When a chatterbox meets a cold personality

  Min An saw Fei Yi take the initiative to speak to him, and he was a little surprised in his heart. His mouth unknowingly continued to speak, always wanting to add a bit of human touch to this quiet night, so as not to be like him and Fei Yi, silently rushing forward, the close distance seeming to span a mountain.

  "The official regulations stipulate that officials of all levels are not allowed to have 'concubines', and it is emphasized that the wife should not be demoted. However, Mr. Wang Huaili, the county magistrate of Qingquan County, divorced his original wife at the beginning of the year on the grounds that she had body odor under her armpits. He took a concubine and held a grand banquet for all directions. Our master rushed to send gifts but hadn't returned yet when he heard that Mr. Wang's original wife encountered disaster on the way, and Mr. Wang was so heartbroken that he couldn't get out of bed. Our master hastily prepared another gift and went back to visit Mr. Wang. To comfort Mr. Wang, our master specially gave him a tapestry brought from abroad. The concubine had never seen anything new and cut the tapestry into a scarf for Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang thought it looked good and wore it when he went out in the cold weather. Once, in front of his attendants, he boasted that the concubine was so virtuous, but an attendant listened with annoyance and said coldly, 'Isn't it just a piece of pillowcase cloth?' Alas, this is not good, and our master suffered from this."

  He didn't respond as if he hadn't heard anything.

  Min An sighed: "You're too boring, aren't you curious about what's going on downstairs? Like why my master suffered a calamity?"

  She bit her lip and didn't speak.

  Min An scratched his head: "Isn't this a bad omen? Then I'll change it for you. Wang's concubine ran away, and in a hurry, he found our master to ask him to recommend a young girl as a concubine. He also made some requirements, saying 'cherry small mouth apricot kernel eyes, crescent moon eyebrows heavenly face, not talking about food or drink, not talking about clothes, four doors do not go out less idle words'. Our master was busy in the county seat for several months and finally found a suitable candidate - who is it among our county's girls?"

  "You."

  Min An was shocked: "I'm a real man, how can I be a daughter?"

  Fei's mouth corners hid in the dark shadow of the lamp, and he smiled slightly: "Lord Bi is a good man, Wang Zhixian wants his daughter-in-law, either way it's you, so just accept your fate."

  Min An was stunned for a moment, then hurried over and shouted: "Hey, I'm giving you an example to relieve boredom, how can you tease me? Besides, aren't you curious why our master suffered? How did the little concubine run away? And which girl in the county can catch the eye of Magistrate Wang?"

  Fei Yi didn't respond, and instead didn't continue the conversation in a way that would satisfy Min An. Min An was like a monkey who couldn't scratch an itch, getting anxious and stamping his foot, wanting to grab Fei Yi and tell him the story he had prepared earlier. Fei Yi just found it amusing, his expression still cold, and even when he saw a pothole on the mountain road, he didn't say a word to warn Min An, who let out an "ah" as he stepped into it.

  The mountain people's hunting traps are not to be trifled with. Min An fell and didn't come back to his senses for a long time, scraping off a piece of skin on his face, bumping out a lump on his forehead, and hurting so much that he shed a few tears. He raised his hand to cover his face, and the bloodstains were transferred to his sleeve again.

  Fei Yi stood at the edge of the cave and asked: "Can you still walk?"

  Min An puffed out a breath: "My foot's twisted, get me a branch to splint it with, I'll hobble along."

  Fei Yi said: "Why don't I go alone to catch Mao Thirteen, and come back quickly?"

  Min An Pa pulled the roots of the fallen tree and crawled out bravely: "You went in vain, Mao Thirteen won't give up, we must think of a good way to subdue him."

  Fei Yi snapped a branch off a tree and handed it over, pulling Min An out of the pit. Min An lit a lantern and pulled some wild wisteria from the bottom of the forest, which still had a handful of red flowers emitting a refreshing fragrance, and wrapped them around his ankle with mud water. He took off his shirt and tightly tied it to the outside of his homemade herbal medicine, trying to move his ankle, and let out a hiss of pain.

  Fei Yi picked up the lantern and continued walking forward, Min An reluctantly followed behind him, limping. Once his body had a painful spot, his attention was focused on his feet, and he didn't speak again. After walking in silence for a while, Fei Yi thought to himself that it was much quieter now. When he inadvertently turned his head back, he saw Min An's furrowed brow, like a bitter melon, with all the wrinkles on his face gathered together.

  "Does it hurt much?"

  Min An pouted, not responding. Fei Yi turned her head and continued walking, Min An saw Fei Yi and casually asked a question, but there was no follow-up conversation, and he sulked for a long time. "So heartless, obviously you have good eyesight and can see the road clearly, yet you didn't even warn me about the hole at my feet..." He muttered to himself, holding his cane and obediently following behind.

