Chapter 4: IV. The Aunt is Fierce

IV. The Aunt is Fierce

Clang—!

There was a flash of saber light like a water curtain pouring down in front of the bed.

There was no room for maneuver in the narrow space of the bed.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide, but he didn't wait for the blade, but rather a roar: "And you still dare to say the Magistrate is fine! He's become like this... you bald donkey, pay with your life!"

He was stunned and turned his head.

Only to see the dark blue "constable uniform" that was originally in front of the bed rushing toward the shiny "egg" that had poked out from the door.

"How could the Magistrate have anything wrong, I'm wronged, I'm wronged!" Xiufa ran away nimbly.

"The Magistrate is already incontinent on the bed, clearly he has a stroke or catalepsy, and your temple calls this resting quietly? Damn it!"

"Ah... this... how is this possible, it's a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding... Constable, put down the saber, listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation..."

"I'll listen to your explanation below. I've tolerated you for a long time, today I must take your dog head."

"!!!"

Listening to the two people performing "Speed" in the corridor, Magistrate Ouyang Rong was speechless. He looked down at the water stains on the quilt... he didn't have time to wipe his hands after washing them before diving back into the quilt...

However, you two are really a pair of funny people.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong was speechless.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go out and persuade them about the medical dispute, a joyful voice from Xiufa suddenly came from outside, "Abbot, you're finally here! Save me..."

Only to see several people appearing at the gate of Sanhui Institute. The first two were a white-bearded old monk and a woman in a silk skirt.

The little novice monk Xiufa shrank behind the former like a monkey.

"Put down the saber, what are you doing in the courtyard, where is my Tanlang?" It was the woman in the silk skirt who stepped forward first, frowning and opening her mouth.

The woman's figure was quite long, her appearance and demeanor were in her thirties, with a mole at the corner of her mouth, and her temperament was naturally dignified and severe, but at this moment, she had a tired look of having traveled far, and the maids and servants following behind her were also similarly exhausted.

Yan Yan Wuxu didn't care about these, he was still in a rage, holding a sharp saber, and rushed up.

"Benefactor, please avoid it for a moment, let the old monk handle it." The white-bearded old monk stood out, calmly blocking the woman in the silk skirt, and also pacified his disciple behind him.

The old monk wore a black monk's robe, and his white beard was neatly groomed, which gave people a wise and profound first impression, making one feel at peace.

The Abbot of Donglin Temple twisted his prayer beads and looked at the rushing hot-headed constable with a straight face: "Namo Amitabha, Little Benefactor Yan, calm down, let's talk if there's something to say, put down the butcher's knife first..."

"Put your mother's fart! The person was still awake two days ago, but now he's become a patient paralyzed on the bed. You bald donkeys of Donglin Temple can't run away, I'll chop you all!" The hot-blooded Yan Wuxu didn't say a word and slashed down.

"You like this, the old monk can't... ah! This!" The old monk's hand, which was holding the beads, trembled.

The next second, the saber light flashed, and only broken prayer beads remained in place.

It turned out that the Abbot and Xiufa, master and disciple, had nimbly dodged to the side together.

The Buddhist beads flew and scattered in the air, then landed at their feet, and bounced up... for a time, it was like great and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

It was unexpected that this Abbot, who looked seventy or eighty, had such agile dodging skills, as nimble as a monkey like his disciple.

Both master and disciple stared at the broken prayer beads and wiped their cold sweat.

"Benefactor, you cannot kill in a place of importance to Buddhism!"

"Take your heads, you two bald donkeys!"

Seeing that the reckless constable didn't hit him with one blow and wanted to come again, the master and disciple ran away in a panic.

Yet, although the blade light was chilling under the bright sun, there was one person on the field who did not retreat.

"Benefactor, run quickly, Constable Yan is in a rage..." The old monk reached out and shouted urgently.

The woman in the silk skirt flipped her hand, pulled a bundle stick from the shoulder of the timid slave behind her, pursed her lips, and met him head-on.

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

One tap, one shrink, another poke, and another flick.

A sharp saber left the tiger's mouth that was shaken with pain and flew into the sky.

"Don't play with sabers in front of this servant. Where is our Tanlang?" She asked sternly.

Yan Yan Wuxu was stunned, looked up at the saber, and even the master and disciple who were fleeing in panic stopped and looked at this woman who appeared weak and powerless.

Clang—

It was the sound of weapons hitting the ground. The courtyard was quiet.

"What Tanlang, who are you looking for?" Yan Wuxu seemed to have been doused with cold water and calmed down a bit.

The Abbot adjusted his demeanor and said helplessly: "This is the aunt of the County Master, Madam Zhen, who just arrived from the County Master's hometown, Nanlong..."

