Chapter 8: VIII. Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan Who Is Not Close to Women

VIII. Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan Who Is Not Close to Women

To be honest, this canteen in front of me is not too big.

Especially in the eyes of Magistrate Ouyang Rong, who had been bombarded by photos of countless living Bodhisattvas preaching in the flesh.

But it couldn't stand that it was bulging and close at hand.

So the first look when he opened his eyes did occupy most of his vision, making the gentleman fall into a short thought, and then... he asked with righteous energy:

"What are you doing?"

The "chest" trembled and shrank back, kneeling down honestly.

"Reporting to the young master, this servant came in to give you a hot water bag to warm the quilt, but seeing you sleeping on the pillow, I thought about helping you lie down so you could sleep comfortably."

"What's your name."

"Ban... xi."

The accent of this pretty maid of the aunt sounded a bit strange.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong looked her up and down from a high position.

This maid was wearing a green chest-length jacket and skirt, with a light red belt around her waist. Although she was called Half-Stream, she was not thin, but at this moment she was kneeling at his feet obediently, lowering her eyebrows and pleasing her eyes; the face that looked pitiful was also painted with two thin eyebrows, and the elegant name was not taken wrongly.

"Where are you from?"

"Silla."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong suddenly understood, it turned out to be a Silla maid, the aunt is really willing to spend money to keep up with the trend.

Don't look at the fierce struggle for the imperial succession in the Great Zhou court, and the Shendu court is not peaceful for a day, but inside Shenjing Luoyang City, it is a scene of prosperous age and ten thousand nations coming to pay tribute.

Because this is the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty: after the integration of the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the great integration of Han and Yi for hundreds of years, this emerging unified dynasty has national strength that looks down on the surrounding small barbarian states, and its culture, military, and economy are all hegemonic, an unquestionable heavenly dynasty. And this is an outward-expanding universal dynasty, radiating powerful Chinese culture to the outside world. It should be called an "Empire," especially the martial-spirited border army, which has always been the forefront of imperial expansion.

That's how Silla maids came to be.

When the third emperor of the Great Gan, Emperor Gao Zong, was still alive, the current Empress of Wei Zhou was still the Empress of Great Gan, and the couple ruled the court together. When Emperor Gao Zong was critically ill, the court gradually fell into the hands of Empress Wei.

At that time, there were three countries in the Eastern Yi: Goguryeo, Baekje, and Silla, who were fighting each other. Silla, the weakest, formed an alliance with Great Gan by attacking the near and befriending the far. Although Empress Wei was old, she was ambitious and strong-willed. Wherever her hand pointed, the iron cavalry of Great Gan and the flying swords of Qi Practitioners leveled Goguryeo and Baekje, established the Andong Protectorate, and supported Silla to unify the Eastern Yi.

And countless women of Goguryeo and Baekje became slaves of the Gan people, and even Silla, which bowed its head and paid tribute, had countless Silla women leaving the dilapidated and barren Eastern Yi to go to the Great Gan prosperous age they admired to make a living as slaves.

These women were called Silla maids or Goryeo concubines. Because the Eastern Yi had been deeply influenced by Confucian culture for a long time, Silla maids were gentle, obedient, hardworking, and capable, and had fair skin and round faces... they quickly gained the love and pursuit of the upper-class power families of Great Gan and even Great Zhou, becoming hot commodities.

Silla maids, along with Bodhisattva barbarians, Kunlun slaves, and Western Region concubines, became the "four treasures of showing off wealth" for the nobles of Shenjing Luoyang...

Magistrate Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look a few more times.

"Where is my aunt?"

"Went to burn incense for the young master. The lady said that the incense of this Donglin Temple is efficacious, and she wants to pray for more blessings for the young master."

"Oh."

"Get up, aunt is not here, you don't need to kneel."

Half-Stream stood up lightly and presented the hot water bag she was holding tightly with both hands. She still lowered her head, and the neck skin leaking from the oblique collar of the jacket was red.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong took it, stuffed it into the quilt, and looked at Half-Stream, who was standing in place without leaving immediately. He glanced at the direction of the door.

