The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Night fell over the temple, and silence reigned.

Ouyang Linlin lay alone on the simple bed, the dim candlelight around her stretching her shadow.

She opened her eyes and stared straight at the beams, her eyes revealing a deep longing. Her thoughts involuntarily drifted to Xi Yu again.

Xi Yu's face kept appearing in her mind. His smile, his eyes, his every move were all extremely clear in her mind.

It was a kind of tangled and confusing emotion that permeated this silent temple.

Just when Ouyang Linlin was completely immersed in the thoughts of Xi Yu, suddenly, a noisy sound came from the temple.

She was stunned at first, then she sat up suddenly and listened carefully. She only heard fierce fighting and shouting coming from outside.

"What's going on?" Ouyang Linlin frowned, feeling uneasy.

She hurriedly got out of bed, ran to the door in her slippers, gently pushed it open a crack and looked out.

In the temple courtyard, a group of people were seen fighting with the soldiers.

The rioters had ferocious looks on their faces and attacked without mercy, while the soldiers also fought hard and the scene was in chaos.

Ouyang Linlin's eyes were wide open, her face full of astonishment and confusion.

"How could someone suddenly cause trouble in the temple in the middle of the night?" She thought to herself, her hand unconsciously gripping the door frame as she nervously watched every move outside, not knowing how this sudden chaos would develop.

In the chaos, several thieves sneaked up to the old monk's room.

They moved quietly, with ferocious looks on their faces.

When they gently pushed open the door, the old monk seemed to sense something strange in his sleep and woke up suddenly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw several thieves standing in front of him with ferocious looks. He turned pale with fear and instinctively screamed, "Ah!"

The shout was particularly clear and harsh in the silent temple, as if it could break through the darkness.

The thieves were startled by the shout, but soon their faces turned fierce, they clenched their weapons, and approached the old monk step by step, as if they wanted to kill him immediately.

The old monk shrank back in horror, his heart filled with fear and helplessness, not knowing how to deal with this sudden dangerous situation.

When the thieves were about to attack the old monk, several soldiers outside heard the noise and rushed over quickly.

"Let go of the old monk!" The leading soldier opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly, holding the spear tightly in his hand, ready to attack at any time.

When the thieves saw this, one of them grabbed the old monk's neck viciously. The old monk's face was full of pain and his eyes were full of fear.

"Don't come over here! Otherwise I will kill this old monk immediately!" the thief roared ferociously, with madness and determination in his eyes.

The soldiers suddenly became afraid of the consequences and stopped abruptly, looking at the old monk anxiously.

"What on earth do you want to do?" a soldier shouted, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense! Get out of my way!" The thief held the old monk hostage and retreated step by step.

The soldiers could only watch helplessly as the thieves took the old monk away, their fists clenched tightly, yet they could do nothing, their faces filled with annoyance and anger.

The thieves gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving the soldiers stamping their feet and cursing.

Zhao Yun rushed into the temple like lightning, the spear in his hand was stained with the blood of the thieves. His face was cold and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Don't run, you thief!" Zhao Yun shouted, but when he ran into the yard, he saw the old monk being strangled by several thieves.

Zhao Yun stopped instantly, an anxious and angry look on his face. He gripped the spear tightly, and the tip of the spear trembled slightly because of anger.

"Let go of the old monk!" Zhao Yun glared angrily and his voice sounded like thunder.

The thieves laughed arrogantly, and one of them shouted, "Humph, come over here if you have the guts. Let's see whether your gun is faster or we can kill this old monk first!"

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the thief, but he did not dare to act rashly. His heart was full of helplessness and anxiety.

"What exactly do you want!" Zhao Yun asked, suppressing his anger.

The old monk's face was filled with pain, and he said with difficulty: "Brave man... don't worry about me..."

Zhao Yun felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he could only watch the old monk being taken away by the thieves.

He stamped his feet hard, self-blame and anger intertwined in his heart, but he was at a loss as to what to do for the moment.

Zhao Yun watched helplessly as the thieves took the old monk hostage and walked away. He stood where he was, his hands gripping the spear so tightly that the joints turned white from the excessive force.

His face was filled with resentment and anger, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. "Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice, feeling extremely annoyed.

The surrounding soldiers also gathered around, each with a frustrated look on their face.

"General Zhao, what should we do?" a soldier asked anxiously.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Don't act rashly. They won't hurt the old monk for now. We will take a long-term view and we will definitely find a way to rescue the old monk."

After saying this, Zhao Yun's eyes were still fixed on the direction the thieves left, his eyes revealing firmness and determination.

He secretly vowed that no matter what the cost, he must rescue the old monk safely.

In another corner of the temple, Ouyang Linlin also witnessed all this, and her heart was also filled with worry.