Yan Wuxu glared at the Abbot and Xiufa, grabbing the answer: "The Magistrate was still awake two days ago, but today I see he's already had a stroke and is catatonic!"

The woman in the silk skirt was stunned for a moment, as if struck by lightning. The slaves behind her also wailed together.

Xiufa hurriedly waved his hand: "It must be a misunderstanding, incontinence on the bed could be for other reasons..."

"Still dare to quibble!" Yan Wuxu rushed up with his bare hands, lifted Xiufa by the back of his neck, and was about to serve him with fists the size of sandbags...

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

The whole scene suddenly fell silent.

The young county magistrate gazed at the myriad manifestations of life in the courtyard and said weakly, "This official did not, did not lose control; it was the water in the washbasin that spilled... Constable Xiao Yan was so anxious to seek medical help that he misunderstood."

This must be explained immediately, otherwise it would become a stain for life. But actually, he was complaining more about the anti-human design of the foot-bag and brocade boots in his heart. How could they be so hard to put on? It took him a long time to put on his shoes and come out...

He also ordered calmly: "Little Yan Constable, you put down Xiufa and the Abbot first. Aunt..." He turned his head, and some familiar memories rose, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Aunt, how have you been? Nephew is fine, and I've let you make a wasted trip again..."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong hadn't finished his words when a beautiful figure rushed over with the wind, almost knocking him back into the room. However, someone helped him steady himself immediately—he had already entered the broad embrace of the woman in the silk skirt—he just needed to enjoy the warm harbor provided by his family, but this aunt... is a bit fierce.

Madam Zhen rested her chin on her nephew's shoulder, her eyes a little red, and she breathed and whispered: "It's not a stroke or bedwetting, it's not a stroke or bedwetting... You are the only male descendant of our Magistrate Ouyang family, the only reading seed. If something happens to you, how can I explain it to your parents and uncle below... It's fine that Tanlang is fine, it's not bedwetting, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

The woman in the silk skirt, who had been worried all the way, muttered, and it seemed she was still lingering in fear.

"..." Magistrate Ouyang Rong had black lines all over his head. Can we not mention the bedwetting accident?

However, it was understandable. In this era where carriages were very slow, a stroke or being a vegetable was a torture more cruel than death for a reading seed entrusted with the hope of a poor family rising, and it was the same for his family.

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

Madam Zhen let go of the embrace, looked at him, and whispered:

"This is embarrassing? When you were young and wet the bed, it was I who helped your mother change your cloth. At that time, I had just entered the family... But then again, you are already twenty years old in a blink of an eye, and you are already a parent official of a county. You have been to Shendu and seen the Emperor, and seen big figures and big scenes that your aunt has never seen... It is time to find a marriage that is well-matched in social status."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong just smiled and pretended not to hear the last sentence.

On the other side, Yan Wuxu stared at the living County Magistrate for a while, quietly let go of Xiufa, and didn't forget to reach out and touch the little bald head, looking a bit awkward, "Magistrate, I, I was scared just now, I didn't mean it, I... I apologize to the two Masters! I spoke a bit loudly just now."

"The Magistrate doesn't need to..." The weak County Magistrate seemed to want to pacify him, but the next second he suddenly looked around in confusion: "Who is tapping the wooden fish?"

Madam Zhen was curious, "What wooden fish, there is only us here, is Tanlang's head still dizzy?"

The Abbot didn't know where he took out a new string of prayer beads and put his hands together: "Magistrate Ouyang Benefactor, why don't you go back to the room and rest for a while, the old monk will take your pulse again?"

Magistrate Ouyang Rong didn't answer, silently looking ahead. And standing exactly on this line was the little novice monk Xiufa, who was trying to break free from Yan Wuxu's kind head-touching hand.

Seeing everyone looking over with Magistrate Ouyang Rong's gaze, Xiufa was at a loss.

However, only Magistrate Ouyang Rong knew that what he was staring at... was a familiar pagoda shadow that wouldn't go away in front of his eyes.

No wonder this wooden fish sound is so familiar! Magistrate Ouyang Rong thought to himself.

"Tanlang... don't scare your aunt." Madam Zhen grabbed Magistrate Ouyang Rong's arm, her pair of slightly sharp but soft-in-hard phoenix eyes looking at him cautiously.

Everyone in the room didn't dare to breathe, and the weak County Magistrate who was dignified without being angry quickly returned to a calm expression.

"I'm fine." He smiled.

After all the twists and turns and surprises from just now to now, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Madam Zhen ordered and arranged for the maids to rest, and Magistrate Ouyang Rong also gave a few instructions to Yan Yan Wuxu. Everyone smiled and went into the room to talk.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong's expression remained normal the whole time.

It was really nothing serious, not worth mentioning, but he saw a quite familiar merit tower, just an old actor.

... ===== CHAPTER 5 =====