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Chapter 37 Scholar Kills People

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes in the dark, but couldn't fall asleep.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it was.

Why did the merit increase suddenly in the middle of the night?He didn't do anything just now, he just ordered a few words casually.

Could it be that letting Banxi go back and refusing her hint that she wanted to rub the bed saved her, or...sent cakes to the chief scribes of Old Cui and let them have a rest, saved them?
Doesn't that mean that the East Treasury has changed?
Ouyang Rong immediately got off the table and rushed out the door.

When he ran near the East Warehouse, he really caught a black shadow flashing across the roof of the East Warehouse from a distance, and immediately saw the door below, the young junior sister's beautiful shadow rushed out, leaped nimbly onto the roof, bowed and shot an arrow under the moon, and then chased after him. After going up, there was some chaos outside the east warehouse door below.

Ouyang Rong hung a dagger borrowed from his junior sister on his waist, and held the hilt of the sword on guard. He immediately stepped forward and learned the specific situation from the soldiers and scribes he met. He was relieved and waited to hear Old Cuitou was still working in the east warehouse, and he was a little worried, so he didn't greet Qin Heng outside the door, and went straight in...

So Ouyang Rong saw a scene that silenced him.

"What are you doing?"

The old gentleman, who had been operating quietly since just now, shook his body.

Without looking back, Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand to stop Qin Heng and other soldiers from behind who were about to rush in.

He said seriously: "Put down the lamp."

Old Cui nodded silently, let go, and the lamp fell, landing on the pile of ledgers filled with strange liquid.

In an instant, a volcano suddenly rose on the table.

It even spread along the edge of the table to the old man in front of the table. This strange liquid seemed to be more flammable than oil, and the fire was extremely fast. If Ouyang Rong hadn't rushed to push old Cui's head away immediately, the old man would be burned by the flames in the next second. Tongues of flame engulfed.

"Ouyang county magistrate, account book!"

Qin Heng grabbed a bucket of well water and was about to throw it on the table, but Ouyang Rong snatched it away. The first bucket of well water poured on Old Cuitou's head, and the second bucket too. Fortunately, the strange liquid on his body Not many, the fire starts quickly and goes out quickly.

But even so, Old Cui's head was severely burned. Most of his hair, beard, and eyebrows were burnt, like a carrot that had just been pulled out of the soil and its roots were covered in mud.

The fire on the pile of ledgers on the table was not extinguished until the seventh bucket of water, leaving only ashes.

The generals of Qin Heng hesitated to speak.

"All out."

Ouyang Rong didn't even look at them and the embers on the table. He walked alone and dragged a chair, threw his tired body on the back of the chair, stared at the old man curled up in pain on the floor in front of him, and clenched the hilt of his sword with his five fingers.

There were only two people left in the house.

"why?"

asked the young magistrate.

"I'm sorry..."

"No, no, it's not me that you're sorry." He shook his head, lowered his eyes and said word by word: "Tell me, why."

"Old man...have thought about refusing."

"But you didn't refuse."

"I escaped from the disaster that year, and my life was saved by Liu's porridge shed."

"Can their dilapidated porridge shed save people?" Ouyang Rong laughed.

"This is now. When Mr. Liu was still alive, it wasn't like this, and the three brothers are not allowed to do this now... At that time, the Liu family porridge shed did not cut off the floating wealth, but it did save some people."

"I thought you were a chess piece specially inserted by the Liu family. I expected that someone would lead soldiers to check the accounts."

"I'm not a dead man. I found the job in the county government myself. After Mr. Liu passed away, I haven't been in touch with the Liu family for many years. I even thought the Liu family had forgotten me, but... I still came to find me."

Old Cui shook his head with a wry smile, "My lord."

The young county magistrate retreated into the large chair, and calmly replied "Yes".

"The love from the Liu family...I have to pay it back."

"Self-immolation."

"Burning the account, I will cancel it with the Liu family. But I am sorry for the young master and the tens of thousands of refugees outside the city."

"What kind of bullshit is this?"

"Even the young master thinks that bullshit doesn't make sense..." Old Cui murmured looking up at the sky, "This old man has calculated his debts for the rest of his life, and he still hasn't calculated the last sum."

"Is it worthwhile to die?"

"Old man's life is cheap..."

"You are indeed a bitch."

Ouyang Rong nodded, "You did something cheap, so your life is cheap, but you could have a life that is not cheap, you are the one who fell."

Old Cui was stunned, and Ouyang Rong's tone was firm: "A man has never been born lowly. Whether he is cheap or not depends on whether he has done noble or despicable things. What about you? Noble or despicable?"

"I..." Old Cui's body trembled and he couldn't speak a word.

Ouyang Rong leaned forward with his upper body, propped his elbows on his knees, and looked down coldly at his gradually fearful eyes:
"In your eyes, justice is less important than a bowl of porridge more than ten years ago?"

"I..." Old Cuitou said timidly: "I think the young master can win... Only one family will be burned, and the other twelve will not affect the disaster relief..."

