"Embroidery lady?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly looked back and shouted softly.

"Whoosh——!"

At this time, another firework shot up into the sky in the direction of the celebration restaurant on the other side of Xingzi Lake.

"Crack-!"

The night is like a black canvas, from which a bright spark blooms.

The colorful light of the fireworks briefly lit up the quiet courtyard.

Ouyang Rong saw the embroiderer's thin and frail figure, standing by the pillar at the door of the main room, holding on to the pillar with one hand, and raising the other hand to move forward.

A small face covered with a sky-blue ribbon turned towards the direction of Ouyang Rong's voice.

"Ahhh."

She immediately walked down the corridor and groped forward with both hands, her steps clumsy but happy.

"It's already midnight, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Ouyang Rong scolded her slightly, trying to keep his voice low. He was afraid of disturbing the Fang sisters, so he immediately walked forward to greet her.

He looked a little helpless.

Originally I just wanted to come quietly, put down the candied fruit and leave.

The result is good, but don't wake everyone up, that would be embarrassing.

Moreover, I don't know if it is Ouyang Rong's illusion, but I always feel that Xiu Niang is silent sometimes, just like a transparent person.

By the way, do you Yue girls always walk so quietly...Have you practiced some special Qi refining technique of Yunmeng Jianze?

The embroiderer has a quiet temperament, and her breathing is inaudible when she sleeps. Her footsteps are more like stepping on cotton balls, leaving no trace of the geese passing by.

So small and transparent, no sense of existence.

Fortunately, she now likes to wear that ice-white jade hairpin, and the sound the pendant makes marks her in disguise.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but wonder, even if the embroiderer has not returned for a long time, are all the arrogant ladies in Yunmeng Jianze unable to remember her and forget that there is such a Yue girl in Jianze?

Laughing to death, what kind of physical invisibility...

When Ouyang Rong came back to his senses, he saw Xiu Niang raising her hands, groping for the front, trotting towards him regardless, her mouth wide open, and she made a happy sound: "Yeah..."

"Be careful, don't fall." He said worriedly.

There was darkness in front of Zhao Qingxiu's eyes. He was obviously a delicate person who always walked and did things carefully. But when he saw Ouyang Rong, he seemed to be completely relieved. He was not afraid of tripping or falling, or encountering other dangerous injuries.

I just want to touch him.

Ouyang Rong quickly caught his child bride.

The little hand that stretched forward caught one of Ouyang Rong's thick arms, and Zhao Qingxiu seemed to be relieved.

"Xiu Niang, did I wake you up? I have a dinner party that I need to socialize with in the evening, and I can't come over to eat. Didn't I let Thirteenth Niang inform you? Why did you leave food for me..."

Being subconsciously protected by Ouyang Rong, Zhao Qingxiu raised a small face in his warm embrace with a smile on her lips.

She groped with her two little hands all the way up his waist, belly, and chest, and finally reached his face.

She seemed to be very interested in the clothes Tanlang wore today, the breathing from his mouth and nose, the smell of his body, and his steady and strong heartbeat, etc., and wanted to remember them.

Ouyang Rongduo glanced at the west wing room where the Fang sisters slept. There was no movement, so they must have been fast asleep.

Also, the second girl's sleep quality is obviously better than that of Xiu Niang, who sleeps lightly and dreams more.

Especially Fang Nuxia, she should eat, drink, and sleep. The last time Ouyang Rong saw her taking a lunch break, she was sitting on a stone bench, hugging her chest and lowering her head, closing her eyes for almost three seconds and falling asleep. He even gave him a shot

She snored slightly, causing her sister Fang Fang to raise her sleeves and her face turned red with embarrassment...

Before Ouyang Rong could blame himself for disturbing Xiu Niang, he suddenly felt his palm being grasped by Xiu Niang's two small hands.

She had already retracted the hand that was groping Ouyang Rong's body, lowered her head and wrote carefully in the palm of his hand:

【Did Tanlang drink?】

Ouyang Rong frowned and felt the embroiderer's finger drawing a strange circle between the words "drink" and "die".

"What do you mean by drawing a circle?" he asked curiously.

When Zhao Qingxiu heard this, her little head lowered a little, and Ouyang Rong felt her little hand grasping his palm a little tighter:

[I can’t write that word]

Ouyang Rong:......

"Did you mean bar?" he asked tentatively.

Ouyang Rong clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, preparing to raise his head and make a drinking gesture. When he realized that Xiu Niang couldn't see him, he pinched the tip of Xiu Niang's nose instead and asked softly with a smile:

"Did Xiu Niang smell the smell of alcohol?"

"Uh huh huh!"

Zhao Qingxiu's eyebrows opened and she laughed happily.

Ouyang Rong wanted to pull off the ribbon that blindfolded her and take a closer look at her beautiful smile, but he held back.

It's late at night, what are you looking at? Don't chew on it again...

"I'll teach you."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said.

Without waiting for Zhao Qingxiu's reaction, he grabbed her little hand and started writing on the palm of her hand.

The word "wine".

I wrote it three times, stopped, and stretched out my palm to signal to her.

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head, and slowly wrote down the words in his palm, one stroke at a time.

[Wine, wine, wine]

Write three characters in succession, silky and smooth.

Ouyang Rong had a straight face and nodded seriously:

"In the future, if you don't know a word, the embroiderer can ask me. I'm not allowed to draw circles every day. I thought before that you drew circles because you were unhappy and didn't want to talk."

"Hey."

Zhao Qingxiu happily hugged Ouyang Rong's waist with both hands and pressed her face against his chest, as if to coax him not to be angry.

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and then he hugged her small waist.

The atmosphere between the two of them gradually became quiet.

Before the ambiguity brewed in the atmosphere, Zhao Qingxiu seemed to remember something, gently pushed Ouyang Rong away, and quickly arranged the cold food on the table.

"How many times has Xiu Niang heated up the food?" Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Qingxiu turned her back to him, shook her head, and kept moving her hands and feet.

"Actually, I'm not very hungry..." Ouyang Rong paused when he said this, and took a second look at the back of Xiu Niang, who was shaking her little head.

"Long Ling - Long Ling -" even the ice-white jade hairpin pendant on her temples kept ringing.

She seemed to enjoy doing laundry, cooking and warming dishes for him, never tired of it, and was very happy.

Ouyang Rong saw this and couldn't bear to disturb her fun.

Then you can only suffer from this pain.

Ouyang touched his belly with a sigh on his face.

I was careless tonight. From now on when I come to Xiu Niang's courtyard, I will never, never eat too much.

Because he never knows what delicious food Xiu Niang will prepare for him.

Ouyang Rong sat down at the table, rubbed his face, and waited silently for the virtuous Xiu Niang to clear away the food on the table.

"It's some preserves."

He suddenly spoke.

Because he saw the embroiderer's palm touching the candied fruit bundle, she was tilting her head slightly, her little face was a little curious, and he smiled and said:

"I was patrolling the streets with my colleagues at night, and an old lady from a family gave it to me. The embroiderer can take one and try it. It's sour first and then sweet."

"Yeah."

Ouyang Rong took the package of candied fruits into his arms, took out one, twisted it between his two fingers, and brought it to the embroiderer's lips.

Start feeding in reverse.

Zhao Qingxiu bit the candied fruit with her teeth, lowered her head shyly, and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears with her little finger.

Ouyang Rong smiled and didn't bother her to clear the table.

The two of them spoke and moved lightly throughout the process, and occasionally glanced at the west wing where the Fang sisters slept.
To be continued...