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Chapter 4
搤——!
In front of the bed, the light of a knife poured out like a curtain of water.

There is no place to turn around in the small space of the bed.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes suddenly, but he didn't wait for the blade, but he shouted loudly: "How dare you explain that the mansion is fine! It's all like this... You bald donkey, take your life!"

He froze for a moment and turned around.

I saw that the dark blue "quick suit" that was originally in front of the bed was rushing towards the half shiny "egg" sticking out of the door.

"How can something happen to the county magistrate, I am wronged!" Xiufa ran away numbly.

"Everyone in the Ming family is incontinent in bed. It's clearly a stroke or stupor. Your temple calls this resting? Straight mother!"

"Ah... this...how is this possible, I misunderstood, I must have misunderstood... Master catcher, put down the knife and listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation..."

"Let's talk about the explanation. I have been patient for a long time, and today I will take your dog's head."

"!!!"

Hearing that the two outside were performing "Speed ​​of Life and Death" in the corridor, Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the water-stained bedding. He had just washed his hands and got back under the bedding before he could wipe it off...

However, you two are also a real couple.

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

Just when he was hesitating whether to go out to persuade the doctor to make trouble, Xiufa's surprised voice suddenly came from outside, "Master, you are finally here! Help me..."

I saw several people appearing at the gate of Sanhui Temple, the first two were an old monk with a white beard and a woman in a skirt.

The little monk with beautiful hair shrank behind the former like a monkey.

"Put down the knife, what are you doing in the yard, where is my Tanlang?" It was the woman in the skirt who took the first step forward, frowning and asking.

The woman has a rather long body, looks and voice in her thirties, has a mole on the corner of her mouth, and has a dignified and stern demeanor, but at the moment she looks like a tired woman who has rushed here, followed by a few maids carrying bags and boxes And the servant is similarly tired.

Yan Wuxie didn't care about these things, he was still on fire, with a sharp knife in his hand, rushing forward bluffing.

"The female Bodhisattva will take shelter for a while, and I will hand it over to the old monk." The white-bearded old monk stood up, calmly stopped the woman in the skirt, and comforted the disciple behind him.

The old monk was dressed in a black black robe and his white beard was neatly groomed. The first impression he made was that he was wise and deep, with a peaceful heart.

The abbot of Donglin Temple twirled the Buddha beads lightly, and said to the knife-carrying policeman rushing over with a stern expression: "Namo Amitabha, little benefactor Yan, please be safe and don't be impatient. If you have something to say, put down the butcher's knife first..."

"Fart your mother! He was awake two days ago, but now he has been cured of bed paralysis and incontinence. Even the bald donkeys of Donglin Temple can't escape. Let's chop it together!" The bloody Yan Wuxie said Without saying a word, just strike at the head.

"You are like this, I can't... ah! This!" The old hand who presided over the Namaste hanging beads trembled.

In the next second, the light of the knife flashed, and only the broken rosary remained in place.

It turned out that it was the host and Xiufa's master and apprentice, who had cleverly dodged aside together.

The sandalwood Buddha beads flew in the air, and immediately landed at the feet of the two, and bounced up again... for a moment, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

Unexpectedly, the host looked seventy and eighty years old, but his dodging skills were not bad, as sensitive as a monkey like his apprentice.

All the old and the young stared at the broken rosary beads and wiped off their cold sweat.

"Benefactor, killing is not allowed in the most important places of Buddhism!"

"The two bald donkeys bring their heads!"

Seeing that the reckless policeman missed a single hit, the master and the apprentice wanted to come again, and they ran away after chasing each other.

However, although the sword was shining under the bright sun, there was one person on the field who did not retreat.

"Female Bodhisattva, run quickly, Yan Butou is furious..." the old monk stretched out his hand and shouted.

The woman in Luo Qun flipped her hands, pulled up the burden stick on the shoulders of the timid servant behind her, raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, and went up to her.

The tip of the rod cut a long arc in the air.

One shot, one retraction, another poke, another pick.

A sharp knife escaped from the pained tiger's mouth and flew into the sky.

"Don't play swords in front of the servants. Where is our family's Tan Lang?" The woman in Luo Qun threw the stick behind her and asked sharply.

Yan Wuxie was stunned for a moment, looking up at the knife, even the master and apprentice who were scurrying away with their heads in their arms stopped, looking at this weak-looking woman.

Jingle Ping——

It was the swordsman hitting the ground.It was quiet inside and outside the courtyard.

"What Tanlang, who are you looking for?" Yan Wuxie calmed down as if he had been poured with cold water.

The host straightened his posture, and said helplessly, "This is the county lord's aunt Zhen, who just came from Nanlong, the county lord's hometown..."

Yan Wuxie glared at the host and Xiufa, and quickly answered: "Mingfu, he woke up two days ago, but today he has a stroke and is numb!"

The woman in Luo Qun was stunned for a moment, as if struck by lightning.The servants behind him also wept together.

