El viaje de un mendigo alrededor del mundo

Capítulo 75

This is blatant shamelessness, and the scholar can't do anything about it. Judging from his wife's fierce expression, it's easy to guess that this little rascal is someone only she can bully; no one else can. Thinking about it another way, clinging to his leg is actually better than him clinging to his wife.

"If the Silver Scholar challenges any one of us to a duel, we will leave him alone!"

Before we knew it, the argument had somehow veered back to this topic.

"I am—"

The scholar had barely begun to speak when Fan Qingbo interrupted him, "You think we can just decide to compete like that? Are we supposed to thank the emperor for not bothering us anymore? Stop acting like a princess! Do you think everyone in the world is a pushover and everyone has to indulge you? My husband has said so many times that he's crippled himself and retired from the martial world. Would it kill you to let him live a peaceful life with me? Would it kill you?"

“Young lady, you clearly agreed to let Scholar Yin compete with us before, so why…”

The man who spoke was the same burly man who had met Fan Qingbo once before in the back mountain.

Upon hearing this, even the scholar became curious. He clearly remembered the time at the back mountain when his wife was kidnapped; she had only asked for his own safety and said she would let him die if he wanted. This time, her attitude had changed drastically. Could it be...?

Fan Qingbo rolled her eyes. "Nonsense! I used to say he was my neighbor's kid's tutor, but now he's my man. How can it be the same? I say no, and that's final!"

These words were spoken with resounding force, and everyone felt an aura of dominance wash over them. In particular, the phrase "my man" made the scholar feel pleased, his eyes lit up, his cheeks flushed, and his heart pounded with excitement. He was almost ready to pounce on her, hug her leg, and bark like Fan Bingbing.

The others present disagreed, saying, "Scholar Yin, are you just going to let your woman climb all over you?!"

Fan Qingbo snorted coldly, waved his hand, and instructed the scholar, "Tell them our family rules!"

The scholar smiled and said, "In the family, for important matters, the husband should obey; for minor matters, the wife should obey. And what is the distinction between important and minor matters? The wife should obey." This family rule, which he had always considered absurd, now sounded quite agreeable to him.

Everyone looked at Fan Qingbo and Fan Bing, both with expressions of utter self-righteousness, and then at the scholar Yin's seemingly proud but actually ashamed expression. They were utterly shocked and speechless for a long time. "You, you guys..."

Fan Qingbo was satisfied and clapped her hands. "You all heard that. I'm the one who calls the shots at home. Anyone who wants to challenge my husband to a duel or bully my wife when she's having an episode will have to ask me first. If any of you heroes are interested in fighting a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken, I'm ready to oblige anytime!" After spending the last few days with her, she realized that these people weren't really looking for the scholar to prove their skills, but rather to witness his martial arts and pursue a higher level of martial arts.

This kind of person probably belongs to a martial arts fanatic. Martial arts fanatics are often more pedantic and have their own set of principles than ordinary people in the martial arts world. Therefore, Fan Qingbo was certain that these people would not bother to make things difficult for her, a weak woman.

As expected, upon hearing this, although the group of people were all unwilling and angrily cursed, "The scholar actually married a wicked woman," no one pressed any further.

Seeing this, Fan Qingbo smiled, suppressed her arrogance, and gave a slight bow to everyone in a standard ladylike manner. "Then, I will not disturb you heroes' martial arts practice any longer. Husband, I'm having an attack of illness, let's go home for dinner."

She turned around, smiling as she approached the scholar, only to see a look of terror on his face. Just as she was about to ask him what was wrong, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and everything went black...

49. The scholar is mad, Fan Bing is wild...

When the scholar saw Fan Qingbo turn around after reprimanding everyone, her face pale and bloodless, he was greatly alarmed. He immediately rushed over, caught her as she suddenly fainted, and hurriedly carried her into the house and laid her flat.

Fan Bing was also frightened and turned pale. He quickly put two fingers together on her right wrist.

"How is it? Is he poisoned?" the scholar asked anxiously.

Fan Bing shook his head, breaking out in a cold sweat. He looked up at the scholar in a panic, "It's not poison, and there's no injury. I've never seen this pulse before."