She looked at Zhao Yun's resolute back, and a different emotion surged in her heart, as if she had more admiration and dependence on this brave general.

In the following time, Zhao Yun arranged soldiers to strengthen the security around the temple, while beginning to plan a strategy to rescue the old monk. The entire temple was immersed in a tense and depressing atmosphere.

On the other side, the county magistrate sat on a chair with a tired look on his face. He had been tortured by his wife for a whole day and felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

At night, the county magistrate rubbed his brows, stood up and said, "I'll go to the prison to take a look."

When the lady heard this, her eyebrows immediately turned upside down, she glared at him and scolded him, "What are you doing? Are you going out to fool around again?"

The county magistrate quickly explained in a flattering manner: "Oh, ma'am, I really did go to the prison. I didn't lie to you."

The lady waved her hands impatiently, as if shooing away a fly, and said, "Get out of here, get out of here quickly, and don't hang around in front of me."

The county magistrate had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the prison in a dejected manner, muttering, "Really? You won't believe me no matter what I say."

The lady glared at his back fiercely, her anger still lingering.

The county magistrate hung his head and walked hurriedly towards the prison.

Along the way, he kept muttering to himself that his wife's temper was becoming more and more unpredictable.

When they arrived at the prison gate, the jailers saw that it was the county magistrate and saluted respectfully.

The county magistrate waved his hand, signaling them to open the prison door.

After entering the prison, a damp and rotten smell hit his nose. The county magistrate frowned, but continued to move forward.

He came to a cell and looked at the prisoners inside with a complicated look in his eyes.

At this time, the lady was getting angrier and angrier in the room, thinking that the county magistrate must have bad intentions and might just be looking for an excuse to go out and have fun.

She stood up suddenly and decided to secretly follow the county magistrate to take a look.

When the lady quietly came near the prison, she heard the voice of the county magistrate coming from inside.

She approached cautiously, hid aside and eavesdropped.

The county magistrate came to Xiyu's cell and said viciously that he would torture him severely.

When Xi Yu asked why, the county magistrate sneered, "Today, I was mad at my wife, and I must take revenge on you!"

Xi Yu laughed loudly and sarcastically said that the county magistrate did a really good job.

The county magistrate was enraged by Xi Yu's sarcasm. He gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you laugh at me, you ignorant fellow! I will make you regret it!"

Xi Yu said to the county magistrate fearlessly: "Humph, then try to move me."

When the county magistrate heard this, his face turned red with anger and he immediately shouted, "Someone come!"

Just at this moment, the county magistrate's wife walked in hurriedly.

Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and she pointed at Xia Ling's nose and cursed, "Well, how dare you say bad things about me behind my back!" The county magistrate was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He stammered, "Husband... Madam, why are you here? This... This is a misunderstanding!"

His eyes were filled with fear and panic, and his body involuntarily took two steps back.

Xi Yu watched all this with interest, with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

Then, the county magistrate's wife did not listen to his explanation at all. She rushed up to the county magistrate and punched and kicked him, cursing as she beat him: "You are such a heartless person. You have no ability, but you take your anger out on the prisoners. I must teach you a lesson today!"

The yamen runners were watching the excitement in amazement and had completely forgotten about beating Xi Yu.

Tuoba Yu was watching this scene from a distance, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

She thought to herself, "This county magistrate is so pathetic! Look at how trembling he is. He is so afraid of his own wife."

Thinking of this, a faint smile emerged on Tuoba Yu's face, and he seemed to find this interesting scene a little funny.

The magistrate's wife angrily grabbed the magistrate's arm and dragged him out of the room.

The county magistrate was terrified. He tried to break free from his wife's hand and begged, "Madam, please spare me. Don't hit me here..."

The lady was unmoved. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and she shouted in a stern voice, "You useless thing!"

When they got to the yard, the lady was even more ruthless and started punching and kicking the county magistrate again.

The county magistrate could only run away, begging for mercy: "Madam, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

Several yamen runners were watching in amazement, and it took them a while to come back to their senses.

One of the guards scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Should we go deal with the criminals?"

Another bailiff nodded and said, "Yes, I almost forgot about the important matter. Let's go!"

They all showed determined expressions on their faces and turned to run towards Xiyu.

At this moment, Tuoba Yu shouted loudly: "Husband, tell me your identity quickly!" There was a hint of urgency in her voice.

Xi Yu remained silent, just looking at Tuoba Yu quietly.

Seeing this, Tuoba Yu frowned slightly and raised his voice again.

However, before Xi Yu could reveal the truth, Tuoba Yu suddenly shouted to the runners, "How dare you beat up the prime minister? What crime should you be punished for!" His face was filled with dignity and anger.

When several yamen runners heard this, they were immediately startled. A look of astonishment appeared on their faces. They looked at each other and then started laughing.

