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xie Jinglan sitting under his quilt on his couch and dozing, his head still a little bit.
Xia Houyi's heart almost didn't pop out. How long has the boy been sitting here?
Xie Jinglan rubbed her eyes and raised her head, stupidly saying, "Where have you been and why did you come back?"
"I went to the latrine."
Xie Jinglan looked at him suspiciously: "Are you suffering from a Yang knot? So long?"
"It seems a bit ..." Xia Hou lied guilty and shoved him. "What are you doing here? I am going to sleep."
Xie Jinglan stood for a while and yelled, "That ... it's cold outside, would you like to sleep with me in the back room?"
"Which is cold? Set up two stoves." Xia Houzhen looked at Xie Jinglan's tangled expression and suddenly understood, "Are you afraid of sleeping alone?"
"Go away, are you afraid! I always sleep alone."
However, Dai Lao has been telling a lot of ghost stories recently ...
Xia Houxi already had the answer in his heart. The face of taking care of Xie Jinglan didn't say it, and he picked up his pillow and quilt as kindly as possible, and pushed Xie Jinglan back to the back room.
"Let's go, it's really cold outside."
When Xia Houyi was in the room, Xie Jinglan suddenly felt relieved. The rain had stopped, and it was quiet in the dark. He heard Xia Houyun's breathing and from time to time he turned over and over.
"Master, are you asleep?" Xia Houxi asked softly.
"not yet."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Say it."
"What kind of punishment will be imposed if officials are found in private parties and private parties?"
"If you have friends, you have a party. Scholars disregard each other. They either use the division to support the gang, or divide the enemy and me by region. The Niu party, Li party, Zhejiang party emblem, and party can be found everywhere. What a private. "
"Uh ..." Xiahou Yun thought for a long time, and tried his best to organize the language.
What party? He certainly couldn't name Xie Bingfeng and one of his fox friends and dog friends.
What private business? They seem to have no selfish interests, nothing more than tea tasting and insulting the party.
What should I say? Xia Hou scratched his head and thought that reading was still a bit useful, at least he could linger.
"Let me give some examples?"
Xie Jinglan thought for a while, and said, "Do you know the evil of the party in the Han Dynasty? Forget it, you certainly don't know. Lieutenant Dou Wu and his fellow soldiers led soldiers into the palace. Captured by Li Jie, the scholars of Li Yuan reported their feelings, and Cao Jie falsely accused them of conspiracy. Li Ye, Du Mi, Fan Ye, and other great Confucians were executed, and there were more than 700 people. "
Mother, it's terrible.
Xia Houyi recalled the contents of the letter, which did not mention anything like driving soldiers to the palace, it should not be so serious.
"Then if you have a tea together, read a picture, scold the party, call a girl to sing a little song or something?"
"If it is called the literati's collection, at most, officials say that prostitutes are not allowed to punish prostitutes or anything. But ... Xi always has a narrow-minded heart, and when he grows up, he may be slack in his hat for malfeasance. "
Xia Houyun was relieved, so it seems that Xie Bingfeng is fine, so don't worry.
Xie Jinglan asked: "Good, what do you ask?"
"Nothing, I just ask blindly, if I choose an official later, I also have to form a party to find the backer?"
"Well, die this heart, you can't even pass the show. But you have well-developed limbs, maybe you can catch a dunk."
Xia Houzhen didn't answer. The room suddenly calmed down, the moon moved out of the clouds, and the moonlight entered the room.
"Hey, Master, will you trust the party in the future?" Xia Houyun turned to his side and looked at Xie Jinglan.
Xie Jinglan froze and said, "The teacher said, 'How difficult is the world, and the heart is precious?' I naturally wouldn't be a stray dog. At most, when the people were chaotic, I was released as an official to maintain peace. After the turmoil subsided, I went back to the Kuang Fu Society to help Ankang. "
"What if you have a dilemma and have no choice?"
"Life is dead, I can't decide life or death, at least I can decide the way I want to go."
What more would you like to say? When you look away, you can see that Xiahou Hou has no response and can only hear his long breathing.
He fell asleep.
Xie Jinglan turned over and looked at Xia Hou's peaceful sleeping face. Moonlight hit his fine porcelain-like cheeks through the window paper and was coated with a streamer. He stared for a while before closing his eyes and falling asleep.