  Fei Yi said: "Your technique of bandaging wounds is very skilled."

  "So what?" Min An replied irritably.

  "You often get hurt."

  Min An didn't say a word. Fei Yi continued, "I suppose Wu Ren also taught you these skills."

  "Master has never taught me any medical skills, only beat me. I was forced to learn these skills on my own, none of which were taught by Master."

  This time, Huan Fei had nothing to say. Min An walked for a while and said: "Hey, aren't you really curious why our master was sent gifts but still suffered? And that little concubine..."

  "Fei Yi raised his hand to stop him: "No need to say anything more.""

  "Alright."

  The two of them never spoke again, and after walking for more than half a day, they finally crossed the back mountain of Huangshi County and arrived at Taohua Village. In front of Taohua Village, there were no peach blossoms, only two bright red lanterns hung on the gate pillars, wrapped with a piece of colorful silk cloth, which emitted a fragrant scent when blown by the night wind.

  Even if Fei didn't care about the things around him, he could still tell that this place wasn't quite right. Min An limped over and said, "Brothel. Catching live ones. The one with green eyebrows, the lone one." He spoke briefly and didn't bother to see if Fei understood or not, then walked behind a nearby tree and hid.

  Fortunately, Fei Yi understood and wasn't curious about why Mo An was hiding, so he waited by the door pillar. As soon as Mao Shi San's rough figure appeared under the lantern, Fei Yi struck like the wind, slapping Mao Shi San's shoulders and knocking him to the ground.

  Old Cao fell to the ground and cursed loudly: "Which little bastard ambushed Grandpa? If you have the guts, come and fight with Grandpa again at dawn. What kind of hero is it to bully in the dark?"

  A gust of wind blew down the lantern, and the candle fell to the grass, igniting a fire. The flames grew larger, illuminating everything within a radius of ten feet. Mo San lay on the ground, staring up at a figure standing before him - a man with eyes as black as ink, whose gaze sent shivers down his spine.

  Mao Thirteen was a rough man and didn't quite understand that this aura meant "accumulated prestige". He stared blankly, shouting: "You look like a young master, what are you doing sneaking outside the village to ambush Grandpa?"

  He didn't lower his left hand, only stretching out his right hand, with the palm facing upwards at a slant. This was a very ordinary starting move, but it made Mao Shi San extremely angry, because the enemy who was about to attack him had only given out half of his hand, as if he looked down on his martial arts skills.

  Mao Thirteen let out a loud roar and pounced forward. This time, the fight was fair and square, and Fei Yi had even deliberately lit up the area for Mao Thirteen to see clearly. However, Mao Thirteen soon discovered that he hadn't seen Fei Yi's moves clearly at all, and was knocked to the ground once again.

  "What the heck is this? Where did this master come from to bully me like this? In my younger days, I was a hero who roamed the north of the Huai River and kicked my way through the five lakes and four seas!"

  Fei Yi couldn't bear the noise of Mao Thirteen, so he walked over and kicked him in the chest, almost ending his life. Mao Thirteen knelt on the ground, coughing, with blood foam at the corner of his mouth, still refusing to shut up: "I won't give in! I just spent my energy on that little slut! You're a good man, wait for me three days later and come back!"

  Just as the two were about to clash, a figure emerged from behind the tree. Min An hastily hobbled out on his crutch and shouted, "Spare him! Spare him!" He quickly made his way to Mao Shi San's side, crouched down and said, "Brother Shi San, we meet again."

  Cao Shi San was rolling on the ground, clutching his chest, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He looked up and immediately recognized Min An's face. He angrily shouted: "How is it everywhere I go, I run into you? Grandfather deliberately avoided Minzhou to make a fortune in another state, yet I still ran into you! This is really like seeing a ghost!"

  Min An smiled and said, "Thirteen brothers have been separated for several years, but their spirit and energy are still the same as before. Their voice is still so loud, they still love to drill recklessly, their slogan has not changed, if you can't win, just shout that it's not a good man."

  "Thirteenth Master, with his neck stretched out and a fierce howl, seemed to be about to spit starlight at Min An's face: 'You little scoundrel, always taking advantage of Grandfather when he's alone, what kind of man are you?!'"

  Min An smiled but didn't answer, walking to the back of Mao Thirteen and using a prepared rope made of cowhide to tie him up securely. He held onto the other end of the rope, indicating for Mao Thirteen to follow him. Mao Thirteen stood his ground, exerting brute force in a test of strength with Min An, who was struggling to overpower him and almost got thrown to the ground.

  The person standing beside Fei didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes clearly conveyed "good-for-nothing". Min An was pulled by the rope and stumbled before regaining balance, then said with a sheepish grin: "Fei, my foot hurts, you come hold him instead."