One of the yamen runners pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "Haha, stop joking, how could he be the prime minister?"

Another bailiff also laughed: "That's right, do you think we will believe your lies?"

Xi Yu frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

"She's not kidding!"

At this time, Xi Yu finally slowly took out the token from his arms. With a hint of majesty in his eyes, he said to the yamen runners: "Open your dog eyes and see what this is!"

The faces of the yamen runners showed an expression of extreme surprise, and their eyes were fixed on the token.

One of the yamen runners was the first to react. His face turned pale and he quickly knelt down.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I am a humble man who failed to recognize a great man. Please forgive me!" He said this while kowtowing desperately, with beads of sweat already oozing out of his forehead.

The other yamen runners also knelt down one after another, their bodies trembling, and they said in unison: "Please forgive us, Prime Minister!"

Xi Yu looked at these yamen runners who were once arrogant and domineering, but now so embarrassed. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He said slowly: "Forget it, get up."

When the yamen runners heard these words, they felt as if they had been pardoned. They stood up, lowered their heads, and dared not look at Xi Yu again.

At this moment, Xi Yu exuded an aura of majesty that made people feel awe.

Xi Yu frowned and ordered the bailiff, "Go and call the county magistrate."

A bailiff responded hastily and walked hurriedly towards the yard.

When they arrived at the yard, the bailiff saw the county magistrate's wife beating and kicking the county magistrate.

He hurried forward and shouted, "Madam, please stop. I have something important to report to the county magistrate."

The lady stopped what she was doing, glared at the bailiff and cursed, "What's the big deal? Can't you see I'm teaching this useless thing a lesson?" Her tone was full of anger.

The yamen runner was somewhat helpless, so he could only smile and say, "Madam, this is really a serious matter, please don't fight for now."

The county magistrate looked very aggrieved. He rubbed the painful part of his body and muttered, "Let's talk about it later."

The bailiff stamped his feet anxiously and said, "My Lord County Magistrate, the Prime Minister sent me to call you."

When the county magistrate heard this, his face changed immediately.

The bailiff hurriedly explained to the county magistrate: "Sir, that man is actually the prime minister! I didn't know it before, and only knew his identity when he took out the token just now." A look of panic appeared on his face.

When the county magistrate heard this, he turned pale with fright, his lips trembled, and he stammered, "What...what? Prime Minister? How come...you are here?" His body involuntarily took a few steps back.

The county magistrate's wife was also stunned and suddenly stopped what she was doing.

Her eyes were wide open, her face full of disbelief.

The county magistrate entered the cell in a panic and hurriedly, almost crawling.

His face was filled with fear and helplessness.

As soon as he entered the cell, the county magistrate saw many yamen runners kneeling there. His heart sank suddenly and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He also knelt down quickly and said in a trembling voice: "I was blind and didn't know that the Prime Minister was here. I hope the Prime Minister will forgive me!" His head was lowered almost to the ground and he didn't dare to raise it.

The county magistrate's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were trembling constantly.

One of the yamen runners raised his head cautiously, glanced at the county magistrate, and said softly, "Sir, we just found out the identity of the prime minister..."

The county magistrate glared at him fiercely and interrupted him.

"Shut up! You idiots can't even recognize the Prime Minister!"

At this time, the cell fell into deathly silence. No one dared to speak anymore. Only the magistrate's frightened breathing echoed in the air.

After a long time, the county magistrate spoke cautiously again: "Mr. Prime Minister, I didn't know you were here. If I had known, I would never have dared to be so negligent..." His voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was afraid of angering the Prime Minister.

Just at this moment, the county magistrate's wife ran over quickly, panting.

Her face was full of anxiety and fear. As soon as she arrived in front of Xi Yu, she knelt down with a plop.

The lady grabbed Xi Yu's clothes and begged, "Prime Minister, please don't kill my husband! He was just confused for a moment, please spare him!"

Her voice was sobbing and her eyes were full of tears.

The county magistrate was very surprised to see his wife like this.

He originally thought that his wife was very strict with him, but he did not expect that at the critical moment, his wife would plead for him like this.

There was a flash of emotion in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by fear.

He also kowtowed and said, "My Lord Prime Minister, I admit my guilt. Please have mercy on me!"

At this time, the county magistrate's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was trembling slightly because of fear.

When Tuoba Yu saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile happily, and a bright smile bloomed on his face.

She chuckled, with a hint of joking in her tone, and said, "Haha, you really deserve it, the county magistrate!"

There was an obvious hint of pride in that smile. She watched the terrified look of the county magistrate with interest, and felt happier in her heart.

"Humph, if the Prime Minister had not revealed his identity, would you have been so respectful? You fool, who knows how arrogant you are on a normal day!" Tuoba Yu continued to mock.

Her words were full of disdain. (End of this chapter)