Chapter 133 He really worries himself sick over the Ming Dynasty.
Just now in the carriage, Ouyang Rong said that we should change the knot.
But actually, all he knows how to tie is a bow.
Or rather, Ouyang Rong knew two kinds of knots.
One is a knot that cannot be tied, and the other is a bow.
Clearly, the former is the junior sister's smile-disappearing technique, which is not suitable.
The morning was bright and sunny. The trees on Dagushan Mountain were lush and green, and birds sang and flowers bloomed among the trees on both sides of the bluestone path.
The group, like people on a spring outing, climbed the steps on their way to Donglin Temple.
Ouyang Rong would occasionally turn his head to glance at Xie Lingjiang's calves, where her skirt was tied into a bow.
Earlier, in the carriage at the foot of the mountain, when he was tying a knot in his junior sister's skirt, the back of his hand accidentally touched a certain spot on her leg.
It feels a bit rough to the touch.
Through the fabric of her skirt, Ouyang Rong could feel something hard on his junior sister's legs.
He was puzzled, but he was too embarrassed to ask further at the time.
After all, directly asking a woman what's under her skirt is far too indecent. If Buddha doesn't deduct your merit, whose merit will he?
Right now, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but feel restless, constantly looking back.
Xie Lingjiang ignored him and stared straight ahead.
Her gaze lingered leisurely on the wildflowers budding by the roadside, their pink blossoms and fragrance complementing her pink and white dress perfectly.
She seemed to be in a good mood, but she didn't look at the senior brother who kept glancing at her.
It's like he's trying to drive him crazy.
"Junior Sister, what kind of weapon are you hiding under your skirt?"
Ouyang Rong muttered something almost inaudibly for a moment, then turned to Yan Liulang and his group behind him and asked curiously:
"Liu Lang, hurry up! What are you all doing hanging so far behind? Are you tired of walking such a short mountain path?"
"Ah, they're here, Magistrate. Why don't you go ahead? My brothers and I will follow behind. We need to rest for a bit. I'm exhausted. I was on patrol last night and I'm feeling a bit sleepy."
"You twelve of you are patrolling the streets in the middle of the night? That must be exhausting. Which street are you patrolling?" Ouyang Rong asked seriously.
"..." Yan Liulang and the other constables.
Ouyang Rong shook his head, ignoring them who were lagging far behind on the mountain path, and continued walking at the front with his junior sister.
Behind them, Yan Liulang exchanged glances with his fellow brothers who had tacitly fallen behind.
They all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Liulang felt that the time had come to test his wit.
He led his men to the county government office in the morning, and as soon as he met with Magistrate Ming and Miss Xie, he realized something was wrong.
Upon seeing Xie Shiye's unprecedented dress attire behind the magistrate...
Yan Liulang's drowsiness from working the early shift was instantly dispelled.
In particular, they learned about the arrangements Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang made before inspecting the Beitian Nursing Home, including burning incense and drawing lots.
He instantly realized what was happening, and at the same time, he secretly groaned in despair.
You, Master Xie, took the young master to the temple fair to draw lots for marriage. Of all things to do, you had to squeeze in and arrange an inspection of the Beitian Charity Home.
Isn't this just like when the advisor picks up food and you turn the table, or when the advisor drinks water and you brake?
Fortunately, it's not too late now.
Yan Liulang nodded solemnly.
Before long, the blue-clad constable and his henchmen arrived at the entrance of Donglin Temple with Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang.
From afar, they could see a small, shiny bald head in the sunlight in front of the temple gate.
It seems we've been waiting for a long time.
The "little bald guy" spun around in place like an egg, then, as if spotting Ouyang Rong and the others, his eyes lit up and he immediately stepped forward to greet them.
"Magistrate, you've finally arrived! It's been quite a while!"
Xiufa was still young, but she was quite nostalgic and didn't stand on ceremony with Ouyang Rong, who was a county magistrate.
The latter found this to be invaluable.
The young novice monk realized what was happening and turned to look curiously at Miss Xie, whose attire was particularly eye-catching today.
He scratched his head and asked in confusion:
"This is... Miss Xie's sister? Magistrate, where is Miss Xie? Why didn't she come along?"
"..." Xie Lingjiang.
“…” Ouyang Rong.
Yan Liulang coughed twice, covering his mouth with his fist, and his face hardened:
"What nonsense are you talking about? Miss Xie is right in front of us. Are you so busy that you've lost your mind? Don't let the magistrate's inspection today be delayed."
"It won't be delayed, it won't be delayed."
Xiufa nodded hurriedly and said:
"Magistrate, please follow me. The Beitian Aid Home is all set up and waiting for your arrival."
"No rush." Ouyang Rong smiled. "Is there any food left at Zaozhai Courtyard? Let's go and get some vegetarian food."