"The Liu family is the chief villain. If the Liu family does not fall, copying the other twelve families first is tantamount to driving wolves and raising tigers, and even facilitating the conspiracy of tigers and wolves to kill them. Besides..." Ouyang Rong calmly asked: "Will I win in the end? Does it have anything to do with whether you do mean things or not?"

Old Cui opened his mouth in a daze, but was speechless.

Ouyang Rong stood up, looked at the distant mountains outside the window, and nodded his head:
"You will be rewarded for every kindness. I respect you as a man. If you see a small kindness and forget the righteousness, you will be ashamed to the Wuyue man."

Old Cui's face was full of pain, he hugged his head and cried, his hoarse voice was full of regret: "Young master, I... I was wrong... I miscalculated... I am sorry for you..."

"No, I'm not the one you're most sorry for. Go and say sorry to the refugees outside the city."

There was a gleam of light in Old Cuitou's eyes again, this gleam was very complicated, with guilt, regret, hope for life, and pain for the future: "Okay, I'll apologize, and do something to make amends, and the rest of my life will go away." Give them cattle and horses..."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, "There's no need to bother, just a part of the past."

"What part..."

Before the old man could finish his confused words, the young county magistrate walked swiftly, cut off a head with a slash of his sword, and the headless body fell to the ground on its back.

The young county magistrate stood in place as if cutting wheat in one go, looking down at the sword in his hand and "Old Cuitou".

The icy cold light of the sword illuminated a browless face with scorched flesh and blood.

It is a good sword, the white blade is not stained with blood, only drops of mercury like blood fall.

He can slay dragons.

Ouyang Rong, who had killed for the first time, wiped the blood spattered on his face with the cloth on his shoulders, and put his sword into the sheath while standing there, but after several attempts, he couldn't insert it into the sheath hole at his waist, so he gave up and raised his sword. Picking up her head, she turned around and walked out slowly.

In the courtyard, Xie Lingjiang, Qin Duwei, Yan Liulang, and Diao Xiancheng were all there, and everyone gathered quietly outside the door. They opened their eyes wide and saw a county magistrate with a frail and scholarly temperament coming out with a head in one hand.

Xie Lingjiang raised the two severed bronze animal masks with his fingers, looked at his senior worriedly, and stepped forward to speak, but Yan Liulang grabbed his sleeve behind him.

The blood-stained face of the young county magistrate was calm and scary.

He casually threw a human head in front of everyone:
"traitor."

The audience was silent.

"Take it and hang it on the wall." He said again.

There was a complex expression mixed with awe in the eyes of everyone. As Ouyang Rong moved forward expressionlessly, the crowd in front of him spontaneously parted ways.

Only Diao Xiancheng, who had just arrived at the scene and didn't know the situation, kept his mouth open as always, and greeted him, saying with a bitter face:
"Hey Ming Mansion, the lower officials said that they can't be investigated. What if they find out? People will die. If there is any problem, let's go and talk peacefully. To govern such a large county with so many gentry and wealthy families, we have to Slow cooker..."

Ouyang Rong drew his sword suddenly, slashed forward, "Stew your mother's head."

"Ah... help, help..."

Diao Xiancheng was so frightened that the souls of the dead jumped up, and they ran away with their heads in their arms. Ouyang Rong chased after him with a heavy face and raised his sword. , and even some people who stood in the way of the two of them quietly gave way...

Ever since, under the eyes of everyone, the magistrate of a county and the magistrate of a county staged a wave of life and death in the yard.

"Mingfu is calm...Mingfu is calm...ah!"

It's a pity that the magistrate of Diaoxian County is an official social animal who is sleepy all the year round and stays up all night. Kick it down, a dog eats shit, and the black hats fly out of the courtyard wall.

Ouyang Rong rode on Diao Xiancheng's body, holding the thin head with his hands, and thrust the sword into his neck, which was longer than a duck, and the white blade was almost completely submerged in the soil.

The fine hairs on the skin of Diaoxian Cheng's neck could almost reach the edge of the sharp blade. He was so frightened that he was so frightened that he stretched his neck wide open, like a duck whose head was chopped off on a chopping board.

"Mingfu, please forgive me, Mingfu, please forgive me..."

"Chirp, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"

"Is there no lower official, the lower official is really for the good of Mingfu...Mingfu calm down! Calm down!"

Ouyang Rong opened Diao Xiancheng's eyelids with his fingers, and stared at Diao Xiancheng's fearful eyes with his bloodshot eyes. He held his right hand on the hilt of his sword next to his neck. Another fresh head can be harvested.

"Calm down?" The young county magistrate tilted his head: "Tell me, I can't explain why I'm so cold-hearted. First chop off your head to sacrifice the flag, and then I'll lead soldiers to knock on the door of Liu's house, and ransack the house one by one!"

"...!!!" Diao Xiancheng.

　The next update is twelve o'clock in the evening.If you don't come out, you guys will cut off my head!
　　
　
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