The Gallant and the Governor Ximen Qing

  Pan Jinlian

  This name is well-known to every household, and as soon as it's mentioned, people immediately associate Pan Jinlian with a certain group of people, just like how Qin Hui represents traitors and Chen Shimei represents heartless people.

  Whore!

  Pan Jinlian's corresponding adulterer is Ximen Qing! That is, the body he currently occupies!

  Wang Tianxing touched his head in a daze, as if the fork had knocked him out with a concussion. He muttered to himself: "Ximen Qing... I've become Ximen Qing..."

  For a modern person, all the knowledge Wang Tianxing had received since childhood told him that this was unscientific, but it was a fact that happened to himself. Despite being entangled in all sorts of contradictions, Wang Tianxing could not help but admit that he had now become Ximen Qing.

  The three words "Ximen Qing" seemed like a catalyst, and memories belonging to Ximen Qing rushed out from the corners, entwining with his own memories as a medical student. Suddenly, Wang Tianxing felt like his brain was boiling over, and he became dizzy and nauseous, his face turning deathly pale.

  "Yes, you are Ximen Dafu." A bystander heard the name muttered by Ximen Qing and responded with a questioning tone.

  "Ah!" Wang Tianxing let out a miserable cry, as if he had seen some guy running out of nowhere, pulling out a steel knife and pointing it at his nose, cursing loudly: "You, Wu Song, Ximen Qing, you lecherous brother-killing dog thief, don't you dare to surrender!"

  The gleaming steel knife with a cold light was in the hand of that tiger-fighting hero, and with one turn, it was thrust into his own chest!

  As if subconsciously trying to avoid the non-existent steel knife, Wang Tianxing stumbled backward two steps, and the two idle bystanders jumped in surprise, hastily holding Ximen Qing up: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

  "It's all right, sir!"

  Pan Jinlian watched clearly from the second floor, and didn't expect that her one sentence of apology would make this big official suffer an internal injury, looking at herself with two eyes, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly shouted to the next room: "Mother-in-law! Mother-in-law come out quickly! Something's happened!" while rushing down the stairs.

  "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Along with a somewhat hoarse voice responding, an old woman with white hair rushed out of the neighboring teahouse in three strides, almost colliding with Pan Jinlian who was rushing down the stairs at the same time.

  "Granny Wang, I accidentally dropped the fork and hit that official on the head. I just apologized to him upstairs, but suddenly his face turned pale, I don't know if it's serious or not?" Pan Jinlian said to Granny Wang with a mixture of confusion and anxiety, pointing with her hand.

  Wang Po had heard some noise earlier, but thought it was just some hooligans fighting on the street and didn't bother to come out and check. Who knew there would be such a commotion? She comforted Pan Jinlian by saying: "Sixth Lady, don't worry, let me take a look first!"

  "Take a look? This has beaten people to this extent, it's almost taken lives, and you're still saying take a look? One of the onlookers felt that Wang Tianxing's body was soft and weak, and hastily used force to support him: "Look at this pale face, he can barely stand, hurry up and come over to help hold him up!"

  The old woman heard this and scolded with wide eyes: "It's just a bamboo stick for holding up windows, what can it do? I've lived to this age and never heard of anyone being injured by a falling bamboo stick. Do you think it's a kitchen knife that fell down?"

  As soon as the words fell, Wang's wife took a closer look and recognized that it was Ximen Dajun, the owner of the Kaisheng Medicine Shop. She was also frightened, but she put on an old face, her expression didn't show any abnormal fluctuations. Secretly pulling Pan Jinlian, she whispered: "Sixth lady, you don't recognize him, this is Ximen Qing, a notorious master in Qinghe County!"

  Pan Jinlian had also heard of Ximen's reputation, that he was a notorious villain in Qinghe County, and his connections with the authorities were very close. Even if he killed someone, at most he would just submit a petition to the authorities, and who in Qinghe County dared to provoke him? Today, this one blow from her unexpectedly hit this villain, and it seemed that some trouble had been stirred up. How could she get out of this situation? Should she call for her husband's younger brother, who was the head of the local police, to come back quickly?

  Pan Jinlian bit her lip, thinking to herself. At this time, Wang Po loudly said to the two idle men: "You two idlers, take the person to the tea house next door and let me, an old woman, take a good look."

  "I told you two to come over and help, instead of just moving your lips. Are you taking me for a laborer?" A bystander scolded Wang Po and Pan Jinlian, who were not coming over to assist, but only directing the two men, stamping his foot in anger.

  "Get out of my sight!" Wang Po pointed at the man with her hand and shouted back in a loud voice, "I know you're from the Wang family in the south, and by generation, you should call me grandma! You useless thing is always causing trouble outside, do you want me to go get Old Lady Wang to come and help?"

  That bunch of idle people saw Wang Po bring out his own mother, although he didn't recognize her, but apparently she was a senior who couldn't afford to offend, so he exchanged a glance with his companions and softened his tone: "Oh my Wang Nainai, I'm afraid of you, do we need to speak so loudly? Brother, add some strength, let's help the official into the house."