The scholar didn't believe him, slapped Fan Bing's hand away, and examined the pulse himself. For the first time, Fan Bing didn't care about being outdone by the scholar, and wholeheartedly hoped that he could see the pulse he hadn't seen. But when he raised his head, he also had a solemn expression, and his eyes were filled with a thick black mist.

"How is she? Is Madam Shu alright?" The martial arts practitioners who had witnessed the incident gathered around and asked with concern.

Fan Bing was anxious and immediately started cursing: "Stop crocodile tears! It's all your fault! If anything happens to my master, I'll kill your parents, rape your wife and daughters, and dig up your entire family's ancestral graves! What are you all standing there for? The one with the best lightness skill, go and fetch a doctor!!"

Knowing he was anxious, the crowd didn't mind his choice of words, and a master known for his skill in treading snow without leaving a trace also left.

The scholar's chaotic mind calmed down a little. He took out a porcelain bottle from his robes, poured out a heart-protecting pill, and fed it to Fan Qingbo. Seeing that she could still swallow and her breathing was steady, the dark mist in her eyes finally began to dissipate. Being older, he was much calmer and more civilized than Fan Bing. "Shouheng, don't do this. You're still young. It's wrong to commit adultery with other people's wives and daughters."

Hey! Does this mean it's right to commit adultery when you grow up? Wait, if committing adultery is wrong, then is it right to kill your parents and desecrate your ancestors' graves? Isn't the Silver Scholar supposed to be the most benevolent person in the world? Is this blind, biased, and biased guy possessed?

While everyone mourned the fall of a wise man, they couldn't help but speculate that he had been corrupted by that wicked woman. Alas, no wonder the ancients said that one should marry a virtuous wife. Just look at this example; marrying a wicked woman could ruin one's reputation for a lifetime.

"ah--"

Amidst a series of exclamations, Ta Xue Wu Hen returned, carrying a doctor in each hand.

"Why did you find two?" everyone asked.

"Just in case." He didn't want to admit that he was intimidated by the wolfish eyes of the two scholars, Fan Bing and Fan Bing, fearing that if one couldn't diagnose the illness, they would blame him. If neither of them could diagnose it, then it wasn't his problem. He only had two hands; he couldn't expect him to have another one in his mouth, could he?

The two doctors, still shaken, were shouting after landing, "Kidnapping! Murder! Help!"

"Shut up!" Fan Bing grabbed one of them with each hand and dragged them in front of Fan Qingbo. "Let's see a doctor!"

The poor doctor finally realized it wasn't a kidnapping, just a house call. He took a few deep breaths, wiped the sweat from his brow, and calmed himself before asking, "Is this the patient?"

Fan Bing glared, "You still need to ask about something so obvious? Quack doctor! Throw him out! Next!"

So the poor Doctor No. 1's heart, which had just settled down, began to churn with fear again.

The poor Doctor Number Two watched helplessly as Doctor Number One disappeared before his eyes, breaking out in a cold sweat. Trembling, he stepped forward and, having learned his lesson, asked instead, "How is the patient?"

Fan Bing glared again, "If we knew what to do, would we need to come to you? Quack! Throw him out! Next!"

Ta Xue Wu Hen's lips twitched as he said, "There won't be another one." It seems he needs to practice his skill of carrying people in his mouth.

Fortunately, the scholar was still conscious and reported the symptoms to the doctor: "My wife suddenly fainted with a pale face. She was not poisoned or injured. Her breathing is normal. However, a cup of tea has passed and she has not yet woken up."

The doctor finally caught his breath; at least there was someone who could understand human speech. He stepped forward to examine Fan Qingbo and saw that color was gradually returning to his face. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the problem shouldn't be too serious, otherwise Fan Qingbo probably wouldn't have made it out of the courtyard today. He then squatted down, paused, and said, "Uh, young master, I need to take his pulse."

The scholar nodded in acknowledgment, "Please."

Another bead of cold sweat rolled down the doctor's back. He was wrong; this wasn't a normal person either. "Young master, your hand."

The scholar then realized that he was gripping Fan Qingbo's wrist, making it impossible for the doctor to do anything. He quickly let go and added, "Be gentle."

The doctor rolled his eyes inwardly. How heavy is taking a pulse? Can it be heavier than a tightly clenched fist? Silently, he reached out and finally took the pulse. Hmm, this pulse… After confirming it several times, he withdrew his hand, looked up, and said, “This lady’s pulse…”