Ouyang Rong muttered:

"How long has Xiu Niang been dreaming about this dream?"

【A long, long time】

"Did you have it when you were a kid?" he asked softly.

【Can't remember】

Ouyang Rong walked over and returned with a clean azure ribbon, covering her dull eyes that were red from crying.

He sat down behind Zhao Qingxiu, looked at her silky black hair draped over her shoulders, lowered his head to smooth it for her, and asked in a low voice with an unclear expression:

"Then, is there anyone around you who has similar dreams, such as your family members?"

Zhao Qingxiu turned her head, seemed to "look" at him, and wrote on his leg resting on the edge of the bed:

【have】

Ouyang Rong was quiet for a while, tied the knot of the ribbon behind her head, turned it to the front, took off her shoes and got on the couch, and sat down cross-legged in front of Zhao Qingxiu.

He held her lovely tear-stained face with both hands and analyzed it rationally:

"It's just a dream. The more you hide it in your heart, the more afraid you become. This evil dragon is, in a sense, a collection of all the fearful things in Xiu Niang's heart, or evil thoughts. Of course it can't kill it, because there are also things under the sun.

In the corners that cannot be illuminated, light and darkness, good and evil go hand in hand, and so does the human heart.

"Instead of being afraid of it, the embroiderer should accept it generously. Next time you dream about it, be bold and take a good look at it, but keep in mind that it is just a dream. It cannot really eat you, and you can't even pick up a stone and throw it in."

, let’s see which unlucky dragon’s cerebellum is hit.

"After you wake up from the dream, Xiu Niang can also tell me and I will help you analyze it. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

When Zhao Qingxiu heard Ouyang Rong say, "Pick up a rock and throw it in," her little face, which had been listening so intently, couldn't help laughing. She stopped smiling again, tilted her head and wrote:

[Does Tanlang not believe that there are giant dragons in the world? Didn’t you hear the nursery rhyme about giant dragons hiding in deep water when you were a child? 】

"The letter may have existed in the past, such as in the pre-Qin period, but now, I can only say that it is not enough to read."

Ouyang Rong smiled solemnly:

"Because there are things worse than evil dragons in this world. We are not even afraid of this. What kind of evil dragon are we afraid of? If it was really capable, would it be extinct by now?"

On the couch, he sat cross-legged and whispered:

"There is a saying that once you have mastered swordsmanship, you can kill the dragon wherever there is one."

Zhao Qingxiu's small face was stunned, and it took a long time before she finished the words.

[Tanlang has great courage]

Ouyang Rong looked a little dull.

The understatement made Zhao Qingxiu frown and listen carefully:

"The main reason is that I trained once in Longcheng, and I have experienced floods no matter how turbulent they are.

"That day, I was standing on the crumbling Dickong Gate, working with my fellow villagers to rescue the dam. I looked at the skyrocketing water level below, and at one moment I thought, even if there is a dragon in the water, and finally found out that it was this thing that was causing trouble, I would also

It’s time to tidy it up.”

Ouyang Rong's tone was slow, but there was an indescribable resoluteness:

"In the end, it turned out that no matter how great a natural disaster is, it is not worth a man-made disaster. The sins committed by the Liu family in Longcheng were more serious than a hundred evil dragons.

"So, Xiu Niang, it's not us who should be afraid. It's the evil dragon that should be afraid. We are its nightmare."

Ouyang Rong reached out and took Zhao Qingxiu into his arms, who was listening attentively, patted her back gently, and concluded.

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head, was quiet for a moment, and smiled lightly.

[Tanlang looks weak, but he is a man who does great things. Many people miss him and don't recognize the real man.]

Ouyang Rong seemed to have thought of something, his face looked a little melancholy and he sighed:

"Xiu Niang, can you forget that time when I climbed the rope in the underground palace? Although the posture is not elegant and looks a bit weak, it still shows the aura of a king, okay?"

His tone was serious.

"Puch~"

Zhao Qingxiu buried her little face in his arms, pressed her forehead against his chest, and kept giggling.

After a while, I calmed down my breath and wrote:

【No, I want to remember it for the rest of my life】

Ouyang Rong looked helpless.

The two flirted for a while.

Zhao Qingxiu wrote somewhat seriously:

[I have a sister who also said something similar to Tanlang, asking us not to be afraid of the evil dragon in the abyss]

Ouyang Rong smiled:

"The embroiderer has quite a few sisters."

"Ah." She tilted her head.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the morning light outside the window.

It was already getting dark, probably around seven o'clock in the morning.

After the onset of spring, the days gradually become longer and the nights shorter. A month ago, it was just the beginning of spring, and it would have still been dark and dark, but now, the sun is already basking on our butts.

However, most people’s work and rest schedules have not yet adjusted accordingly.

Especially the young lady-style Fang sisters. Over at Chengtian Temple, the monks were already ringing the bells in groups for morning classes. When Ouyang Rong came back from Chengtian Temple just now, the west wing where the two girls slept was

It's so quiet, there's been no sign of getting up until now, so I'm probably still fast asleep.

The morning sun fell on the window next to the boudoir couch.

It was fine when the light was dim just now, nothing special, but now that the light is bright, you can clearly see the mess of the bed after being tossed all night.

From the living room table to the crumpled clothes lying on the floor under the boudoir bed, some wet sheets, a crumpled sweat towel, and a lovely slender blind girl with disheveled hair...

All fell into Ouyang Rong's eyes.

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to be aware of this. She was vaguely aware of Ouyang Rong's eyes, and she buried her face in the quilt next to her in shame.

[Didn’t Tanlang go back? Why did he come here again?]

Ouyang Rong's stern face:

"I don't worry, but luckily I came back to take a look. If I didn't come back to take a look, I don't know how long I would have to cry secretly. I would be scared to cry even in my dreams."

Zhao Qingxiu said: "Oh."

Also wrote:

[Tan Lang, let’s go quickly, Mrs. Fang and the others are about to wake up]

Ouyang Rong blinked: "According to custom, they should sleep for another hour."

【I have no idea】

She wrote intermittently, and her delicate body trembled with embarrassment under Ouyang Rong's direct gaze.

Ouyang Rong put his hand into the quilt in a playful manner, and immediately touched a hot little face, and said helplessly:

"Why are you still so shy? Didn't you meet us last night? Don't get burned..."

Zhao Qingxiu stood up suddenly, grabbed his palm tremblingly with nervousness, and wrote in a hurry:

[When Tanlang comes back, is he looking for Luo Hong?]

Ouyang Rong was stunned and shook his head subconsciously:

"without……"

After a pause, he changed his words:

"It's not necessary. Not all women have this thing. If the embroiderer had done a lot of housework in the past, maybe..."

Before he could finish speaking, she added:

[Does Tanlang think Xiu Niang is a casual woman?]

Ouyang Rongduo glanced at Zhao Qingxiu. Her little face was full of worry, which seemed to scare her more than the evil dragon she had just had a nightmare with.

While waiting for his answer, the azure ribbon covering Zhao Qingxiu's eyes got wet.

Cried again.

"No." Ouyang Rong asked seriously: "Why do you think so?"

Zhao Qingxiu hugged the quilt, her already thin body swaying slightly, as if she was worrying about gains and losses.

[It suddenly occurred to me that if good friends are like this, would Tanlang look down on me in his heart?]

Ouyang Rong did not speak but took action.
To be continued...