Quiet courtyard, main wing.

The morning sun shines on the messy bed.

The exposed skin of the sleeping delicate girl exudes a fiery red halo.

Her little face was flushed with blood, and she didn't know whether it was caused by the abnormal movement of spiritual energy, or whether it was because of the torment she had with her sweetheart not long ago that she was flushed all over.

With each breath, the fiery red halo waxes or wanes, like the breath of a dragon.

Wardrobe, beams, bed, desk... the whole room creaked.

The swings in the courtyard were dancing messily.

Within a radius of tens of meters, it seemed as if they were undergoing a huge invisible pressure.

At some point, all visions cease.

The swing swings lower and lower.

Zhao Qingxiu's blind star eyes slowly opened.

Inside the bed.

A long bronze sword hangs upside down above his head.

She sat up and turned her ponytailed head towards the empty pillow next to her.

After a while, the girl who had overcome the nightmare hugged his pillow tightly and buried her face deeply in it.

I couldn't help but look inside at the surging Dantian that was already at the sixth level, and I was shocked to see the "wonder of trapped dragons".

Finally, I found a trace of Tanlang's warmth on the pillow.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly felt happy.

…

Jiangzhou lobby.

After seeing off the messenger sent by Wang Caozhi, Ouyang Rong sat alone for a while.

After meeting Yan Liulang and Pei Shisanniang one after another, he left the Jiangzhou official office.

I obviously want to take a good vacation, but when unexpected news comes, I still inevitably come here.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

"What a hard life..."

Under the slightly strange looks of the scribes and minor officials around him, Governor Ouyang, who had taken leave of absence, left the Jiangzhou lobby with a breeze.

Ouyang Rong returned to the carriage.

Ali waited for a while outside and saw no movement in the car, so he asked in a low voice:

"Sir, where are you going?"

Ouyang Rong seemed to have come to his senses.

"Go back to Huaiye Lane. Junior sister should be here today to discuss the birthday gift with aunt. Go back and have a look."

"Yes, sir."

"By the way, I didn't go back last night. No one came to look for me at home?"

"Reporting to the young master, no."

"Okay, got it."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes again. In fact, after getting in the car, he went to the Merit Tower to take another look.

Ouyang Rong stayed in a quiet courtyard last night, which was unplanned... mainly because he didn't expect Xiu Niang to be so emotional.

In fact, Xiu Niang is originally a character who lacks love and is infatuated. After being ignited, it is indeed a bit difficult to resist.

It just so happened that Ouyang Rong had more than 1,300 merits left and had nowhere to put them.

So the dry wood met the fierce fire... and burned all night

In the past, if he didn't go home like this, the female relatives in Huaiye Lane would be anxious, and they might have to go to Xunyang Prince's Mansion to find someone.

But now, Ouyang Rong didn't go home to spend the night. He just sent someone back to inform him... and no one said anything.

Everyone knows where he is.

In the carriage, Ouyang Rong stretched.

This time, more than 1,300 merits were injected into the embroiderer. I don’t know if there will be any reaction from her side in terms of cultivation.

After each previous injection, Xiu Niang remained as good as ever. Except for her small face and skin, which looked a little rosy, the area was not big. Oh, and she blushed more easily.

This made Ouyang Rong couldn't help but doubt the quality of the merit purple mist.

Thousands of merits can be exchanged for several good blessings. The effect of transforming into aura cultivation seems to be nothing special. Otherwise, why has Xiu Niang not broken through the realm? Ouyang Rong remembered that Xiu Niang seemed to be a seventh-level cultivator before.

The way he looked...could there be something magical about this meritorious purple mist that he hadn't discovered yet.

No matter what, this time more merit has been injected, which is a bit laborious, but I don’t know if the effect will be more intense.

Ouyang Rong was thinking.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Ouyang Rong asked curiously. He glanced at the scenery outside the window. He passed by not far from the Huaiye Lane mansion, and the carriage arrived at the next street.

"Sir, someone is waiting for you."

"who?"

The well-informed Ali said:

"Look at the carriage and the maid, they seem to be from the royal palace."

Ouyang Rong opened the car curtain and took a look.

It's Her Royal Highness the little princess.

Then they blocked him on the street outside Huaiye Lane.

Her personal maid Cai Shou was standing in front of Ouyang Rong's carriage, and walked up to exchange a few words with Ali.

Ouyang Rong got out of the car immediately.

…

"What is your Majesty doing?"

"There's something going on over there, Dalang. Let's go to the palace."

In a low-luxury carriage, Ouyang Rong had just got on the carriage when Li Baoer said a few words, which made Ouyang Rong look sideways.

He asked strangely:

"Why is it that Your Highness is here to inform you?"

"Sister Xie, aren't you busy with your aunt's birthday gift? I just happened to be out and passed by here. I'll let you know."

"What's going on over there, Dalang?"

"You'll know when you go there. It's related to Wei Anhui."

Li Baoer narrowed his eyes and said.

Ouyang Rong looked a little strange.

…

Prince Xunyang's Mansion, Study Room.

Xie Lingjiang and Lu Ya are not here.

Ouyang Rong and Li Xian's family gathered together.

After carefully looking at the letter in his hand, which was written in a beautiful handwriting, he frowned at first, then relaxed, and finally frowned some more.

After seeing him halfway, he couldn't help but raise his head and ask Li Dalang, who was looking a little lost:

"Princess Anhui invited you to worship at Tongfo Temple again?"

Li Dalang's face was complicated and he nodded: "Yes."

Li Xian frowned and sat at the top with some seriousness.

The princess next to him, Wei Mei, looked a little unhappy. After listening to Li Dalang's words, she snorted coldly.

Li Guoer said directly:

"Look further back. Wei Anhui invited Li Dalang to the Buddhist temple."

"Guanyin Temple, what's wrong?"

Ouyang Rong asked.
To be continued...