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Chapter 36
Ouyang Rong was awakened by the disappointed eyes of others.

He lay on the table that made a temporary bed, opened his eyes, and stared at the dark beams of the courtroom for a while, dazedly.

At the beginning of the final exam, because of his poor foreign language, he fell into that ordinary university, but in fact Ouyang Rong was quite satisfied there.

It has many open-air basketball courts; there is a gap in the wall next to the dormitory where the flow of people is more lively than the back door; on the way to the classroom there is a row of ginkgo leaves in autumn, and you can ride a bicycle through Wuhu among the apricot leaves; Parkinson's has not yet reached the advanced stage, and a bowl of rice is only fifty cents to ensure that he will not eat dirt; the most important thing is that the professional monk in the Faculty of Arts has less meat and more meat, sitting in the classroom is like opening a harem, and there are many beautiful girls , although they are not as rich as my junior sister, but they are much more generous...

Well, let’s stop pretending, in fact, he is a class grass, so naturally he misses the country he has made, the girls who blush when they talk to him, and the roommates who have passionate sex with him.

But his family and friends were dissatisfied, and felt that his talent should have gone to a better place, but it was a pity that it was abandoned and laid flat.

Ouyang Rong didn't agree at all with what they said belittled his college time. Maybe it was because of too much self-esteem, or maybe it was hurt by a certain disappointed look. He was determined to take the postgraduate entrance examination. school.

Isn't it just reading on horseback? It's just a simple model of life.

Sometimes people live just to catch their breath.

Now the county magistrate Ouyang Rong, who is going to turn over the table and search the house, also wants to fight for the name "fairness".

These days, he found that the poor people who surrounded him in the disaster relief camp on the outskirts of the city looked at him as the county magistrate with completely opposite eyes from those of his family and friends in the previous life.

This is a look of hope that Ouyang Rong can't express.

They seemed to trust him, the magistrate of the turnip county who "did around and meddling in other people's business" in the disaster relief camp all day long.

But Ouyang Rong thinks that he didn't make their life much better: the daily porridge and rice are not enough to fill them up, they just fill their stomachs so that they don't feel hungry, and the greenhouses they built are just to shelter them from the wind and rain, not the cold.

And their original houses, original fields, and even their original relatives are gone.

Having lost so much, Ouyang Rong just gave something to survive.

Why are they so grateful to him?

It's like... finally a ruler who sees them as human beings.

After thinking about this world, Ouyang Rong felt angry in his chest, which suddenly surged up, and it was difficult to get down.

In the dark lobby, Ouyang Rong couldn't sleep anyway, turned over and got off the table, put on an unlined garment, and went to the east warehouse again.

Tonight is a crescent moon, the light is dim.

But the east warehouse is brightly lit by hundreds of torches.

Qin Duwei blocked the door with his waist knife, and the soldiers on all sides were dedicated to their duties. Not far away, there were elite sentry soldiers hiding with strong bows in their hands, ready to guard at any time.

In the East Treasury, Old Cuitou led his apprentice scribes to work overtime.

Xie Lingjiang pulled out a wooden stool and placed it horizontally in front of the door. She was sitting upright, her small white-tip chin tilted subconsciously, and she was looking straight ahead with her sword in her arms.

Tight inside and out.

Except for the sound of the abacus of the scribes, the whole audience was quiet, seeing that everything was fine.

Ouyang Rong felt a little relieved, went to inspect the account, greeted everyone, and asked about the progress of the audit.

He also went to check the buckets of well water prepared in the yard, in case some people jumped over the wall and set fire to the house.

However, with so many ledgers in the East Warehouse, it was impossible to burn them all at once without being noticed by everyone. This way was blocked by him.

Ouyang Rong heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the sky, it was still in the middle of the night, it was almost halfway through the night, he thought for a while, then went back to the courthouse not far away to continue to rest, after checking the accounts tomorrow, he was still busy with business.

However, as soon as he went back, he ran into Banxi outside the gate of the court.

This Silla maidservant was wearing a veiled hat, carrying a small box in both hands, and greeted her with happy small steps, "Master, my lady asked me to bring some supper over here."

Ouyang Rong looked at it and nodded:
"Thank you. Auntie is fine."

"It's not hard, Meilu Garden is very good, but the lady is a little worried about you."

"It's fine, I'm not hungry."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, opened the box and lowered his eyes to check it, and then stuffed the supper snacks to the yamen servants who brought Banxi over.

"Send her back to Meilu Garden. In addition, send the food to the east storehouse, give it to Old Cuitou and Junior Sister Xie to taste, and tell them that it's okay to take a rest if you're tired, and don't be in a hurry."

"Yes, my lord."

The yamen servants left with a bit of reluctance on their faces, while Ouyang Rong first said his hard work to the officers and soldiers guarding outside the hall, either openly or secretly, chatted a few words, and returned to the courtroom.

