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 heard a loud shout: "How dare you say that Tangtang is fine! It's already like this... 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 so unfair! It's so 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? A straight motherfucker!"
"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..."
"Go ahead and tell me your explanation. I've tolerated you for a long time, and I will kill you today."
"!!!"
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...
However, you two are really a couple.
Ouyang Rong was speechless.
Just when he was hesitating whether to go out and persuade the doctor to make trouble, a surprised voice suddenly came from outside, "Host, you are finally here! Please help me..."
I saw several people appearing at the entrance of Sanhui Yuan. The first two people were a white-haired old monk and a woman in a skirt.
The little monk with fair 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 Luoqun who took the first step forward, frowning and speaking.
The woman has a rather long body, an expression and a voice in her thirties. She has a mole on 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 is followed by several maids carrying bags and boxes. He and the boy were in a similar state of fatigue.
Yan Wuxie didn't pay attention to this. He was still on fire and rushed forward with a sharp knife in his hand.
"Female Bodhisattva, stay away for now and leave it to me to handle." The white-haired old monk stood up, calmly stopped the woman in the skirt, and comforted his disciple.
The old monk was dressed in black robes, and his white hair and beard were neatly trimmed. His first impression was that he was wise, deep and peaceful.
The abbot of Donglin Temple twirled the Buddhist 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..."
"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.
"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 next second, the sword flashed, leaving only the broken rosary in place.
It turned out to be the host and Xiufa's master and apprentice, who had cleverly dodged aside.
The sandalwood Buddha 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.
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.
The old man and the young man all stared at the broken rosary beads and wiped away cold sweat.
"Donor, you cannot kill in this important place of Buddhism!"
"Bring the heads of these two bald donkeys!"
The two masters and apprentices saw that the reckless policeman missed a single hit and wanted to come again. You chased me and ran away.
However, although the swords were shining brightly under the sun, there was one person on the field who refused to retreat.
"Female Bodhisattva, run quickly, Yan is so angry..." the old monk stretched out his hand and shouted.
The woman in the skirt turned her hand, pulled the bundle stick off the timid slave's shoulder after standing up, frowned and pursed her lips, and faced her.
The tip of the stick cut a long arc in the air.
A slap, a contraction, another poke, and another pick.
A sharp knife escaped from the painful tiger's mouth and flew into the sky.
"Don't show your sword in front of the slave family. Where is our tanlang?" the Luoqun woman threw the stick behind her and asked sharply.
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.
Ding dong ping——
It's the sword hitting the ground. It was quiet inside and outside the hospital.
"What Tanlang, who are you looking for?" Yan Wuxie seemed to have been poured cold water on his face, so he calmed down.
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 glared at the host and Xiufa, and answered quickly: "Mingtang woke up two days ago, but today he has suffered a stroke and is stunned!"
The woman in Luoqun was stunned for a moment, as if she had been struck by lightning. The slaves behind him also cried and howled together.
Xiufa waved her hand hurriedly: "It must be a misunderstanding. Incontinence in bed may be due to other reasons..."
"How dare you 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...
"I'm fine." Ouyang Rong only put on a single piece of clothing and walked out of the house.
The whole place fell silent.
Magistrate Wuguan looked at the living beings in the courtyard and said with a weak expression: "I am not incontinent, I am not incontinent. It was the water from the washbasin that was spilled... Xiaoyan was eager to seek medical treatment, but she misunderstood."
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 put on? It took him a long time to put on the shoes and go out...
He then ordered with an unchanging expression: "Xiaoyan, catch the head, please let go of your hair and host first. Aunt..." He turned his head and immediately changed his words after some familiar memories surfaced: "Aunt, you are fine, nephew. It’s okay, you’ve made another trip in vain…”
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.
Zhen's chin rested on her nephew's shoulder, her eyes were a little red, and she gasped and murmured: "It's better not to have a stroke and wet the bed, but not to have a stroke to wet the bed... You are the only male in our Ouyang family, the only seed for reading, if there is one There are three longs and two shortcomings. How can I go down there 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, who had been worried and frightened all the way, muttered to herself, but she still seemed to be frightened.
"..." Ouyang Rong's head is full of black lines, can we not mention the oolong issue of bedwetting?
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 for his family members as well.
He whispered in her ear: "Aunt, please stop talking, there are outsiders."
Mrs. Zhen let go of her arms, glanced at him, and whispered:
"Are you embarrassed? When you were a child, you wet the bed, and I helped your mother change the cloth for you. I had just entered the house at that time... But it's also true that in the blink of an eye, you turned 20 and became a county parent official. , I have also been to the gods and met the emperor, and I have seen the great people and the world that my aunt has never seen... It is time to find a well-matched marriage."
Ouyang Rong just smiled and pretended not to hear the next sentence.
On the other side, Yan Wuxie stared at the living 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's no need for Xiaoyan to catch the fish..." Magistrate Xiuguan seemed to want to reassure him, but the next second he suddenly looked around with confusion on his face: "Who is knocking the wooden fish?"
Madam Zhen was curious, "What are you talking about? We are the only ones here, but Tan Lang is still dizzy?"
The host took out the new rosary 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?"
Ouyang Rong didn't respond and looked ahead silently. And right in front of him, standing on the line, was the little novice monk Xiu Xiu. He was quietly trying to break away from Yan Wuxie's kindly hands that were touching his head.
Seeing everyone following Ouyang Rong's gaze, his hair was at a loss.
However, only Ouyang Rong himself knew that what he was staring at... was the lingering shadow of a familiar tower in front of him.
Just tell me why this wooden fish sound sounds so familiar! Ouyang Rong's inner thoughts are that of hindsight.
"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.
Everyone on the field did not dare to breathe, and the magistrate, who was not angry and proud, quickly regained his composure.
"I'm fine." He smiled.
From just now to now, there have been twists and turns and surprises, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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.
Ouyang Rong looked uncertain throughout.
It was indeed nothing important, not worth mentioning, but he just saw a familiar tower of merit, and he was an old actor.
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