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

When the village head was taken to the county government office, he was filled with anxiety and confusion.

He looked at the county magistrate in bewilderment and stammered, "County, county magistrate, what on earth is going on?"

The county magistrate's face was terribly gloomy. He swung his sleeves fiercely and shouted angrily: "Humph! How dare you ask!"

Then he waved his hands at the guards on both sides, "Get out of here!"

The yamen runners retreated quickly and well-trainedly, and suddenly only the county magistrate and the village head were left in the hall.

The county magistrate's eyes widened and he stared at the village head with anger on his face. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know who is the person who is meddling in your affairs?"

The village head was frightened by the county magistrate's appearance and replied tremblingly: "I don't know."

The county magistrate slammed the table and shouted, "That's the prime minister!"

When the village head heard this, his eyes almost popped out of his head, his mouth opened wide, his face was full of horror, and his body involuntarily took two steps back, secretly complaining in his heart: "Oh my God, is it true? How did I offend the prime minister!"

The village head stood there, and suddenly the scene of his dealings with Xi Yu flashed through his mind like lightning.

The majesty in his gestures and the unique temperament, no wonder he seemed so powerful at first.

The head of the village began to tremble involuntarily, and his teeth could not help but chatter.

His lips trembled, and he asked the county magistrate in a trembling voice: "Sir, what should we do about this?"

The county magistrate's face was pale as dirt. He stared at the head of the village in frustration and shouted, "What should I do? You still ask me what to do? You have caused such a big disaster, and this time it has also caused me great harm! I still want to ask you what to do!"

As he spoke, the county magistrate paced back and forth in the hall anxiously, with beads of sweat already oozing out of his forehead.

The head of the village was terrified, his eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and he cried, "My lord, I really didn't know that was the prime minister. I know I was wrong, please save me!"

The county magistrate stopped and glared at the head of the village fiercely. He sighed helplessly, his eyes full of despair and confusion, and muttered to himself: "What should I do now, what should I do..."

The headman's face turned pale instantly, his legs softened, and he knelt down in front of the county magistrate with a plop, crying, "Sir, please save me!"

The county magistrate kicked him hard, his eyes wide open, and said viciously: "Get up! Now you must take all the blame on yourself!"

The head of the village opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, and he trembled and said, "Sir, you are going to make me a scapegoat!"

The county magistrate snorted coldly, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and said: "Humph, there is nothing we can do about it! If you don't agree, not only you but also your family will be in trouble! As long as you agree, I promise to protect your family and take good care of them!"

The head of the village's face was full of despair and pain, with tears welling up in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but could not say anything. He just stared blankly at the county magistrate.

After a long while, the head of the village finally uttered a sad sob and said in a tearful voice: "My lord, I...I promise, wuwu..."

After saying that, she collapsed on the ground crying.

The county magistrate looked at him, frowned, and said impatiently: "Okay, stop crying and take care of the matter for me!"

While the county magistrate and the village head were talking, a dark shadow was lurking in the corner and heard their conversation clearly.

After hearing this, the secret guard disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

Soon, he came in front of Xi Yu, knelt on one knee, and reported respectfully: "Prime Minister, the county magistrate and the village are talking..."

Xi Yu looked calm, with a barely perceptible arc at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Oh? It's just as I expected."

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if everything was under control.

The secret guard raised his head slightly and asked curiously, "Prime Minister, did you know they would do this?"

Xi Yu smiled lightly, a gleam of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and he said leisurely: "Humph, how could I not know their thoughts and methods. From the beginning, I guessed that they would act like this."

He raised his head slightly, looking confident and calm.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Keep watching them and see what else they can do."

The secret guard responded and quickly left to carry out his mission.

The head of the village was taken to the jail by the bailiffs with a dejected look on his face, while the county magistrate came before Xi Yu in fear and trepidation.

The county magistrate bowed his body and asked flatteringly, "Prime Minister, do you think it is possible to leave now?"

Xi Yu looked indifferent and nodded slightly.

The head of the village looked at Xi Yu from the small window of the cell. His face was extremely ugly and his eyes were full of regret and fear.

Xiyu walked out with Tuoba Yu with an expressionless face, and Tuoba Yu also had a hint of relief on his face.

The county magistrate hurriedly followed behind, smiling and saying, "Mr. Prime Minister, I have already arranged a place for you and your wife to live. It will be absolutely comfortable. In addition, the head of the village will be tried tomorrow, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

Xi Yu didn't say anything, but just walked forward. The county magistrate followed him closely, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

The county magistrate hurried back to his residence. As soon as he entered the door, he breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and found that his clothes were almost wet.

