Chapter 640 The Embroiderer’s Dream and...Nightmare [Please vote for me!]

The quiet night gives people unlimited imagination.

But even with unlimited imagination, one cannot imagine how rich and wonderful things are hidden under this dark night.

It contains such a profound and profound meaning that goes back thousands of times.

How many tossing and turning touching stories can happen in one night.

For Zhao Qingxiu, Yunmeng Jianze's original virgin, tonight is her most unforgettable night in these years.

Even more unforgettable than the last night when I lost my virginity at Donglin Temple in Longcheng County.

Because Tanlang is awake.

It was the same dark night, soft couch, white walls, and her pink face.

But Zhao Qingxiu was aware of his strong presence all the time.

Tanlang is here!

Even if he was torturing her in an extremely embarrassing way.

There is no sign of letting up in fatigue.

But there is a strong vitality that bursts out from it.

Like an erupting volcano, the boiling magma quietly submerges every inch of the body.

The two of them were as hot as fire.

It seems to be burning the night.

The strong vitality brewed in it is in sharp contrast to Zhao Qingxiu's quiet and indifferent spiritual life for many years!

Men and women.

It is essentially dry wood and blazing fire.

When God created them,

It seems to be burning just for this moment.

Family, country, world, Zhou rites, ethics, female principles...all the human order are brewed in this ball of fire between men and women!

Even the saint cannot suppress this fire.

They were meant to burn hot.

Even if it's just a moment, for the idiot Zhao Qingxiu, it can be remembered for many, many years.

Zhao Qingxiu even felt that even if she left now and had to leave due to irresistible force, this night would be enough for her to savor for the rest of her life and make her happy for a long, long time.

Zhao Qingxiu could not forget Ouyang Rong even more.

In this world, he is the only one who can make her care like this, without any reservation.

At a certain moment, with her whole body flushed and her bones aching, she bit Tanlang's shoulder.

She suddenly remembered what a certain senior sister said.

"Little junior sister, instead of standing on the cliff for a thousand years, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover one night."

Zhao Qingxiu cried.

The bite was also harder.

Ouyang Rong patted her back as gently as possible.

"What's wrong..." whispered.

She just cried quietly and didn't respond.

Ouyang Rong didn't dare to move.

Until Zhao Qingxiu, who buried her little face and nibbled on his shoulder, moaned for a while, twisted a bit as if she was angry and resentful, and then, as if adjusting her posture, she accidentally arched her head.

After receiving the instruction, the flame continued to burn.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't dare to bite him too hard, but just put her teeth on it and tasted his salty sweat.

She wandered again, opened her mouth slightly, and hid her voice on his shoulder.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Zhao Qingxiu's voice was a little hoarse.

Her voice was actually kept as low as possible.

But some "Woo" sounds leaked out from the gaps between the white teeth and pink lips, like rice exposed from a sandbag, forming a trickle and encouraging him.

Zhao Qingxiu was still a little thirsty, but Tanlang gave her a drink.

She never knew that this product could also quench thirst. It turned out that the words in the book about making people salivate were true.

Zhao Qingxiu is obsessed with it.

He bit him hard again.

…

It's approaching dawn and the sky will be bright.

The sound of insects gradually began to chirp in the yard.

The back room had been noisy all night and had quieted down.

I don’t know when it started and then stopped.

Ouyang Rong turned over and glanced at the little face of Xiu Niang sleeping peacefully on the pillow beside him.

This little face is haggard with tear stains, but its complexion is uniquely radiant, seeming to be tired yet happy and satisfied.

Maybe I'm having a sweet dream.

In other words, the old dream has ended and a new dream is beginning.

Zhao Qingxiu slept soundly and deeply.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

After finishing his round not long ago, he got up thoughtfully, took the initiative to tidy up, let the embroiderer who had gone through two rounds have a good rest on the couch, and helped the embroiderer gently wipe it. After simply dressing, Ouyang Rong deliberately dressed himself neatly,

He lay down next to her undressed, closed their eyes together, and rested for a while.

Ouyang Rong did not dare to fall asleep like Xiu Niang. His affairs tonight were not over yet...

On the messy couch, Ouyang Rong carefully removed the beauty's lotus arm from his belly and turned over to get out of bed.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a crumpled azure ribbon on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and put it in his arms.

He walked over again and put the ice-white jade hairpin under the pillow so that the embroiderer could touch it when she woke up.

Ouyang Rong left the main room quietly.

When passing by the corridor, I turned around and glanced at the west wing.

There was silence in the west wing room.

She probably didn't wake up because the embroiderer was thin-skinned and her voice was quite low.

And it's just dawn now. According to Xiu Niang, the Fang family sisters usually get up very late and have to get up one after another in the morning to go out... What a young lady's routine.

Ouyang Rong took a long breath.

He turned around and left the quiet courtyard.

Not far from the yard, under the shade of a tree, a carriage parked quietly.

When Ouyang Rong approached, he took a look.

Ali wore a felt hat and leaned against the door frame of the carriage, lowering his head and dozing off.

Because he was hiding his energy, Ali did not notice his approach.

Ouyang Rong didn't call Ali and went straight into the car.

Not long after, the Confucian shirt made by the embroiderer was replaced, and he changed into a new black suit, and took out a piano case, a bronze mask, a wine gourd and a pack of handkerchiefs.

Ouyang Rong got off the bus carrying four things.

I accidentally made some noise.

"Mr..gongzi?"

Ali woke up in a daze. He looked alert at first, but then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong held Ali's shoulder as he was about to stand up, and whispered:

"No need to follow me, you wait here."

Holding the piano case in his arms, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of Chengtian Temple, and calmly gave instructions:
To be continued...