Chapter 637: It’s hard to write the word “love” [Please vote for me!]
"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.
After a while, Zhao Qingxiu sent all the dishes and bowls into the kitchen.
A late night snack is probably indispensable, Ouyang Rong said secretly.
In addition, if you accidentally wake up the embroiderer, you must at least put her to sleep before you can leave.
Fortunately, the night is still long, so the matter at Chengtian Temple is not urgent for the time being. We can go there at dawn. After all, the last time was at dawn...
Ouyang Rong glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and there was a faint firewood burning.
Sighed.
It's a sin to have a midnight snack in the middle of the night for nothing.
Therefore, it is not necessarily a good thing for a child bride to be a little cook. She must have such a belly.
He stood up calmly and walked around in the yard to eat in advance.
Before Ouyang Rong could think of how to deal with this meal, Zhao Qingxiu walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl and touched the bowl in front of him.
"This is……"
Ouyang Rong was stunned, took the bowl, and took a sip: "Hangover soup?"
"Um."
Zhao Qingxiu nodded and reached out to touch his belly. When Ouyang Rong was surprised, his fingers fell on the back of his hand.
[Young Master, are you full?]
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and nodded: "A little bit..."
Zhao Qingxiu did not raise her head and continued writing.
[Master, why didn’t you say anything?]
"Actually, I'm not too full. I ate early in the evening, so it's okay to eat some now."
Ouyang Rong coughed.
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly turned around, entered the kitchen again, and continued to light the fire.
Ouyang Rong:......
He immediately frowned, raised his head and drank the sobering soup in one gulp, then patted his mouth in disgust.
At this time, Zhao Qingxiu left and returned, writing on his palm again:
[He boiled hot water and went to take a bath.]
Ouyang Rong was slightly startled: "You didn't cook, but you were boiling water for me to take a bath?"
"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu nodded lightly.
Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment.
The embroiderer can always bring him what he needs most.
Whether it's hangover soup or hot water.
As long as she is at home, she seems to be able to conjure up many things.
"ah?"
While Ouyang Rong was lost in thought, Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth and tilted her head, as if wondering why Tan Lang was motionless.
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower."
Ouyang Rong raised his head and smiled brightly.
Zhao Qingxiu happily ran to the main room to get him clothes.
Ouyang Rong followed behind with a smile.
He has several sets of clothes sewn by the embroiderer and left here.
Entering the main room, Ouyang Rong saw a long cloth bag placed on the table. The bag seemed to have been opened and then covered, and only the outline of a long hard object could be seen inside.
Ouyang Rong was familiar with it. It should be Xiu Niang who served as the Yue girl's sword. She usually hid it and tucked it in, so he pretended not to see it.
But for some unknown reason, I took it out again tonight.
Zhao Qingxiu didn't know where Ouyang Rong's eyes were falling, so she took the trouble to rummage through the wardrobe.
Ouyang Rong didn't take a second look at the sword, but was pushed to the bathroom by the embroiderer who had already taken out her new clothes.
Not long after.
The bathroom door is closed.
Ouyang Rong walked in alone, holding clean clothes.
He put his clean clothes on the stool and took off his shirt that smelled of alcohol without saying a word.
He was shirtless and was about to throw the dirty clothes into the basket next to him. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of some women's clothes in the basket, and the fabric was faintly thin...
Ouyang Rong returned his gaze and did not throw the dirty clothes in. He put them aside and planned to take them out after washing them later.
Just when he was about to take a normal bath.
Suddenly I remembered something.
Ouyang Rong changed his mind and walked to the bamboo basket. After hesitating for a moment, he rummaged through the trousers.
Judging by its color, he knew it belonged to Xiu Niang, and definitely not from the Fang sisters.
Hey, don't ask him why he is so clear and skillful.
Found it.
Finally, Ouyang Rong's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a sky-blue ribbon from the pile of clothes, which the embroiderer had changed out of when she was bathing.
