Teng——!
In front of the bed, the light of a sword poured out like a curtain of water.
There is no room for maneuver in the small space of the bed.
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes suddenly, but before the blade came, he shouted loudly: "How dare you say that Tangtang is okay! This is what happened... You bald donkey, you will die!"
He was stunned and turned around.
I saw the navy blue "catsuit" that was originally in front of the bed, rushing towards the half-polished "egg" sticking out of the door.
"How could something happen to the county magistrate? It's unfair! It's unfair!" He ran away with his hair numb.
"Mingtang is incontinent in bed. It's obviously a stroke or stupor. Your temple calls this resting? You're a bastard!"
"Ah... this... how is this possible? It's a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding... Master, please put down the knife and listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation..."
"If you want to explain, go ahead and tell me. I've tolerated you for a long time, and I will kill you today."
"!!!"
The next second, the sword flashed, leaving only the broken rosary in place.
The host also took out the new rosary beads from nowhere, clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Ouyang, why don't you come in and rest for a while, and I can take your pulse again?"
"What Tan Lang, who are you looking for?" Yan Wuxie seemed to have been poured cold water on his face, calm down.
The woman has a rather long body, an appearance and a voice in her thirties. She has a mole at the corner of her mouth, and her temperament is somewhat dignified and stern. But at the moment, she looks tired from a long journey, and she is followed by several maids carrying bags and boxes.
He and the boy were in a similar state of fatigue.
Just tell me why the sound of the wooden fish is so familiar! Ouyang Rong realized it later.
A pat, a contraction, another poke, and another pick.
Madam Zhen was curious, "What are you talking about? We are the only ones here, but Tan Lang is still dizzy?"
"Female Bodhisattva, run quickly, Yan is so angry..." the old monk stretched out his hand and shouted.
Yan Wuxie glared at the host He Xiufa and responded: "Mingtang woke up two days ago, but today he has suffered a stroke and is stunned!"
Madam Zhen ordered the slaves to rest again. Ouyang Rong also gave Yan Wuxie a few words of advice. Everyone smiled and went into the room to talk together.
"I can't help you like this...ah! This!" The old man who was in charge of putting his hands together and hanging the beads trembled.
The two masters and apprentices saw that the reckless police officer missed a single hit and wanted to come again. You chased me and ran away.
"Don't show your sword in front of the servant. Where is our tanlang?" the Luoqun woman threw the stick behind her and asked sharply.
A sharp knife escaped from the painful tiger's mouth and flew into the sky.
Ouyang Rong just smiled and pretended not to hear the next sentence.
"..." Ouyang Rong's head is full of black lines, can we not mention the oolong issue of bedwetting?
The old monk wears black robes and has a neatly groomed white beard. The first impression he gives is that he is wise, deep and peaceful.
The old man and the young man all stared at the broken rosary beads and wiped away cold sweat.
Mrs. Zhen let go of her arms, looked at him, and whispered:
"Is this embarrassing? When you were a child, you wet the bed, and I helped your mother change the cloth for you. I just entered the house at that time... But it's also true that in the blink of an eye, you turned into a weakling in your twenties, and you were already a county parent official.
, I have also been to the gods and met the emperor, and I have seen great people and worldly things that my aunt has never seen... It is time to find a well-matched marriage."
Magistrate Wuguan looked at all the creatures in the courtyard and said with a weak expression: "I am not incontinent, I am not incontinent. It was the water from the basin that was spilled... Xiaoyan is eager to seek medical treatment, but she misunderstood."
The little monk with fair hair shrank behind the former like a monkey.
He then ordered with an unchanging expression: "Xiao Yan, please let go of your hair and host first. Aunt..." He turned his head, and some familiar memories surfaced and he immediately changed his words: "Aunt, you are fine, nephew.
It’s okay, you’ve made another trip in vain…”
Everyone on the field dared not take a breath, and the magistrate, who was not angry and proud, quickly regained his composure.
This must be explained immediately, otherwise it will be a stain for life. But in fact, he is now complaining about the anti-human design of the footbags and brocade boots. Why are they so difficult to wear? It took him a long time to put on the shoes and go out...
On the other side, Yan Wuxie stared at the living county magistrate for a while, then quietly let go of his hair, not forgetting to reach out and touch his little bald head, as if he was a little embarrassed, "Mingtang, I, I was scared just now, wasn't it?
On purpose, I...I apologize to the two masters! I spoke a little too loud just now."
"There is no need for Xiaoyan to catch the fish quickly..." The magistrate of Xiuguan County seemed to want to comfort him, but the next second he suddenly looked around with confusion on his face: "Who is knocking the wooden fish?"
Just when he was hesitating whether to go out and persuade the doctor to make trouble, a surprised voice suddenly came from outside, "Master, you are finally here! Please help me..."