Xiufa hurriedly waved her hand: "It must be a misunderstanding, incontinence on the bed may be due to other reasons..."

"You still dare to quibble!" Yan Wuxie pounced on him with bare hands, lifted the nape of Xiufa's neck, and wanted to serve him with a fist the size of a sandbag...

"I'm fine." Ouyang Rong walked out of the room wearing only a single shirt.

The whole place fell silent.

The county magistrate Ruoguan watched all the living beings in the courtyard, and said with a weak expression: "I don't have any incontinence, but the water from the washbasin was spilled... Xiaoyan was eager to seek medical treatment, and I misunderstood."

This has to be explained immediately, otherwise it will become a lifetime of stains.But in fact, he is even more complaining about the anti-human design of the foot bag and brocade boots. Why are they so difficult to wear? It took a long time to put on the shoes and go out...

Then he ordered without changing his face: "Xiaoyan catcher, let go of the hair and host first. Aunt..." He turned his head, and immediately changed his words after some familiar memories surfaced: "Auntie, don't come here, nephew It's okay, I let you go for nothing again..."

Before Ouyang Rong could finish his words, a beautiful shadow and the wind rushed towards him, almost knocking him back into the room, but someone immediately helped him stabilize—he was already in the broad embrace of the woman in the skirt— He just needs to enjoy the warm harbor provided by his family, but this aunt... is a bit fierce.

Zhen's chin rested on his nephew's shoulder, his eyes were a little red, and he gasped and murmured, "It's fine if it's not a stroke and wetting the bed, it's fine if it's not a stroke and wetting the bed... You are the only male in our Ouyang family, the only seed for reading. Three long and two short, let me go down and explain to your parents and uncle... As long as Tan Lang is fine, it's fine if he doesn't wet the bed, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

The woman in Luo Qun, who had been worried and frightened all the way, murmured brokenly, but she still seemed to have lingering fears.

"..." Ouyang Rong has black lines all over his head, can we not mention the oolong of bedwetting?

However, it is also understandable that in this era of slow carriages and horses, a stroke or a vegetative state means torture worse than death for a reading seed who has placed high hopes on the rise of a poor family, and it also means torture for his family.

He whispered in her ear: "Auntie, stop talking, there are outsiders."

Zhen Shi let go of her arms, glanced at him, and whispered:
"Is that embarrassing? When you were a child, you wet the bed, or I helped your mother change the cloth for you. I just entered the house at that time... But it's true, you are twenty weak crowns in the blink of an eye, and you are already a county parent. , I've been to the gods and met the emperor, and I've seen the great people and the world that my aunt has never seen... It's time to find a marriage that is well-matched."

Ouyang Rong just smiled, pretending he didn't hear the last sentence.

On the other side, Yan Wuxie stared at the living county magistrate for a while, let go of her hair quietly, and did not forget to reach out to touch the little bald head, as if a little embarrassed, "Mingfu, I, I was frightened just now, It wasn't intentional, I...I apologize to the two masters! I spoke a little louder just now."

"There's no need to catch Xiaoyan quickly..." The county magistrate Ruoguan seemed to want to comfort him, but in the next second he suddenly looked around in confusion: "Who is knocking on the wooden fish?"

Zhen Shi was curious, "What are you knocking on the wooden fish? We are the only ones here, but Tan Lang is still dizzy?"

The host took out a new rosary from nowhere, clasped his hands together and said, "Sponsor Ouyang, why don't you go into the house to rest for a while, and I will take your pulse again?"

Ouyang Rong didn't respond, but silently looked ahead.And on the line directly in front of him stood the little novice Xiufa, who was quietly trying to break free from Yan Wuxie's killing hand.

Seeing that everyone followed Ouyang Rong's gaze, Xiufa was at a loss.

However, only Ouyang Rong knew that what he was staring at...was a familiar shadow of a pagoda lingering in front of him.

Just say why the sound of the wooden fish is so familiar!Ouyang Rong was belatedly aware.

"Tan Lang...don't scare Auntie." Mrs. Zhen grasped Ouyang Rong's arm, and looked at him carefully with her pair of Danfeng eyes that were slightly sharp but soft.

Everyone on the field did not dare to take a breath, and the magistrate of weak crown, who was not angry and pretentious, quickly recovered his calm expression.

"I'm fine." He smiled.

From just now to now, this turn of events has been full of surprises, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Zhen ordered the slaves to have a rest, and Ouyang Rong also instructed Yan Wuxie a few words. Everyone laughed and went into the room to talk together.

Ouyang Rong's expression was normal the whole time.

It's really not a big deal, it's not worth mentioning, it's just that he saw a rather familiar merit pagoda, an old actor.

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(PS: Warm reminder, non-systematic text. In addition, the first ten chapters are slowly laying the groundwork. If you want to go directly to the good brothers who have gone down the mountain to control the water, you can directly skip to Chapter [-] and start reading~)

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