  Fei Yi saw the sky turning white, and without further ado, he took the rope in his palm and shook it once. Immediately, a strong force was transmitted through the rope, and Mao Thirteen's body was struck with a loud thud. Mao Thirteen felt pain and his feet involuntarily stumbled. Before he could react, the rope shook again, this time even more violently, directly slapping him in the face like a palm strike.

  Cao Thirteen ate a loss, knowing the severity of Fei Yi, and immediately walked forward along the rope's tension, scolding non-stop all the way. Fei Yi used the rope to shock him, but he didn't stop, only thinking that since his body had suffered pain, he had to vent his anger through his mouth.

  Fei Yi suddenly stopped moving, Min An secretly cried out in alarm and hastily went to Mao Shi San's side, using the hem of his own robe to tie up Mao Shi San's mouth. Mao Shi San tasted a strong smell of mud and saw with his own eyes where the cloth strip came from, struggling even more fiercely. "Mmph... mmph... damn it... young master... wants Grandpa to eat your foot odor..."

  Min An hummed a tune as he walked away, chuckling to himself: "My 'Mixed Flavor Hundred Herb Plaster' is still effective, just wait till you're locked up in Xiao Liu's cell, then you'll be the one suffering."

  "Three years ago, you said your family's chickens and geese had no one to care for them, so I let you go. But now you've run into my territory again. We're too familiar with each other, so this time I'll give you a heads up: you've committed too many crimes, alarming the Ministry of Justice. The higher-ups say they must capture you, regardless of whether you live or die. Do you understand? Small Six has already prepared a cell for you, a single room near the back, with a ready-made bedroll left behind by that female prisoner who hanged herself... If you hear any noise at midnight, don't panic, it's just the female prisoner coming out to catch her breath..."

  Mao Shi San suddenly jumped up, his eyes wide with fear, unable to speak, and only managed to reveal a terrified expression on his face. Min An looked at him and smiled: "Of course, if you were to meet our master's face, first confess the whereabouts of your remaining subordinates, our master would naturally not send you to prison, let alone the 'pre-trial procedures' before entering the cell... Ah, simpler ones include 'wet cloth shirt', pressing you into a water tank to sleep for a night, leaving you with leg and waist pain; lighter ones are 'going up high', hanging you upside down, smearing your nose with paste, guaranteeing you won't recover by the second day...... Do I look like I'm not telling the truth? Let's go."

  Old Man Thirteen's shoulders shook violently, his expression becoming extremely indignant. Min An slightly pulled down the cloth strip on his mouth, and he roared: "Is Grandfather still afraid of your tricks, you little rascals? Ah! You little scoundrel, seeing a pit without warning Grandfather, and even taking Grandfather's rope to the edge of the hole..."

  Mao Thirteen fell to the bottom of the hunting pit, face up and yelling non-stop. Fei Yi walked over with a cold face and took a look, Min An made a throat-slitting gesture, and Mao Thirteen immediately stopped making noise, no longer shouting or calling out.

  Mao Shi San struggled to climb out of the pit, and Min An helped him tie up his bandages. He didn't resist. Min An said: "Have you learned your lesson? Not everyone is as easy-going as me, following you around."

  Mao Shi San listened to Min An's words and suddenly became angry, staring at him. Min An smiled and said: "What? Did I say something wrong? If I did, you can point it out." He was busy observing Mao Shi San's movements, turning his head to talk to Mao Shi San, but unexpectedly took a step forward and bumped into the back of Fei Yi's clothes with his nose.

  Min An rubbed his nose: "Why aren't you leaving?"

  Fei Yi stood still: "Are you done talking?"

  Min An stroked his red nose with a sly smile, vaguely sensing Fei Yi's intentions. Fei Yi pointed to Min An's mouth, and Min An understood, obediently taking out a handkerchief that some girl had secretly stuffed into his pocket, using it to cover his own mouth.

  After daybreak, Fei Yi was the first to walk back to the county government office, with not a speck of dust on his sleeves. He brushed off the dew from his shoulders and walked calmly towards his own courtyard, where he went to sleep peacefully. A moment later, Min An led Mao Shi San into the county government office by a rope, although they could no longer see Fei Yi, that great villain, they still covered their mouths and lined up under the eaves of the house, waiting for Bi Xi to get out of bed and deal with the case.

  Xiao Liu, who was in charge of striking the watch drum, failed to do his job properly again this morning. The whole yamen was awakened by a shrill cry from Hua Cuilian. "You've gone out and sprained your foot, where's your hemp shirt? Where's the other half? In your mouth? You dare to run away? Come back here!"

  Min Xiao Xiang Gong is very lonely when speaking alone! Calling on everyone's messages, scoring 0 is fine, just chat with her a bit more (*^__^*)

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