"Yes, there is." Xiufa was taken aback. "It's just that there are quite a few pilgrims coming up the mountain to draw lots today, and quite a few benefactors eating vegetarian breakfast. It's a bit urgent over there."
"It's alright. My junior sister and I are also among the pilgrims today. We can just find a table and squeeze in."
"Also a pilgrim?"
Xiufa was puzzled. She glanced at Yan Liulang beside her and wondered to herself what kind of strange last-minute arrangement this was.
Ouyang Rong smiled:
"Isn't there a temple fair at your temple today? My junior sister and I will go over there for a stroll after we finish our breakfast."
Xiufa suddenly realized and nodded in agreement: "I see, no problem, I'll take you to the temple fair..."
After saying that, Xiufa was about to lead Ouyang Rong, Xie Lingjiang and the others into the temple gate, but the next second, his little bald head was pressed to the spot by a big hand, and the little novice monk tilted his head back and stepped a few times in place.
"My lord, Miss Xie, my brothers and I have already eaten, and we are still full. We are not hungry."
Yan Liulang chuckled, stroking the dog's head and calling out to Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang, who were about to leave. He then suggested with a stern face:
"Hey, when was this pavilion built at the entrance? Perfect timing, my men and I are tired, why don't we go over and rest for a while to recharge? We won't go in with you this morning."
Yan Liulang looked at Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang with sincere eyes. He glanced at the hair that was being held down by the dog's head and subconsciously explained:
"Young Master Yan, this is the waiting pavilion, which is for the female relatives of pilgrims to rest. You can't... umm."
The little monk was only halfway through his sentence when Yan Liulang, smiling, covered his mouth with his other hand.
The latter looked at Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang with a somewhat helpless expression and said:
"My lord, Miss Xie, to be honest, my men and I are all burly and skilled at catching thieves and chasing criminals, and we're more than capable of that, but this matchmaking fair..."
“It might be inappropriate for us to go there looking fierce and carrying swords. We won’t make a good impression in this kind of situation… You go ahead, we’ll wait for you in the pavilion by the temple gate.”
Xie Lingjiang didn't reply, but glanced at her senior brother's expression.
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, seemingly understanding his subordinate's predicament. He nodded to Yan Liulang and the other constables, smiled, and said:
"Alright then, you guys stay here, get some rest, and wait for us to come out."
"Okay, okay."
Yan Liulang and the other twelve constables nodded hastily, fearing that the young magistrate might suddenly change his mind and insist on taking the twelve of them along to burn incense and draw lots. If that happened, it would be strange if Miss Xie gave them a good look.
"Then this humble monk will lead the magistrate and Miss Xie inside... Um, Officer Yan, what are you doing?"
With her hair just freed from the clutches of evil, she straightened her monk's robes, stepped over the side door threshold, and was about to lead the people into the temple.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind, pressed his bright little head down, and pulled him back over the threshold.
"You are not allowed to go. It's not like you and Miss Xie don't know how to get to Donglin Temple. Mingfu has been recuperating here for so long, he probably knows it better than you do. What are you going to do and join in the fun?"
Yan Liulang sternly reprimanded:
"Is everything ready at the Beitian Aid Home? Go there quickly and do another self-check. Wait until Master Ming and Miss Xie have finished their visit before going over there, understand?"
"But little monk..."
His flowing hair and the back of his loose monk's robe were pulled up. He uttered an "ah" sound, and under Yan Liulang's glaring gaze, nodded in response like striking a small wooden fish:
"I understand, I understand."
Ahead, Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang turned around together.
He looked at Yan Liulang, Xiufa, and the others who stood frozen at the threshold, refusing to take another step no matter what, thought for a moment, and nodded:
"Alright, Liu Lang, you guys wait for me here. My junior sister and I shouldn't be long."
After saying their goodbyes, the group parted ways in front of the bustling temple gate.
It didn't attract much attention.
Ouyang Rong led Xie Lingjiang slowly into the temple.
This time, it really was just the two of them left.
At the same time.
On the other side of Donglin Temple, there is a newly expanded dining hall named Beitian Jiyangyuan.
A one-armed swordsman and a black-robed priestess arrived stealthily with several of her men.
They quietly took their positions.
At one point, a servant of the Liu family, disguised as an ordinary pilgrim, quietly returned to report.
"Did you see the person clearly?"
"Reporting to the fairy, I have seen it clearly."
How many people came?
"There were only two, Ouyang Lianghan and that female advisor surnamed Xie. They were probably a little too relaxed. The other attendants stayed outside the temple gate."
"oh?"
The fairy with the jade cup raised an eyebrow.
There will be another chapter at midnight.
(End of this chapter)
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