The tip of the stick cut a long arc in the air.
The abbot of Donglin Temple twirled the beads lightly and said with a serious face to the knife-carrying policeman who rushed towards him: "Namo Amitabha, please be patient, little benefactor Yan. If you have something to say, put down the butcher knife first..."
The woman in the skirt, who had been worried and frightened all the way, muttered to herself, but she still seemed to have lingering fears.
It turned out to be the host and the master and apprentice of Xiufa, who had cleverly dodged aside.
Before Ouyang Rong could finish his words, a beautiful figure blew towards him and almost knocked him back into the house. However, someone immediately helped him to stabilize him - and he was already in the broad embrace of the woman in the skirt -
He just needs to enjoy the warm haven provided by his family, but this aunt... is a bit fierce.
"Tan Lang... don't scare Auntie." Madam Zhen grabbed Ouyang Rong's arm and looked at him cautiously with her slightly sharp yet soft eyes.
Unexpectedly, the host looked like he was seventy or eighty years old, but his dodge skills were not bad, and he was as agile as a monkey like his disciple.
"I'm fine." He smiled.
"Bring the heads of these two bald donkeys!"
The sandalwood beads flew in the air, landed at their feet, and bounced up again...for a moment, they were like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.
However, it is also understandable that in this era of very slow carriages and horses, a stroke or a vegetative state means a torture crueler than death for a scholar who has high hopes of rising from a poor family, and also for his family members.
He whispered in her ear: "Auntie, please stop talking, there are outsiders."
Ouyang Rong was speechless.
Ouyang Rong didn't respond, and looked ahead silently. And just in front of him was the little novice monk Xiu Xiu, who was quietly trying to break away from Yan Wuxie's big hand that was touching his head kindly.
Yan Wuxie didn't pay attention to this. He was still on fire and rushed forward with a sharp knife in his hand.
"Put down the knife, what are you doing in the yard? Where is my tanlang?" But it was the woman in Luoqun who took a step forward first, frowning and speaking.
However, although the swords were shining brightly under the sun, there was one person on the field who refused to retreat.
Zhen's chin rested on her nephew's shoulder, her eyes were a little red, and she gasped and murmured: "It's not a stroke that makes us wet the bed, it's not a stroke that makes us wet the bed... You are the only male in our Ouyang family, the only seed of reading, if there is one
There are three long and two shortcomings. How can I go down and explain to your parents and uncle... Tanlang is fine, just not wet the bed, don't be afraid, don't be afraid anymore..."
The woman in the skirt was stunned for a moment, as if she had been struck by lightning. The slaves behind her also cried and howled together.
The host adjusted his demeanor and spoke helplessly: "This is the county magistrate's aunt, Zhen, who just came from Nanlong, the county magistrate's hometown..."
Yan Wuxie was stunned and looked up at the knife. Even the master and the disciples who were running around were stunned and looked at this weak and weak-looking woman.
"Female Bodhisattva, please stay away for now and leave it to me to handle." The white-bearded old monk stood up, calmly stopped the woman in the skirt, and comforted his disciple.
But the woman in the skirt turned her hand, pulled the bundle stick off the timid slave's shoulder after standing up, raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, and faced her.
From just now to now, there have been twists and turns and surprises, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, you two are really a pair.
Ding dong ping——
The whole place fell silent.
I saw several people appearing at the entrance of Sanhui Yuan. The first two people were an old monk with a white beard and a woman in a skirt.
"I'm fine." Ouyang Rong only put on a single piece of clothing and walked out of the house.
However, only Ouyang Rong himself knew that what he was staring at... was the lingering shadow of a familiar tower in front of him.
It was the swords hitting the ground. It became quiet inside and outside the courtyard.
"You dare to quibble!" Yan Wuxie rushed forward with his bare hands, lifted up the back of his hair and used his fists as big as sandbags to serve him...
Seeing everyone following Ouyang Rong's gaze, his hair was at a loss.
"Fuck you! I was awake two days ago, but now I have been treated for bed paralysis and incontinence. You Donglin Temple bald donkeys can't escape, so I'll chop them down together!" But the vigorous Yan Wuxie said
Without saying a word, he chopped him on the head.
Xiufa waved her hands hurriedly: "It must be a misunderstanding. Incontinence in bed may be due to other reasons..."
"Donor, killing is prohibited in this important place of Buddhism!"
Listening to the two people outside performing "Speed ​​of Life and Death" in the corridor, Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, looked down at the water-stained bedding, and got back into bed without having time to wipe his hands just now...
Ouyang Rong looked normal throughout the whole process.
It was indeed nothing important and not worth mentioning. It was just that he saw a tower of merit that he was quite familiar with. He was an old actor.
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Chapter completed!