Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

With a lash of the whip, Meng Weimin didn't even feel the pain before staring blankly as Qian Desheng, who was usually gentle, turned cold.

His mind went blank instantly.

It wasn't until he saw Qian Desheng regain his familiar smile, coupled with the increasingly intense pain in his waist, that he came back to his senses.

He loudly and angrily questioned, "You dare hit me?"

"Pa!" Another fierce lash of the whip struck his waist, and Qian Desheng said coldly, "A refined gentleman should not raise his voice."

"You!" Meng Weimin dared to be angry but dared not speak, staring fixedly at Qian Desheng.

Having spent this time together, Qian Desheng had always acted as a subordinate, never expecting that once outside the training ground, he would actually dare to hit him!

"Pa!"

Wu Sheng also silently drew out a small whip and lashed it fiercely at him.

"Don't glare, control your expression."

"What exactly is going on with you two! Could it be that just because Lord Fang isn't here, you dare to hit me! Ah, damn it!"

Pa! Pa! Wu Sheng and Qian Desheng struck simultaneously, two whips landing on Meng Weimin's waist, left and right.

Qian Desheng said coldly, "This is all Lord Fang's arrangement. How dare you disobey?"

Originally filled with anger and emboldened, Meng Weimin immediately retreated and hastily adjusted his expression.

His heart was already ablaze with anger, but he forced a shallow smile onto his face: "May I ask... is this truly Lord Fang's request?"

"Of course. He is currently out on business and doesn't need to be at the training ground. Lord Fang also said that the training is a bit strict, and he asks for your understanding. When you see the gift he sent you tonight, you won't have any resentment in your heart."

Since it was Lord Fang's arrangement, then there was nothing to say.

It seemed that those comfortable days before were gone forever.

Fortunately, there was still a gift to compensate for his wounded heart.

Meng Weimin sighed softly and bowed respectfully, saying, "Thank you both for your guidance."

Qian and Wu exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile in their eyes as they both nodded.

"A private office has been arranged for you within the Guardhouse. This is Lord Fang's special treatment for you. Today, what you need to do is practice calligraphy, and you have ten days to reach the level of a calligraphy master!" Wu Sheng said.

"What!" "Pa!"

"How can I become a calligraphy master in just ten short days?" Meng Weimin stroked his waist, tears almost falling down.

Wu Sheng continued, "It's simple, just practice writing your name. Three characters shouldn't be too difficult. We'll make up for the rest later."

"You are still in the probationary period, and you must not slack off. Otherwise, Lord Fang will look for someone new. You are not the only choice."

Meng Weimin swallowed his saliva and nodded, saying, "Then I will do everything according to Lord Fang's instructions. I will do my best!"

......

On his first day on duty, Meng Weimin regretted it.

He was beaten no less than ten times in a single day!

He was beaten for saying the wrong thing, beaten for making too much noise while drinking water, and beaten for having bad table manners.

The most outrageous thing was that he couldn't help but fart in the middle and was still beaten!

When he tried to reason with them, trying to prove that even gentlemen have to fart, he received another lash of the whip!

All day long, he was either writing or being beaten. Everyone else had already started going out on official business, but he was suffering in his isolated office.

Fortunately... he still managed to get through this first day.

The unknown generous gift from Fang Zheng was constantly motivating him to grit his teeth and persevere.

When it was time to leave work, Meng Weimin and the other two walked out of the Guardhouse, only to see three horses tied up outside, one of which was a snow-white steed.

This horse had a broad chest and well-proportioned hindquarters, and its eyes were bright and spirited! Comparable to the Zhongtai of horses, it instantly captured Meng Weimin's gaze.

Qian Desheng slowly walked to the front of the horse and said with a smile, "You've worked hard today. This is the first gift Lord Fang sent you, a fine steed!"

Sent to me? The first gift is so valuable!

Meng Weimin suppressed his excitement and walked to the horse's side, gently stroking its neck, a look of serenity on his face, not daring to show a trace of excitement.

"Pa!"

"Why did you hit me again!" "Pa!"

Qian Desheng sneered, "Lord Fang gave you a gift and you don't even smile, who are you showing that face to? So rude, not the behavior of a gentleman!"

"...."