According to the aunt's temperament, the maid under her hand would not dare to disturb him without her permission, and still drag the time and refuse to leave.

Want to use this to challenge my soft rib? Hmph, if it weren't for the Merit Tower, I would really lose "cleanly."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong sighed, preparing to let her see what "Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan who is not close to women" in the mouth of the scholar circle is, and repel her with his righteous energy.

But when the words reached his lips, he suddenly changed his mind and changed his words: "Reach out."

The Silla maid's shoulders trembled, and she glanced quickly at the "Tanlang" with a melancholy face on the couch, but still slowly stretched out her hand, whispering: "Young master..."

But Magistrate Ouyang Rong didn't want to be sloppy at all, directly grabbed her hand, and then he held this soft hand and waited for three breaths, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Didn't hear the wooden fish sound.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong raised his head, and the little maid who was stealing glances at him turned her head away in a hurry, but the admiration and expectation hidden in her eyes didn't escape Magistrate Ouyang Rong's eyes.

He frowned, as if deliberating, and said with a straight face: "Next... you need to cooperate a little."

Half-Stream nodded immediately, and then seemed to feel that she agreed too quickly, hurriedly shook her head twice, but seemed to feel that she shouldn't be reserved, and continued to nod.

"Nod or shake?"

She nodded.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong frowned, "Then, the meaning of you Silla people nodding should be the same as our Great Gan, right?"

Nodded again.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong was helpless, "Speak."

Red-faced and whispered: "It's the same."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong clenched her hand and said with a serious face: "Then fine, next, you listen to me, let's play a slightly special game, don't be too afraid, it's just a game, we'll pretend nothing happened after we go back... you..." 【

Half-Stream nodded like a chick pecking at rice; she felt she couldn't even hold her breath, and her head was spinning... She had played the role of a scheming maid seducing the master, woo woo woo, but why... she didn't feel sad at all, and was even a little happy! Hmm, it must be because the young master's face is too handsome, especially that scholarly and melancholic, sickly-beautiful temperament he has all day long... Woo woo woo, this servant can't take it anymore, I want to pull him into my arms... Oh my, why hasn't he come yet?

Magistrate Ouyang Rong looked at her expectantly: "Can you try to feel extremely resistant, extremely hateful, and extremely disgusted with me in your heart, treating me as a villain trying to defile your purity, while you refuse to submit even unto death, and I have tied you up so you cannot move, and then I reach out my hand to touch you..."

Half-Stream: "..."

A certain lady eavesdropping outside the door: "???"

What kind of special fetish is this for Tanlang? He's used to being a gentleman and wants to experience the feeling of a lecherous playboy forcing himself on a virtuous woman, right?!

At this moment, the two women inside and outside the room felt their brain capacity was a bit insufficient...

Magistrate Ouyang Rong saw this Silla maid looking at him with her mouth slightly agape, as if deeply shocked, "Uh, why did you stop talking? Why are you glaring at me like that... Hey, I'm not a pervert."

Actually, he just wanted to test whether physical contact against a woman's will would deduct merit points, and thereby explore the underlying logic of the Merit Tower.

"Eh, forget it, you go out, I want to... be alone."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong sighed, let go of his hands, and lay back down under the covers, his face full of "boredom."

Yet unexpectedly, when Half-Stream saw his listless appearance, she believed the previous judgment even more.

This Silla maid from a foreign land stood before the bed, wanting to speak but hesitating, as if she wanted to say, "It's not that the young master can't play the role of a wicked young man and a chaste woman, but please don't use a gag, don't tie ropes, and don't spank..."

But Magistrate Ouyang Rong had no interest in listening to her anymore; he waved his hand and sent the reluctant and regretful Half-Stream away.

Outside the Sanhui Courtyard, after moving some distance from the house, Lady Zhen and Half-Stream stood under the eaves, the two of them staring at each other for a while.

Half-Stream couldn't help but speak first, "My lady, did you hear? The young master's request... makes this servant a little scared."