He silently put away the ribbon and prepared to take it away later. As for the other things, he did not move it.
Ouyang Rong's face was calm and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Without squinting, he walked towards the tub.
After a while, water mist filled the house.
…
In the main room.
Zhao Qingxiu sat quietly and waited.
She kept her head tilted slightly and listened to the sound of water coming from the direction of the bathroom.
After a while, Zhao Qingxiu stood up, went to tidy up the long cloth bag on the table, and put it away again.
Zhao Qingxiu actually didn't sleep tonight.
It wasn't Tanlang who woke me up.
She was meditating silently when she heard Tan Lang coming back.
Ever since Longcheng treated Ouyang Rong and said goodbye, Zhao Qingxiu's cultivation has been stagnant for a long time.
The half-tortoise-shell longhorned beetle has only regained some of its former speed, and is only slightly stronger than an ordinary Qigong practitioner.
But compared with the previous rapid progress in cultivation, it is still not as good as before.
Today she took a closer look and found that she was still close to the Great Perfection at level 7, but still far away from the threshold of level 6. She needed hard work, but Zhao Qingxiu knew that this kind of hard work would not work for ordinary Qi practitioners.
Maybe it's a dead horse at Wangshan. This is one of the biggest illusions of qigong practitioners. They think they can get it quickly, but they don't say a word as they practice...
It is estimated that all the qi practitioners in the world would never have imagined that a mythical figure, who is generally a virgin, would be blocked by a sixth-grade threshold and stagnated in this small seventh-grade realm.
And this disparity, if it were placed on the proud emperor of an ordinary sect, his mentality would probably collapse.
After all, the difference between the front and back is huge, let alone a sudden drop, at least it is the difference between the top of the mountain and the crumbling mountainside.
But Zhao Qingxiu's little face is always calm. She practices on time every day and is extremely self-disciplined. For ten years, she has been practicing fast. There are fast training methods and slow training methods.
With slowness and compassion, there is no worry at all, just as the master said before, "Xiao Qi is the most well-behaved and sensible."
Perhaps they also saw the young junior sister's quiet, non-complaining, gentle yet strong attitude. The senior sisters in the Queen's Hall who were originally worried about her didn't want to say anything more. They held back and silently looked for a way.
As for the specific reason why she ended up in this situation, Zhao Qingxiu herself didn't know. When she first came back from Longcheng, she was going well, but later on, it became slower and slower.
The senior sister insisted that her body had been broken, and her mysterious state of "quiet as a virgin" had been broken, and her body could no longer remain still.
The second senior sister shook her head and said that it was not her body that was not calm, but her mind that was not calm, and the latter was more fatal.
The latter also said that it was not only her cultivation that was stagnant, but also her heart, which was stuck in place, waiting for someone...
The two senior sisters each held their own opinions, and Zhao Qingxiu didn't know which one of them was right.
Back when Yun Mengze was continuing his cultivation, she only missed him "occasionally".
Just...occasionally.
During this period, Zhao Qingxiu lurked in a quiet courtyard, accompanying Tan Lang, doing laundry, cooking, and taking care of him.
She felt quite calm.
Just at night, Zhao Qingxiu tried to meditate and practice, and suddenly found that the circulation speed of the spiritual energy in the Dantian was much faster. Although it was not as high as before, it was slowly getting better.
This vaguely confirms what Second Senior Sister said...
But it doesn’t matter who is right.
She doesn't even regret it.
It is true that the word "wine" is difficult to write, but there are 36,000 words in the world, and there is only one word that is the most difficult to write. But it is not a big problem. Zhao Qingxiu can draw circles, and Tanlang is a good scholar, so he can teach her...
After hiding her sword, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly turned around and walked to the table.
Her little hands found a half-opened baggage, and she picked up a candied fruit from it and put it into her mouth.
Like honey, your mouth is full of sweetness.
The blindfolded girl smiled happily, but unfortunately no one could see her smiling eyes at this moment.
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