Meng Weimin forced a smile, but soon the forced smile became genuine.

Such a precious horse was something he definitely couldn't afford before joining the Embroidered Uniform Guard!

Thinking of this, Meng Weimin jumped onto the horse and exclaimed, "A fine horse!"

"It's good that you like it. There's a second gift, come with us." Wu Sheng said, then also mounted his horse and led the way.

"I wonder what the second gift is?" Meng Weimin asked curiously.

"Don't ask too much, you'll know when we get there."

Along the way, the three rode their horses slowly forward, and unsurprisingly, Meng Weimin received two more lashes of the whip.

The reason was that he looked at the young ladies on the street... not in line with the way of a gentleman.

Although he was beaten, the thought of the gift kept his spirits up.

Without the two saying much, Meng Weimin had already vaguely guessed what it was.

Now that his wife and children were gone, and he couldn't even go home, what else could it be?

It was naturally a new home! The horse was a precious horse, so the house must be a mansion!

Carved beams and painted rafters, servants like clouds, countless beautiful scenes repeatedly flashed through Meng Weimin's mind.

However... the beautiful scenes didn't last long.

The three continued to walk, walking for a long time, the surrounding buildings becoming more dilapidated, and the population becoming sparser.

Seeing that they had already entered the slums, Meng Weimin finally couldn't help but ask, "Where exactly are we going?"

"We're here." Qian Desheng and the other two suddenly reined in their horses, stopping in front of a thatched hut.

A large red flower was hung on the thatched hut.

Meng Weimin's eyes stared straight at the dilapidated thatched hut, and the unease in his heart surged up again.

Qian Desheng pointed to the dilapidated thatched hut and said, "This is the second gift Lord Fang sent you, a house! Do you like it?"

A thatched hut? A fine steed and a thatched hut, do they even match!

"Li... li... like." Meng Weimin said dejectedly.

Seeing him like this, Qian Desheng explained with a smile, "Are you very disappointed? But don't worry."

"Lord Fang is a well-known incorruptible official, how could he spend a lot of money to buy you a mansion? Even if he could barely afford it, would you still be considered a gentleman if you accepted it? When you climb higher in the future, you will have better things."

Meng Weimin nodded, feeling a lot of comfort in his heart.

A thatched hut is fine, so as not to be said to be corrupt and accept bribes in the future, leaving a handle for others to grab.

"But don't be too discouraged, there is still a third gift. Brothers, come out!" Qian Desheng added.

A third gift?! Hope was rekindled in Meng Weimin's eyes!

However, the hope in his eyes quickly turned into panic. A dozen burly men suddenly emerged from the thatched hut!

The leader was none other than Zhou Tie, the usual instructor!

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhou Tie laughed loudly and strode to Meng Weimin's side.

"He's here! He's here! We've been waiting for you for a long time. The bride is getting anxious, hurry in!"

"Bri... bride?" Meng Weimin looked bewildered.

"Lord Fang helped you choose a beautiful bride. You just got rid of one and now you have a new one. You should be secretly happy. Come with me!"

With that, Zhou Tie pulled Meng Weimin down and dragged him into the thatched hut.

The inside of the thatched hut was already a sea of red, clearly decorated as a wedding chamber.

In front of the offering table, a slightly plump woman, wearing a red veil, stood somewhat cowering.

The offering table held four spirit tablets, filled with items such as candles and fruit.

Meng Weimin's eyes quickly scanned the woman's entire body, and he felt a little relieved.

The spirit tablets must have been deliberately set up for a fake identity.

This girl isn't thin... her family's conditions shouldn't be bad! It's just that it's a bit too hasty. I wonder whose virgin daughter she is.

Zhou Tie said loudly: "Ruyun! This is the husband that the master specially chose for you. He'll definitely satisfy you. I'll ask you one more time, are you willing to marry him?"

Under the red veil, Ruyun smiled shyly: "This servant is willing."

"Then Meng Weimin, are you willing to marry her?"

"I... I... am willing." Meng Weimin took a deep breath, his eyes wandering over Ruyun, wanting to penetrate the veil with his gaze to see her true appearance.

Zhou Tie clapped his hands loudly: "Good! Send them to the bridal chamber!"

"What!"

"Pa!"