Lady Zhen kept a straight face, "Scared of what? My nephew was just teasing you; you actually took it seriously. Don't you think about whether it's possible? My nephew just doesn't fancy your mediocre looks, and being kind-hearted, he didn't want to refuse, so he just found an excuse. If a man doesn't like a woman, he can have countless excuses. Alright, alright, you go down first."

Banxi's eyes were a little red; she lowered her head and said "Oh," her fingers twisting together, and she withdrew.

"Remember!" Lady Zhen suddenly called out to Banxi, and without looking back, said coldly: "Nothing happened in the room today, my nephew didn't say anything to you, and you didn't hear anything! No one outside will ever know about this, otherwise, heh..."

Banxi was so scared that she quickly prostrated herself and kowtowed, swearing not to speak nonsense. Xiao Niangzi Zhen gave a light hum, broke off a green willow branch stretching in from the corridor, and left.

However, after she had walked far away, Xiao Niangzi Zhen's calm and composed expression instantly collapsed, and she subconsciously wrapped the broken willow around her index finger, her brows furrowed in worry:

"What to do, what to do, it's all my fault for suppressing him too hard when he was studying before; look how stifled he's been, his fetishes have already developed to such a heavy level..."

Finally, the woman in the long skirt sighed, covering her chest with both hands, "Eh, so be it, so be it, at least there is good news—my nephew likes women, and is not... indifferent to women but interested in men."

She flicked her hand, scattering the broken willow twigs in her palm: "Forget it, whatever, as long as he can marry a woman from the Five Clans and carry on the family line, as for his boudoir fetishes... let him be!

"Also, this Banxi won't do; she admires strength but is timid, is quick-witted but lacks decisiveness, and cannot capture my nephew's heart... Another day, I must add a suitable beautiful maid to my nephew's room, to warm the bed and keep him company, let him toss her around however he wants, as long as it doesn't spread outside!"

Xiao Niangzi Zhen stood quietly on the corridor for a while; before leaving, she turned her head and swept a glance at a peach blossom branch peeking out from beyond the high red wall, muttering:

"By logic, even if he took the land route, it should only be a few days later than the water route, why hasn't he arrived yet? If he doesn't come soon, my nephew will be going down the mountain..."

At nightfall, Three Wisdoms Courtyard, at the dinner table.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong and Xiao Niangzi Zhen sat at the round table eating, while Banxi, with some red marks on her forehead, and several maids served on the side, dishing out rice and picking vegetables for the aunt and nephew.

None of them spoke, their expressions normal, as if the morning's events had never happened. Magistrate Ouyang Rong calmly glanced at Banxi's forehead.

Actually, there was nothing to say at the dinner table; this era emphasized not speaking while eating or sleeping, unless it was a matter of importance.

Soon dinner ended, Xiao Niangzi Zhen gave Magistrate Ouyang Rong a few words of concerned advice, then left with Banxi and the others. Magistrate Ouyang Rong saw them to the courtyard gate.

"My nephew, go back and get some good rest."

"You too, Aunt."

It was midnight again; Magistrate Ouyang Rong woke up, turned over, and subconsciously reached his hand under his pillow, fumbling around, but found it empty... only then did he react.

"What are you fumbling for? There's no mobile phone now... really slept until I'm muddled." He muttered, smiling bitterly, "But if you want to touch a girl, you can touch her whenever you want during the day, but why didn't you touch her, hmm?"

Magistrate Ouyang Rong turned over, lying on his back in the darkness, staring at the pitch-black ceiling, thinking again of Banxi's affair during the day, and Xiao Niangzi Zhen's silent but ever-present obsession with a noble woman from the Five Clans to bring glory to the family. He was actually clear about these little thoughts of the women around him, but...

"I'm sorry, I still want to go home, I don't want to leave any ties." Someone sighed softly in the darkness, and murmured: "Has anyone achieved perfect merit, attained Buddhahood in the flesh, and ascended to the Pure Land..."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong sat up abruptly, and the next second rolled off the bed, light-footed, dressed neatly, and fixed his eyes on the moonlight before the bed.

He had to go to the Pure Land Underground Palace one more time.