This time he didn't lie down to rest, but turned off the fire, sat alone on the chair, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose to rest his mind.

In fact, this court not far from the East Warehouse is also heavily guarded. There are many traps in the courtyard, and there are guards on the roof, waiting for a certain family to take risks.

After all, dogs will jump over the wall when they are in a hurry.

Sitting alone in the dark, Ouyang Rong felt a little sleepy, and at this moment, several crisp sounds of wooden fish suddenly came from his ears.

He was slightly taken aback.

In the middle of the night, why did you suddenly increase your merit?

The young county magistrate was a little puzzled, but no matter how he thought about it, adding merit should be a good thing.

He nodded, closing his eyes to rest in the dark.

……

Xie Lingjiang looked at the late-night snacks sent by his senior brother, then turned his head to look at Captain Qin outside the door, who nodded slightly, indicating that someone had checked and the food was fine.

Xie Lingjiang looked back and continued to sit upright.

Staring at the warehouse, did not go to eat.

"Mingfu treats us kindly." Old Cuitou distributed supper to his apprentices, and looked at the sky, "After eating, we can only rest for a quarter of an hour. If you want to relieve your hand, don't go too far, come back early."

Everyone nodded, got up one after another, stretched and relaxed, and went out to relieve their hands, but they would be searched by Qin Duwei and others before going out.

Only Old Cui didn't move his head, and continued to sit in his original position to organize the account books, and reached out to take the account books on the desks of other scribes, and looked down to check.Others are no strangers to this.

Only Xie Lingjiang and old Cuitou were left in the East Warehouse.

Xie Lingjiang said: "The old man should also rest, I will take care of you here."

Old Cui shook his head and murmured: "It's almost dawn."

"The Liu family's tent, have you found it?"

Old Cui sighed and pointed to the stack of confidential ledgers on the table: "No wonder every year there is a flood, you can get rich every year. Every time it is like a prophet..."

Xie Ling Jiang Ning raised her eyebrows, got up and went to check, at this moment, she suddenly smelled a pungent smell different from night snacks, she immediately held her breath, and seemed to have a tacit understanding, she suddenly raised her head:

I saw, on the ceiling of the warehouse, there was a big black gecko... No, it wasn't a black gecko, it was a man wearing a black robe and a bronze animal face, his whole body was clinging to the stone bricks of the ceiling.

I don't know when it sneaked in!

Xie Lingjiang made a decisive decision, grabbed several brushes on the table, and threw them like throwing knives.

The beast-faced monster turned over three times in a row to dodge, and at the same time waved his sleeves, throwing something.

Xie Lingjiang below had already picked up the longbow, the bow was bent like a moon, the bow hadn't moved with the naked eye, and an arrow had already left the string, and with a "swish", it nailed the object dropped by the beast-faced monster to the ceiling.

There was a loud bang, and a three-meter-diameter flame exploded immediately from the arrow nail, sparks flying everywhere.

Fortunately, a table below was kicked up and caught most of the fallen Flames.

All this happened in just one breath.

The beast-faced demon seemed to be afraid, and climbed the rock like a gecko, climbing towards the only narrow skylight on the top of the warehouse.

"Want to run?"

Xie Ling Jiang's brows stood on end, and the next second she stepped on the edge of the table, like an eagle waving its wings to the blue clouds, leaping lightly onto the beams of the house, drawing its sword to keep people away.

The beast-faced demon didn't turn his head back, and threw another object, but was bounced ten meters away by Xie Lingjiang Jian's back, and fell, but this time it didn't explode.

Xie Lingjiang didn't bother, and took the opportunity to approach, the sword light flashed, and the beast-faced monster was cut in half from the middle.

But in the next second, a strange thing happened, the broken lower half fluttered down, it was an empty black robe; the "upper half" continued to climb out towards the skylight, and the skylight the size of a human head was actually drilled out by it.

"Witchcraft! Immortal alchemist's path?"

Xie Lingjiang gritted his teeth, landed quickly, rushed out of the door without saying a word, and said to Qin Duwei and others who gathered vigilantly outside the door, "Seal the doors and windows and let no one enter", and chased after the demon.

In just a few breaths, the two qi practitioners fought, the soldiers were very shocked, they went into the room and checked around, and seeing that the old Cui head who was in charge of the audit was not injured, they all retreated, closed the doors and windows.

It's just that Qin Duwei and others, who were guarding the surroundings outside the door and strengthening their vigilance, didn't notice that in the east warehouse behind them, Old Cuitou, who was sitting alone, bent down silently, and picked up the dog named Fen Tianlei on the ground. The cylinder was the last one thrown by the demon just now but did not explode.

Old Cui turned the small tube calmly, and slowly poured the mixture of ointment and black powder on the stack of account books on the table, and then poured some on his gray hair and body.

After finishing all this without anyone noticing, the quiet old man reached out to pick up the oil lamp on the next table.

But in the next second, there was a man's voice familiar to the old man outside the door:
"What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)