He frowned and shouted impatiently: "Come quickly, change the county's clothes!"

The servants nearby hurried forward and hurriedly changed the county magistrate's wet clothes.

At this moment, the county magistrate's wife also walked over quickly. Her face was no longer arrogant as usual, but she was anxious and very good-tempered. She came to the county magistrate, grabbed his arm tightly, and asked vigorously, "Tell me, how is it going?"

The county magistrate sat down on the chair tiredly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then slowly said: "Madam, don't worry, the village head will take all the responsibilities."

As he said this, a hint of relief and relief flashed in his eyes.

When the lady heard this, her eyes lit up and she asked, "Really? That's great! There shouldn't be any problems after that, right?"

Her face was full of anticipation, and her eyes were fixed on the county magistrate, as if she wanted to see more information from his face.

The county magistrate frowned and said uncertainly, "It should...it should be no big problem, as long as nothing goes wrong with the head of the village."

After saying that, he let out another long sigh and leaned back in his chair, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

The joy on the lady's face gradually faded, and she became worried again. She frowned tightly and said anxiously: "What if the head of the village doesn't agree? And even if he agrees now, what if he changes his mind at the last minute?"

When the county magistrate heard this, his face, which had just relaxed, instantly turned cold again.

His facial features seemed to be distorted, his face became extremely ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Humph! If he dares not to agree or changes his mind at the last minute, I will kill all of the headman's family! Not a single one will be spared!"

There was a fierce light in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

The lady was frightened by the county magistrate's appearance. She took a step back unconsciously and stammered, "Don't be so fierce."

The county magistrate panted and said viciously: "Humph, at this critical moment, there must be no mistakes, otherwise we will all be doomed!"

After saying this, his eyes were still fixed on the front, as if he was planning something terrible.

It was late at night, and the county magistrate and his wife were lying in bed. But that night, the county magistrate and his wife tossed and turned and could not get any rest.

Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, tightly grasped the county magistrate's hand, her eyes slightly red, and said in a trembling voice: "Husband..."

The county magistrate was startled by her sudden action. He looked at her in confusion and frowned, asking, "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

The lady's eyes were full of panic and worry, her lips trembling slightly, and she said anxiously: "My husband, I am very strict with you on weekdays, but...but I love you in my heart, I really love you. I am afraid, afraid of losing you."

As she said this, tears welled up in her eyes and her face was full of fear.

The county magistrate looked at his wife like this, and couldn't help but feel touched. He reached out and gently patted his wife's hand, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, madam, don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

However, the lady still held his hand tightly and refused to let go, and said in a tearful voice, "I'm really scared, husband. I don't want to lose you." Her eyes were full of attachment and reluctance, as if the county magistrate would disappear from her sight at any time.

He comforted her softly, "Don't panic, ma'am. Don't panic. Your husband will be fine. We will definitely get through this difficult time."

The lady leaned in the county magistrate's arms, sobbing slightly.

"My dear husband, I really regret being so harsh on you, always making so many demands on you, and often losing my temper. I really know I was wrong."

Her face was full of regret and self-blame, and her eyes were dull.

The county magistrate gently stroked his wife's hair and said in a gentle tone: "Madam, don't say these silly things anymore. I know how you feel about me. What happened in the past doesn't matter. It's all in the past."

The lady raised her head, looked at the county magistrate with tearful eyes, and said with a sob: "My husband, I will treat you well in the future and never act capriciously again. I really can't live without you."

The county magistrate looked at the pitiful appearance of his wife, and his heart was filled with pity. He nodded and said, "Okay, madam, I believe you."

The county magistrate felt that his wife had become a completely different person. He could hardly believe his eyes.

The lady then felt a little relieved and snuggled up to the county magistrate, as if only in this way could she find a sense of security.

The county magistrate also hugged his wife tightly. In this quiet night, the hearts of both of them were filled with attachment to each other and worries about the future.

On the other side, Xiyu and Tuoba Yu settled down in the residence arranged by the county magistrate.

Tuoba Yu frowned, kept fanning her nose with her hands, and said with disgust: "Oh, the smell in this cell is too strong. I have to take a shower quickly." As she said that, she began to prepare to fetch water.

Then, she looked at Xi Yu who was standing beside her and said in a naughty way, "Husband, you watch over here for me."

Xi Yu shook his head helplessly, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He put his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the door, looked up at the stars in the night sky, his eyes were filled with a sense of distance and depth, and he whispered, "Okay, hurry up."

He just stood there quietly, his figure looking somewhat lonely yet tall under the moonlight.

After a while, Tuoba Yu came out of the shower feeling refreshed.

While wiping her hair with a towel, she walked to Xi Yu and asked, "Husband, do you want to wash too?"