  This Ximen Qing who has traveled through time now least wants to do is get entangled with Pan Jinlian in any way, let alone live together. But at the moment his brain is a mess, his whole body is soft and weak, he can't exert any strength, wanting to lift his hands but it becomes meaningless gestures, his mouth weakly spits out a few words: "Leave... leave... get out of here..."

  "Alright, alright, great master, let's support you to go inside and take a rest." Those idle people replied. Two of them exerted their strength and supported him towards the neighboring tea house, making Ximen Qing laugh and cry at the same time. In his heart, he scolded that certain god who had nothing better to do than throw himself into this world. He had transmigrated, but why did he have to become a local tyrant or Ximen Qing? What was he supposed to do now? Although his whole body was weak, Wang Tianxing still gave a big middle finger in his heart and cursed that god's mother.

  Wang Po's loud voice suddenly startled the neighbors, one by one came out to see what was happening, even passersby stopped in their tracks and looked over.

  "Isn't this Director Ximen?"

  "What's going on? Has Director Ximen been beaten by someone?"

  "What's going on? Let's go take a look!"

  "Let's go! Let's go see the excitement!"

  When Wang Po directed the two idle men to carry Wang Tianxing into the teahouse and lay him on a reclining chair, in an instant, countless people surged in to watch the commotion, and the small teahouse was packed to capacity.

  Looking at the dozens of people in front of him, even if Wang Tianxing didn't want to admit that he had any dealings with Pan Jinlian, the witnesses in the whole house couldn't be escaped. At that time, Wu Song would directly shout on the street, and someone would come out to testify: "Wu Doutou, I know this matter!"

  Wang Tianxing smiled wryly, half-reclining in his chair. His mind was racing fast as memories from two worlds had almost merged, and his head didn't hurt so much anymore. Maybe he could still write a paper about the intimate feeling of memory fusion? But would he be able to return to his original world? His parents, who had high hopes for him, must be heartbroken now.

  From now on, there is no longer a name called Wang Tianxing in this world. There is only Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian with an apologetic face beside him.

  Since you are here, then make yourself at home. Ximen Qing nodded secretly to himself: "Stay away from Pan Jinlian and continue doing well in this promising career as a local tyrant!"

  The old woman carefully examined Ximen Qing's complexion, instructing Pan Jinlian to fetch a wet towel to place on his forehead. She comforted him with a smile: "Master, it's nothing serious, perhaps you've just been startled and your old illness has flared up again. I have some excellent calming medicine here that I had prepared in advance; drink a bowl of it and rest for a while, and you'll be fine."

  Ximen Qing was suddenly invigorated by the cool, damp handkerchief and tried to sit up with a struggle, but his hands only touched two soft lumps. Pan Jinlian let out a gentle cry and, like a frightened little rabbit, blushed and hid aside.

  Hmm? The elasticity is pretty good! Isn't the elasticity good?

  Looking at Pan Jinlian covering her chest with both hands, breathing rapidly, Ximen Qing immediately realized that what he had touched was indeed Pan Jinlian's soft breasts. Although the feeling was very intoxicating, Ximen Qing's old face turned red, and he reluctantly lay back down, pretending to be weak, fortunately his face was pale earlier, this time it could be considered as recovering to a normal complexion.

  Wang Po watched clearly from the side, and this Ximen official indeed lived up to his reputation as a lustful ghost. Just now he was like a dead man, unable to move, but when Pan Jinlian came over, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch her twice, taking advantage of the situation.

  Someone on the side whispered: "Isn't this Western Gate official the one who just flogged a medicine peddler to death in the street? How can he be startled by just one blow from a stick? This doesn't add up."

  "Hey, don't you get it? He's letting her off easy on purpose! Didn't you see Ximen just took the opportunity to cop a feel of Pan Jinlian's chest? Look at her face, it's suddenly flushed with excitement."

  "Wow, I've learned something new. This official's methods are indeed extraordinary, always beyond the expectations of us common folk. What a great move! This time, Wu Dalang's hat has been made even greener."

  "Let me touch that little girl's soft breasts, I'd die happy!"

  Everyone was talking while looking at Ximen Qing with a mixture of envy and disdain, making Ximen Qing's scalp feel numb. He knew that his reputation as a lecher had been confirmed by the crowd, but for now, he just wanted to get away quickly. He coughed twice and called out: "Someone come! Help me up."

  He called out two or three times in a row, but didn't see anyone. It turned out that the two idle men had slipped away at some point and left Ximen Qing alone here.

  The old woman came forward with a smile and said, "Your Honor, don't worry, just lie down for a while and let me heat up the Anshen soup. This Anshen soup is a prescription brought out by Dr. Wu from the palace, and its effect is better when it's hot." She then turned her face to Pan Jinlian and said, "Sixth Lady, you come and help too." Pulling along the blushing Pan Jinlian, she was about to go to the back.

  At this time, a young man with a basket squeezed in at the door, looking like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a white face and could be considered handsome. After squeezing through the crowd, he arrived in front of the reclining chair, put down his basket, bowed his head first, and exclaimed: "Sir, what's going on? I heard about your heroic deed in the street and wanted to bring this basket of snow pears to you, but I was late and didn't expect you to come to Wang Po's teahouse instead. You're making it hard for me to find you!"