Xi Yu was still looking at the starry sky. Hearing this, he shook his head slightly and said calmly, "No need. I'm fine."

Tuoba Yu shrugged and said nothing more, casually placing the towel aside.

Then they each found a place and began to rest.

Tuoba Yu quickly lay down and closed his eyes, and soon the sound of even breathing could be heard.

Xi Yu sat quietly on the chair with his eyes slightly closed. He seemed to be resting, but no one knew what he was thinking about in his mind.

In the faint moonlight, his face looked exceptionally peaceful and mysterious.

On the other side, in the dim temple, candlelight flickered.

Several black-clad assassins walked in with the old monk's body, their footsteps were particularly clear in the silent temple.

Wuyou was standing in front of the Buddha statue. When he heard the noise, he turned around with a look of surprise on his face.

One of the assassins said coldly: "The old monk committed suicide out of shame. We have sent his body back to you."

The assassin also recounted what happened that year.

Wuyou's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, "This... How is this possible..."

The assassins didn't say anything else. After putting the body down, they left as quickly as they came.

Only Wuyou was left standing there blankly, staring at the old monk's body, his eyes full of confusion and disbelief.

His body was trembling slightly, as if he had not yet recovered from the huge impact.

After a long time, he slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the old monk's face. His eyes gradually turned red and he murmured, "Abbot...how could this happen..."

After Ouyang Linlin learned the news of the old monk's death, she hurried to the meditation room and found Wuyou standing beside the old monk's body.

She walked to Wuyou with a concerned look on her face, gently held his hand, and said softly, "Wuyou, don't be too sad." Her eyes were full of heartache and pity, and her brows were slightly frowned.

Wuyou raised his head, his eyes empty, and murmured, "Donor, the abbot... just left like that."

After a while, Ouyang Linlin saw that Wuyou had calmed down a little, so she got up and returned to her room.

As soon as she entered the room, Xiao Hong came up to her impatiently and asked anxiously, "Miss, how did the old monk die?"

Ouyang Linlin sighed and said slowly: "I heard that he committed suicide because he did something shameful."

When she said this, there was a hint of solemnity and emotion on her face.

Xiaohong opened her mouth in surprise, "Ah? Something shameful? I didn't expect the old monk would..." She shook her head, an expression of disbelief on her face.

Ouyang Linlin looked at Xiaohong seriously, frowned slightly and said, "Xiaohong, don't talk about it casually. It's someone else's business and has nothing to do with us." There was a hint of majesty in her eyes and her expression was very serious.

After hearing this, Xiaohong nodded quickly and responded obediently: "Yes, Miss, I understand."

She lowered her head, a look of knowing her mistake appeared on her face, and her hands unconsciously fiddled with the corners of her clothes.

Seeing Xiaohong's expression, Ouyang Linlin softened her tone and continued, "We should just do our own thing and not meddle in other people's business."

Xiaohong nodded vigorously again, looked up at Ouyang Linlin, and said with a firm look in her eyes: "Don't worry, miss, I won't say anything nonsense anymore, I will definitely listen to you." After saying that, a well-behaved smile appeared on her face.

It was late at night, and Ouyang Linlin was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dark ceiling, feeling very annoyed. She sighed softly and murmured to herself, "Oh, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Her mind involuntarily reappeared with Xi Yu's figure, his handsome face and upright figure.

Her eyes became somewhat resentful, her brows slightly furrowed, and she said softly: "Xi Yu... I really envy Tuoba Yu for being able to stay with him, but I don't have such treatment."

As she spoke, her eyes turned slightly red and she revealed a hint of sadness.

She bit her lip, her face full of helplessness and melancholy, "Why can't I..."

She turned over, still unable to sleep, the sorrow in her heart surged like the tide.

In the temple's meditation room, candlelight flickers.

Wuyou had a sad face and slightly red eyes, and sat with several monks.

Wuyou said solemnly: "My fellow disciples, let's start preparing for Master's funeral tomorrow."

His voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were full of pain, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

One of the monks slammed the table, stood up, and said angrily, "No! We can't just let it go like this! We can't listen to the assassins' one-sided words! Master can't die in such an unclear way, we should take revenge!"

His face was full of anger and unwillingness, his hands were clenched into fists, and his body was shaking slightly with excitement.

Another monk echoed, "Yes, Brother Wuyou, we can't give up so easily, we must find out the truth and avenge our master!" His expression was serious and his eyes were determined.

Wuyou raised his head, looked at his excited fellow apprentices, sighed, and said slowly: "But how can we take revenge? We don't even know who the other party is..." (End of this chapter)